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I close my eyes and tip my head back, trying to hold back the tears that have formed, but they fall against my will. Shayla shifts position next to me, and I open one eye to see she’s sitting up on her knees. She moves her hand to cup my cheek and wipes a tear away with her thumb, the move mimicking the one she made last night.
I suck in a breath when she places her other hand on my chest and rubs it up and down over my bare skin, warming me beneath her soft palm and fingertips. Her lips part, and her breath hitches, matching my own, when her thumb grazes my nipple.
And the way she’s looking at me…
“Shayla?”
Her voice is so low and hesitant that I can just barely make it out when she asks, “Do you want me to…to comfort you again?” She bites her bottom lip, and it feels like my heart is going to explode out of my chest when she circles my nipple with her thumb, intentionally this time.
I want to ask if she’s sure about her offer, but I can’t make the words form, and instead nod my head twice. My unspoken prayers have been answered. I watch with rapt attention as she slides her knee over my lap so she’s straddling me, and she slowly settles her weight on my lower thighs.
I don’t blink for fear of missing a single second as she pinches the hem of her T-shirt—my T-shirt on my angel—with shaky hands and pulls it up and over her head. She drops it on the floor, leaving her in just the tiniest scrap of black panties and nothing else.
“Shayla.” Her name comes out strained as I pant with my heart jackhammering inside my chest. My dick is at full mast as my eyes drop to her dark pink nipples that harden to buds as I watch. My hands move on their own, palming the skin just above her knees, then sliding higher and higher up her thighs to the outside of her hips until I’m palming her ass cheeks, barely covered by her panties.
She gasps and braces her hands on my shoulders when I flex my fingers and yank her lower half closer until there’s not an inch separating us. Her chest rises and falls faster, and I lick my bottom lip, eager for another taste of her. She slides one hand behind my neck to palm the back of my head and cups her breast with the other, squeezing it until a drop of milk beads at the tip of her nipple.
“My angel,” I whisper right before I lean forward and latch onto her nipple, sucking and swallowing the first jet of her sweet, warm milk. We moan in unison when I draw her nipple deeper, and more of her milk fills my mouth. My touch and tongue turn aggressive as I alternate suckling and yanking her hips back and forth over my achingly hard dick.
I roll my eyes up to watch her reaction. She has her head tipped back, supple lips parted as she moans my name and chants, “Yes, yes, yes, James.”
I pop off her nipple so I can fill my lungs with much-needed air as my breathing turns ragged. The friction and pleasure from the weight of her rocking back and forth on my dick has it reaching its breaking point within a minute. I want to make this last, especially if this turns out to be a two-and-done situation, so I clench my muscles, willing myself not to cum yet.
She spears her fingers in my hair and tightens her hold as she uses me for leverage so she can alternate bouncing and grinding on my lap. I slide my fingers under the elastic sides of her panties, needing to feel more of her bare cheeks under my palms. She moans breathily when I suck her untouched nipple deep into my mouth, loving the way her milk slides down my throat and heats my belly.
“James, oh god, James, yes. Please, I need…I need you.” The sultry way she says my name has me on the verge of cumming in my pants again.
I thought I was lucky enough just to have her practically naked on my lap, grinding on me with only a few scraps of cloth between us, but then, oh fuck, she slides her hand down where our bodies are pressed together. She sits up on her knees and pulls her panties to the side, and I get my first look at my angel’s bare pussy. Hers is the first I’ve ever seen in real life, and I clench my jaw, barely holding back the urge to flip her on her back and sink my cock inside her.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven because I can’t believe she’s willingly bared herself to me, is aroused by me, as evidenced by the glistening sheen of her pussy.
“Oh god, angel, you’re so beautiful. You have no idea how much I want you. No idea.”
Her eyes light up, and then the sweetest, most precious, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever known cups my face and kisses me right on the lips. And it’s not just a peck. I’m so shocked by what’s happening that I don’t even kiss her back. Can’t kiss her back because my jaw drops open in astonishment.
She leans back and frowns, and I can’t have that. Can’t let her think for even a moment that I don’t want her with every fiber of my being. I slide my hands up to cup her face and pull her back to me. I kiss her with all that I have, showing her how much I crave her lips on mine. Our first kiss. The only kiss that has ever meant anything to me. I wish it was my first-ever kiss because they should all belong to her and her alone.
She lowers her hips, her bare pussy sliding back and forth over my bulge. Her arousal soaks the fabric of my sweatpants, and I need more. Need to feel her, to explore her body like I’ve been dreaming of for so long. I need it like I do my next breath.
I move my hand between us and twist my wrist so I can slide my fingers through her wet slit. She throws her head back and moans my name as I continue sliding the tips of my first two fingers up and down her pussy searching for her clit, then through her slit to gather more of her wet arousal, and back again.
“There, oh god, right there,” she moans as she covers my fingers with two of her own and pushes them against a spot toward the top of her pussy.
“Here?” I ask when she gasps and jerks her hips. I rub circles with my fingertips over the small nub again and again and again. “Is this how you like it, angel?”
“Yes, yes! More, just a little more.”
“I’ve never—this is the first—” I clear my throat, embarrassed by my partial confession. “Tell me what you want me to do if I don’t do it right.” If she thinks it’s weird that a twenty-eight-year-old man has never touched a pussy before, she doesn’t comment on it.
All she says is, “More, I need more, James,” and lifts her hips off my lap slightly.
I switch to rolling my thumb over her clit so I can work my first two fingers between her parted pussy lips, not sure what it is she wants me to do. I accidentally sink the tip of my middle finger through her entrance, and we both inhale sharply. Her pussy is sopping wet and so warm, and fuck, it’s even better than I dreamed.
When she rolls her hips and sinks lower over my finger to take it deeper inside, she whisper-yells, “Just like that, James! So good just like that,” and my dick fires off a spurt of cum. I strain to hold back the rest and refocus on her and her pleasure.
Gaining more confidence in my abilities with every moan she makes, I start pumping my finger in and out, my voice an octave lower when I ask, “Is this what you want? You want my finger deep inside your pretty pussy, angel?”
There’s a wild look swirling in the depths of her gorgeous gray eyes, and she whimpers when I apply more pressure to her clit. “Yes, oh god, yes. I need more.” She doesn’t wait for me to give it to her. Instead, she starts working her hips up and down a little harder, fucking my middle finger until it’s as deep as it can go. “Another finger. Curl them inside. Make me cum, James.”
