Page 65 of Unexpected Kisses

“Are you ready,” I whisper lowly against her ear, noticing the thrumming at her pulse point.

“Yeah. Ready whenever you are.” Her voice is breathy.

I push in and Sarah opens her legs wider still, ensuring that my hips have clear access without touching them, so I glide my hand down her silky thigh and grasp her ass cheek in my hand, squeezing as I draw back out. Sarah’s breaths coat the side of my face as I push my cock slowly inside and glide back out. It’s fucking incredible to be inside the woman who has stolen all rational thought from me since the moment I laid eyes on her in that damn club. I scan her face, noticing the frown lines between her brows and the tightness around her eyes.

This certainly isn’t the way I anticipated our first time together. I never imagined I’d be having sex with a partner whose body language is screaming that she doesn’t want any part of this, but contrary to those thoughts, my body is building closer to release.

It feels wrong.

As much as it pains me to do, I stop and withdraw, resting my ass on my heels again. Her lids fly open and she pushes up. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” I whisper, dragging Sarah’s skirt down to cover her modesty. “I’m not built to have sex with someone who’s so obviously opposed.”

A pink stain coats her cheeks and she reaches forward to grasp my hand. “I’m sorry. Please don’t stop. I’m not opposed to this, I promise,” she says, panicked. “I’m trying to keep myself in check,” Sarah whispers.

With my free hand, I rub her thigh tenderly. “Why do you need to keep yourself in check? Why can’t you relax and enjoy the experience?”

She shrugs. “It’s how I’m built.”

“What, so you don’t enjoy sex?” I’m honestly puzzled.

Creases form between her brows. “Of course I do.” She glances out of the darkened window. “When I’m in a relationship, I love having sex with my boyfriend. This is different.” She squeezes my hand. “I’ll try to relax a little more. I’m sorry I’m being difficult.”

“You’re not being difficult, but I feel as though I’m forcing you and that doesn’t sit well with me.”

“You’re not.” She lays back and tugs her skirt up, revealing her pussy, and gives me a timid smile. “Please, AJ,” she whispers.

The ‘please’ does me in and I stroke my softening cock back to life. I want to kiss her. Desperately. Dropping over her, I rest on my elbows and cup my hands around her head, stroking her silky hair. Locking my eyes on hers, I lower my head until our lips are a mere inch apart. Her warm breath is coming in pants while her lips separate slightly. I close the distance and swipe my tongue across the supple pillows and moan at her taste. Her lips part on a sigh, and I push my tongue inside to tangle with hers. This. This is what it’s all about. The connection, the intimacy. I probably sound like a chick, but guys need to feel this too. Angling my head, I kiss her deeply, stealing her breath as I notch my cock at her entrance.

Sarah raises her hips, signaling she’s ready for me to move, so I do. Inch by magnificent inch, I slide inside her inviting heat, her walls tightening around my shaft as I suck her tongue into my mouth. It feels incredible. Her body arches and I drop lower, pressing my body into hers, flattening her gorgeous tits, which are sadly covered. Maybe next time she’ll let us get naked, so we can do this properly. At this point, I’ll take her kissing me back and moving rather than laying stiff as a win. It’s progress I wasn’t sure we’d make.

Moving her hips in time with my thrusts, we begin to build a solid rhythm. The sensations building in my body are explosive and I know if Sarah ever allows her walls down and lets go, we’ll be dynamite together. My body heats, sweat forming down my spine, while I slide in and out of her heat, her walls fluttering and tightening, causing my entire focus to narrow to a singular point.

Sarah’s hands wrap around my forearms and her short nails dig into my flesh, sending ribbons of my cum into her without warning. Fuck! I grunt through my release and hang my head in shame. She’s going to think I’m a goddamn two-pump chump. She didn’t have an orgasm, not even close.

“I’m sorry.”

She releases her grip from my forearms, her eyes opening as she presses her hips into the mattress, disengaging from me. She immediately grabs the pillow next to her and I take it from her and place it on top of the first pillow as she lifts her hips. The second pillow ensuring her hips are tilted higher. Sliding it beneath her ass, my eyes drop to her pussy and I notice some of my cum leaking out, so I scoop it up and push it inside.

Sarah’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

“Trying not to waste any of my cum.” I keep my eyes on her center as I push my fingers in and out of her opening under the pretense of pushing my release inside.

She attempts to close her legs, but she can’t because I’m in the way. “I’m sorry I came before I could get you there,” I whisper, ashamed of myself.

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m not here for the orgasms, remember.” I huff and move my thumb over her clit, making small, tight circles around the bundle. “I’m sure it’s all inside. You can stop now.”

I glance up at her rosy cheeks. “I need to give you an orgasm to help my swimmers get to where they need to go. Remember?”

Her cheeks flush further and she looks stunning. “I brought my bullet for that. If you wouldn’t mind stepping out, I’ll do what needs to be done, and then I’ll be out of your way.”

I shake my head and hold out my hand. “Give me the bullet.”

“No. I can do it.” Her voice is sure and strong. Stubborn.

“Why won’t you let me help you? Look, I’m sorry I came before you did. That doesn’t usually happen for me. My only excuse is that it’s been a while and despite your obvious aversion to having sex with me, you felt so damn good. But I never leave my partner unsatisfied.”

She pushes up, bringing her face closer to mine, her eyes finally making contact. “It’s okay. Honestly. I don’t expect orgasms out of this. You’re helping me to get pregnant and it’s more than I ever expected from anyone. Now, if you wouldn’t mind stepping out of the room, I need to …” her eyes widen. “And if you don’t mind, I like to lie still for about half an hour. Then I’ll be out of your space. I’m sure you have other things you need to do.”

I study her eyes closely. This is genuinely how she wants,or maybe needs, things to be between us, so I relent—reluctantly because I respect her. I don’t want to force her or make her feel uncomfortable or she might decide to go back to how we were doing things before. At least this way, I get to be inside her regularly over the next week and I can work on getting her to forget and loosen up a bit—make it enjoyable for her and hopefully make her fall for me. More importantly, make sure she comes before I do.

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