Fuck. My dick was going to blow. I’d come in my boxers this time, not even getting her hand around it first.
“Like you said, too many clothes.” I pushed to stand beside the bed and worked her flannel pants down her legs and discovered no panties.
If my dick could do a fist pump, it would right now.
Then I tugged off one striped sock, then the other.
Only when she was laid out bare for me did I strip down. I wasn’t modest. I’d been in locker rooms my whole life.
This was the first time I’d ever been bare for a girl though. I’d made out with a few, got my hand on their tit beneath their shirt, but nothing more than that. That’d been back in high school when my dick had been in charge. Still, I’d held strong to my need to wait for The One.
Fucking hell, was I glad I waited because I wanted to share this with Cammie. To prove to her that I wasgiving something of myself to her just as much as she was of herself to me.
I stood naked before her, let her look her fill. Gripping my dick, I stroked it, from root to tip. Fluid seeped out and I swiped it with my thumb. All the while, she watched.
“I know this sounds a little cliché, but I’m not sure if that’ll fit,” she said.
I groaned and closed my eyes, remembering how fucking tight her pussy’d been earlier when I’d only gotten my finger in up to the first knuckle. Then I’d found her g-spot and she’d come crying out my name.
I wasn’t small and it was definitely gonna be tight.
“You were made for me. We’ll work you up and then you’ll take all of me like a good girl.”
She licked her lips and nodded. I imagined those lips on the tip, licking and swirling like she would with an ice cream cone.
Putting a knee on the bed, I came down over her again and we both moaned. The heat of her soft skin felt too fucking good. The way she made a cradle between her thighs for me… it was as if her body knew exactly what to do.
I moved back so I could suck on a nipple as I cupped the other. Back and forth I went until she was writhingbeneath me. Shifting to my side so I rested beside her on the bed, I was able to get a good look at her perfection. To run my fingers over it. When I slipped my hand between her thighs, she parted for me and I found her soaked.
I watched her eyes as I played there, feeling her heat. Learning her body, what made her gasp. What made her tense. Then I slipped a finger inside, worked her up, then added a second.
She was crying out my name as I tried to stretch her open, to ready her for me.
Her head thrashed and I knew she was so close to coming, but I wasn’t letting her.
“You’ll come on my dick, sweetheart.”
Her eyes popped open and she reached down, took hold of my dick in a much firmer hold than she had earlier. She was a quick learner because she stroked me just as I taught her, as if she wanted to get me as crazed for it as she was.
“You need this dick in your pussy?” I whispered.
“Yes. I need it,” she all but begged.
Just when I was about to settle over her, I remembered.
“Fuck.”
She frowned, her hand stilled. “What?”
“You on birth control? ‘Cause I don’t have acondom and I want to take you bare. Nothing between us, ever.”
I didn’t expect her to be on anything. If I didn’t carry condoms around because I wasn’t sleeping around, then the same probably went for her and taking the pill.
“I am. For my periods.”
Thank fuck.
“You good with me filling you with my cum, because once we start, there’s no going back. No chance I’m putting it anywhere else besides that mouth. Maybe your ass.”
