Page 29 of Thick & Thin

“Oh my God,” I released the breath I was holding.

He swirled his finger, pulling yet another ungraceful sound from the back of my throat.

“You’re so wet. Is this what I do to you?”

I nodded.

“Words, Jenny. Say what I want to hear.”

“You do this to me.”

He grabbed my hand, pressing my palm against his hard-on. “And this is what you do to me. You drive me fucking crazy. Let’s do something to make you feel better.”

He pulled his finger from me, sliding up until he was massaging my clit.

Reaching up, I clutched his shoulders since I was sure my legs were going to collapse beneath me. My fingers dug into the muscles there, feeling it tighten with each swirl of his finger.

His speed increased, pulling an orgasm out of me with greedy tugs, and my body went stiff just before the wave crashed over me.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”

I shook with my orgasm, my head rolling back against the wall and a soundless scream holding my lips open.

“That’s so fucking hot.”

He pulled his hand out once I came down from my high, and when he began to peel my panties down over my thighs, I spread my legs to let him. I stepped out of each leg, and then he tossed them to the floor.

He locked eyes with mine, and I didn’t look down when I heard the tinkering of his belt. He pushed his jeans down and moved toward me, reaching behind my thigh and pulling my leg up onto his hip.

It was really happening.

After years of friendship.

Years of growing to love each other before falling in love with him.

Followed by years of yearning and wishing and dreaming of a moment like the one we were in.

It was perfect. He was the one. He had always been the one.

I pulled his head closer and captured his lips. He pressed his heat against my center, pushing it down and lining it up with my entrance.

“I always knew you’d be my first,” I whispered against his lips.

As soon as the words left my mouth and slid across his, his body went stiff.

Everything stopped, and he pulled back as he let my leg slide down and out of his hold.

8

Josh

What the fuck was I doing?

It was happening. After almost a lifetime with Jenny by my side as my best friend—after years of a platonic relationship with her—we were blowing past our friendship and into a whole other level of … hell, I didn’t know what it was we were doing.

I pulled away, tugging my jeans up to cover myself. I had never been so hard in all my life. Never wanted to push myself into the warmth of a woman so badly. The tip of my cock had been leaking since the moment she begged me to keep going, but her words had been like a wave of arctic water.

I always knew you’d be my first.

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