Page 64 of Unexpected Kisses

Hang on. He can’t take his shirt off, I need the barrier of our clothes. “You can put your shirt back on if you like and keep your jeans on too.”

“What?”

I wave my hand around the area of his groin. “We just need the essentials to be bare. That’ll do the job.”

“The job?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not sure I can … uh … perform under these circumstances, Sarah.” I glance back down to his zipper. It still looks impressive, so I don’t think he really has performance issues. But I can help him out if needed.

“Oh. I can help you.” I sit up and reach for him, ready to help him but he pulls back.

“So, you’ll help get me hard, but I can’t help get you ready for me?”

I chuckle nervously. “You don’t need to worry about that. This is for reproductive purposes, not for enjoyment.” His eyebrows shoot up.

CHAPTER26

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I can’t believe this.I’ve never had sex under these circumstances, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to do what needs to be done. For some reason I have no hope of comprehending, she wants us both to stay almost fully clothed, but I refuse to put my shirt back on. I’ll keep my jeans on and drop them just below my ass if it helps Sarah feel more comfortable, but that’s my limit.

She spreads her legs wider and the skirt of her dress slides down her thick thighs. I climb onto the bed, kneeling between the thighs that have starred in many of my fantasies since I first met her, and get my first glimpse of her pussy. I want to dip down and taste the silky flesh, so I do.

As my tongue makes first contact with her lips, her thighs slam shut around my head.

“What are you doing?” she gasps and her hand presses against the top of my head, pushing me away.

“I need to get you ready for me.” I tilt my head down to my cock, but she’s too flustered to look for herself. “I’m not a small guy. I don’t want to hurt you.” My cock grows thicker, as though he’s showing off.

Without glancing down, she gives me a tremulous smile. “I’ll cope. Just go slow at first.” She drops back to the pillow, tension still filling her body and creases marring her beautiful forehead.

I reach forward and gingerly swipe my fingers along her lips, finding them dry. I need to work her over and build her up. I dip my finger inside her tight opening and she tenses.

She raises her head. “What are you doing now?”

Surely she knows. “Getting you wet.”

She pushes up on her elbows and points to her purse. “I brought lube with me. If you can just grab it out of my purse, I’ll be good to go.”

Lube. Of course, she brought lube. Because she planned to keep this as impersonal as possible. I climb from the bed and grab the lube from her purse. I dribble some on her pussy and spread it with my fingers in the least sexual way I can. I grit my teeth and try to focus on the job at hand, not that my fingers are gliding through Sarah’s pussy. This certainly isn’t how I imagined our first time together.

After applying lube, I slowly edge my way forward and push inside Sarah’s silken sheath for the first time. Gritting my teeth as she holds her body stiff, I push her legs open wider to help open her up for my cock, then apply more lube to my shaft to help me slide in more easily. I’ve never had to use lube before because I’ve usually been able to engage in foreplay with my partner. Sarah’s aversion to anything remotely personal is messing with my head, but sliding inside her feels so damn good.

I drop my head forward and open my eyes to check on her. Her eyes are squeezed closed and her lips are pressed together in a tight line. “Sarah. Cupcake,” I murmur. “Look at me.”

She shakes her head slightly, keeping her lids locked tight and I sigh as I pull out of her glorious heat, gritting my teeth. Her eyes fly open as I rest my ass on my heels.

“What are you doing? Why’d you stop?” Her words tumble out in a panicked rush as she pushes upward, pulling her skirt down to cover herself.

“This isn’t going to work if you can’t even look at me while we’re having sex. What’s the problem?” She looks everywhere around the room and I guide her face back to me with my fingers gently cupping her chin.

“What does it matter if I look at you or not? This is about impregnating me, not an emotional connection.”

I sigh heavily. She’s fighting this for some reason. Obviously, I need to go slower and make her forget about the process, so we can move forward. “Okay. Sorry.” I guide her to lay back against the pillow and shuffle forward, nudging my cock at her entrance, and press inside her welcoming heat, her pussy walls tightening around my shaft. Her mind may be fighting whatever this is between us, but her body is certainly happy to have me inside as her walls grip me. With my hips pressed all the way forward, my shaft is buried deep inside Sarah’s warm heat and I wrap my hands around her thighs, pulling out slowly only to thrust back inside.

“Hold your legs open wide for me,” I tell her, then drop down over her when she complies. I press my lips against hers, needing intimate contact, but she draws her head back, breaking the connection. I huff out a breath, making the loose strands of hair across her face move. I gently stroke them out of the way so there’s nothing impeding my view of her stunning face. Sarah holds her body stiff as I drag my cock out of her welcoming heat.

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