Page 90 of The Problem with Perfect

She smirks. “I’m that good? I don’t even have any practice.”

I chuckle and urge her back onto her bed. “It’s a testament to just how fucking turned on I am by you, but if you want to practice, please consider me a willing subject in the future.”

Bellamy giggles, but it morphs into a moan as my fingers slide her panties to the side, slipping through the wetness gathered between her lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I tell her just before sinking a finger into her.

She cries out, her legs spreading and her hips beginning to gyrate against my hand. A second finger, and she moans deeper.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers, her eyes on mine as she continues to rotate her hips. “Rusty.”

I stay where I am, my fingers working her up, wanting her to be so far gone that all she can focus on is pleasure. Right before she tips over, I pull back. Her eyes open wide in surprise, and she makes a noise of distress, of disapproval.

But then I’m right there, hovering over her, my cock at her entrance, and I rub the tip over her clit and through the wetness at her core.

“God, Bellamy.” I groan, lining myself up and looking her in the eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

I’m sliding into her in one long, slow movement, and she whimpers, her head falling back and her eyes closing. I stroke at her clit with my thumb as I pull back then push in again, just as slowly.

It’s difficult to hold myself back, the heat around my hips urging me to pump in fast and hard, but I know it’s a lot for her, both my size and the newness of this moment, and I keep my movements leisurely.

Bellamy’s hands grip my shoulders, her fingernails digging in, and when she opens her eyes to look at me again, I see the shift in her expression, which says everything in her is focused on the pleasure, not the pain.

I grin. “I love being inside of you.”

“It feels so good,” she whispers, her hips beginning to move against me.

Resting one hand on the pillow next to her head, I take the other and hold under her knee then begin to pump in and out, in and out, relishing the heat suctioning my dick and sending pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Fuck,” I groan as the warmth in my lower back begins to spread. “I’m not going to be able to last much longer.

She nods. “Me neither.”

“What do you need?”

Instead of answering, she moves one hand and begins stroking her own clit as I thrust. My eyes follow the movement, and I moan at how fucking hot it is that she’s chasing her own release.

“You’re so sexy,” I tell her. “So beautiful. I love watching my dick pump in and out of your pussy.”

She whimpers, and then I feel the muscles inside her clamp down like a vise.

“Oh my god.”

I can barely hear her, and her hands wrap around me, her nails digging into my back as she comes. It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m falling after her, lost to the sensation.

I collapse on top of her, my arms holding me up just slightly as I kiss and suck at her neck before moving to her mouth. Our tongues stroke each other in long, leisurely, erotic kisses, the kind you can only have with a partner you know intimately.

When I open my eyes to look at her, I’m struck again by just how much I love her, how desperately I want every part of her. I roll to the side, and we both tug her comforter over our naked bodies before snuggling up like we’re in our own world.

“I’m so glad you came,” she says softly, one arm under her head, her other hand lightly stroking the skin around my hips.

“I’m so glad I came, too,” I joke.

She giggles and pokes me in the stomach. “You know what I mean.”

I nod, smiling. “I do know. And I’m glad I’m here with you.”

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