Page 56 of Loved By The Bad Boy

Our kiss is feverish, and we touch each other with a sense of urgency. Her hands roam my chest as she grinds on my erection. I chuckle when she twists my nipples. It’s ticklish. She reaches into my boxers and frees my dick. Both of us stare at my prick, at the thin sheen of pre-cum covering the tip. The pad of her forefinger circles it, and I hiss as she smears the cum all over my shaft.

“Gracie,” I croak out.

“You don’t like it?” she whispers, teeth stuck in her lower lip and eyes wide with fear and confusion.

“I love it.” To prove it, I shed off my boxers. I’m all hers.

Her lips break into a shy smile. She does it again, her gaze darting between my face and erection.

“Do you want me to put it in my mouth?”

My dick does a jerk of agreement, but I don’t say yes. We are both virgins and have made out a few times, but sex is different. It’s the real deal, and we haven’t discussed it. I am not sure we are ready. I know she’s the only person I want to have sex with. I think it’s the same case for her.

“It depends,” I finally murmur. “Do you want to?”

Gracie smacks my chest. “Hey. That’s not an answer.” My breath lodges in my throat when she disengages from me long enough to toss her panties. My dick hardens even more. “Benny.” I lift my eyes to her pretty face. Taking off her panties must have gotten rid of her shyness. “I’m wet.”

More pre-cum oozes out of my dick, just enough to show we approve of her words. Her pubis is hairless except for a thin strip of brown hair covering her slits. I have never seen her completely naked.

I love this.

My thoughts jumble. I’m usually coherent, but when my eyes lower to Gracie’s legs, I forget everything I should say. My fingertips brush the pink flesh, and she shivers. I repeat it to catch that reaction. We were in the movie room the last time I touched her this intimately. It was dim.

“Nice pussy,” I say. Gracie gasps. I retract my hand, but she drags it over her thigh. “What? Did I say the wrong thing?”

“No. I don’t know,” Gracie says, already reaching for the covers to hide herself. I don’t like this. She should feel one-hundred percent comfortable around me. “Pussy sounds so raw, I guess.”

Raw? We are both naked, staring at each other’s organs. How much raw could we be? The blush spreading across Gracie’s cheeks tells me we aren’t supposed to be vulgar at all. I touch her clit.

“Okay. Kitty. Nice kitty.”

A pillow hits my face. I snort and fall on my back, laughing so hard my ribs hurt. My girlfriend’s face hovers over mine. The pillow sits between us, and I push it aside to feel her skin on mine. Her hair tumbles out of its confine, the tips brushing my chest and teasing my nipples. I push the hair over her shoulders, and she shoves it in a bun. My hand moves behind to cup her butt.

“What should we call it then?” I ask.

“Promiseland.”

I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter. My ribs hurt more. She is not kidding, and I try desperately to make sense of my babe’s answer. This is not a bible story, and I’m not Moses.

“Because of the promise of an orgasm?” I murmur.

She lifts a shoulder and drops it. “I guess. How about vagz?”

“Sounds like an STD for virgins.”

This time, she laughs. Rolling off me, we both stare at the ceiling. “Vagina sounds great.”

Pussy sounds better. But my girlfriend has spoken.

The tension breaks, and an invisible force pulls us toward each other. I grasp Gracie’s jaw, my nose so close to hers that we share the same breath. Propping an elbow on the bed to support my weight, I stretch my body against hers, and my dick grazes her stomach. Her lust-filled eyes find mine. She swipes a finger over my pre-cum and inserts it into her mouth. Fuck. Now, that’s raw.

“It’s salty,” she says. I’ll never know. “But I like it.”

I make a face at her. She kisses my nose and lets her eyes do the talking. She has swallowed my sperm just that once. I tasted her too, but it feels like we are about to enter foreign, uncharted territories. Uncertainty flickers across her face, and she licks her lips. I’m nervous too. Scared.

“Benny,” she whispers. “I want to give you a blowjob. Do you want me to?”

My dick has a brain of its own. More cum sputter to her belly. It’s harder to keep it in check. I am not sure I’ll last that long. I push my index finger inside her. She’s wet. My chest puffs like a caveman, and she snickers. Knowing I can make her wet without doing so much is satisfying.

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