Page 93 of Be My First

I laugh. “I have an idea.”

“Want me to show you?” he asks wickedly.

I bite my lip again and nod.

He growls at me and says, “Be careful biting your lip like that. You never know what it will make me do.”

Without another word, he grips both of my thighs and pulls them apart, burying his head between them. I nearly come off the bed when he parts me with his tongue.

“Holy fuck,” I say. I hear him chuckle, but he doesn’t stop. He licks every part of me. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I’m afraid my brain might have exploded. I surprise myself by grinding into his face – a shameless display of my need. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he starts sucking.

“Bode,” I cry, trying to wiggle my hips away. I’m barely conscious, and he is relentless. I can’t take it anymore.

“Stop.”

He jerks his head up. “Are you okay?”

I lean my head back on the pillow, my eyes closed. “I’m ready.”

He doesn’t respond so I open my eyes.

“You sure?” he finally asks.

I nod. “Yes. Please. I’m ready.”

He heads over to the nightstand and rolls on the condom. He reaches into the bag and pulls out the lubricant.

“Am I not wet?” I ask.

He laughs loudly. “No. You’re super fucking wet. It isn’t going to hurt to use it. I’d rather make it as easy for you as possible.”

“Oh.”

He crawls back over to me and positions himself right at my opening. “You sure you’re ready?”

“Yes.”

He starts to nudge his way in, and I stop breathing. He freezes and studies my face.

“I’m going to kiss you now, and I want you to focus on kissing me back. We’re going to take this as slow as you need.”

“Okay.” My voice is barely a whisper. He starts by kissing my neck and my face and then he presses his lips to mine.

He plunges his tongue into my mouth. My body relaxes as he sweeps his tongue inside. While he kisses me, I feel him inch his way inside just a little more.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmurs into my mouth.

Time stops as we kiss, I drop my legs further apart. “That’s a good girl,” he whispers as I stretch open for him. He does as he promised – going slow, waiting for me to be ready for more. The fire is beginning to build in my body again. I start to roll my hips into him, trying to take more of him. I lift my hips.

“I’m ready, Bode.”

“Okay, I just have to...”

“Do it,” I say.

He plunges the rest of the way in, and I gasp as I feel a flash of pain.

“You okay?” he says.

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