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“Alex,” I groan into his kiss, squirming beneath him. I want something but I don’t know what that something is.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he purrs, and then kisses a wet trail down my neck.
His hands leave my face and I feel my bra straps sliding down my arms. His mouth hungrily kisses and nips down the swell of each breast. He pauses just long enough to flick his tongue against each crinkled tip.
One of his hands slips between me and the bed and then my bra is unhooked, gaping open.
He pulls my bra off of me without missing a beat. His mouth continuing to lick and kiss me into distraction.
There are so many new and pleasant sensations overwhelming me, I’m only half aware of what is happening.
My breasts feel heavy after his kisses, my nipples tight and aching. His weight is pushing me down, sinking me into the mattress. My fingers touch against his shoulders, digging into his skin.
I can’t stay still, my legs twitching and my butt squirming against the bed.
Between my thighs, my core throbs and pulses. His hardness pushes into my thigh and his mouth is so warm, so wet.
His mouth travels down; his cheeks scrape against my stomach. His tongue dips into my belly button and I nearly jump off the bed.
“Alex!” I cry out, falling back.
He chuckles and continues his downward trek.
I feel fingers at my pants and then he’s sliding down, taking them with him. I tense up, not knowing what’s coming next.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he purrs huskily, his breath hot against my skin.
“Alex? What are you doing?” I ask tentatively, wondering why he’s lingering down there. Is he staring at me? Am I freakish or something?
“I want to taste you. I’d spend all night pleasing you with my mouth but I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”
“You hurt?” I repeat, confused and a little upset that he’s suffering.
“Yes,” he rumbles, slowly sliding back up my body. Silky skin dragging across my skin. “But it’s worth it.”
His hairy leg slides against my leg and it finally dawns on me that he removed his pants.
Up until this point, I’ve felt nothing but desire and excitement. But now that we’re both completely naked there’s a tingle of apprehension in the back of my head.
Does he know I’ve never done this before? I don’t even know how to broach the subject.
“Christy,” he says, sounding agonized, and then he’s kissing me hungrily.
He fits himself between my thighs and reaches down between us. I feel something hard and velvety rub against my sex. Gliding through my folds and teasing my clit.
I gasp into his mouth, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.
He groans and deepens the kiss.
Something begins to build inside me, a warm pressure that tightens then expands. Just as I feel like I’m about to explode, he pulls away and tears his mouth from my lips.
“Are you on any birth control?” he rasps.
Still hanging on the edge of a cliff, all I can do is shiver and shake my head.
“Fuck,” he curses.
Leaning over me, he yanks open the drawer of his nightstand and fumbles around before coming back. Foil flashes in the light and then he’s tearing a condom open.
I watch with rapt fascination as he unrolls the condom down the length of his thick shaft.
“Don’t want to fuck up your chances of fighting,” he explains before lowering his weight back down, fitting himself between my thighs, and attacking my mouth again.
How can he even think of that right now? I wonder as he kisses me.
I feel the crown of his shaft gliding through my folds and then there’s a little pinch. I whimper, though the pain quickly passes.
He stills above me and his mouth goes slack.
Slowly he pulls away. I open my eyes to see him frowning down at me in confusion.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks.
My heart skips a beat before I nod my head and tell him, “Yes.”
“Christy,” he groans in agony and shakes his head. “Baby, you should have told me.”
“I thought it was obvious…” I explain softly.
He laughs a rough, self-deprecating laugh. “Perhaps to any other meathead... Fuck!” He sucks in a loud breath, drops his head and curses loudly again.
My eyes roam over him. His shoulders are tense and his arms are stiff, the veins bulging as he holds himself away from me. He’s put a little distance between us but I can still feel his erection, hot and pulsing, poking me in the thigh.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask.
He looks up at me and shakes his head. “Of course not.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
He jerks as if surprised by my question.
Fearing that he’s having second thoughts, I gather up my courage and stare up at him. “Aren’t you going to finish what you started?”
“Christy,” he groans, his stupid sense of honor still holding him back.
