“Nothing. I don’t know.”
“We don’t have to go slow for my sake,” he said again.
“I know, I just—” A strange laugh slipped out of her. She’d been so concerned about Jesse she hadn’t paused to think of how a first time after Dane would feel. She refused to say that out loud. She’d had enough sex lessons of her own to know you don’t bring up what you used to do with your ex while a new man’s fingers are gently stroking your vulva. “I think I underestimated how badly I wanted you. I think I was trying to play it cool.”
“Don’t do that,” Jesse said, his voice firm, his expression grave. “I want to try new things with you, but I don’t want you to pretend or fake anything or play anything up. If you want me to fuck you right now, I’m going to fuck you.”
Lily-Grace chewed the inside of her lip and turned her options over in her mind. “Okay,” she replied. “I want you to fuck me.”
Jesse climbed off the bed. Lily-Grace couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he stripped out of his boxer briefs, revealing the largest erection she’d ever seen in real life. She shifted her gaze up to his face while he grabbed the protection so they could keep this party going. She watched impatiently as he deftly slid the condom into place. He’d clearly been practicing.
“Do you have a favorite position?” he asked.
“Yes, but kiss me first.” She rose up on her knees and moved to the edge of the bed. He stepped closer, pulling her in with his arms around her waist. She shivered as their lips met again and his hands slid under the hem of the T-shirt, lightly gripping her ass with both hands.
“I can’t kiss you during,” she said.
“Okay. Show me what you like.”
Lily-Grace pulled the T-shirt over her head and tossed it at the foot of the bed, then moved to the middle of the mattress so she could situate herself on her stomach. She spread her knees and arched her hips off the bed to make room for him.
“Come here, babe. Come up behind me.” She tried to breathe as the mattress dipped under his weight. She ignored the goose bumps that spread out all over her body when his large hand smoothed its way over her hip. She closed her eyes, more than ready to take what he was about to give her, but Jesse stilled behind her, his hand seemingly frozen against her skin.
She turned her head, but only his shoulders and the silhouette of his bald head were backlit by the ambient light. “You okay?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, I just—yes. I’ll go slow.”
“Probably a good idea. I’ll tell you if I can’t take all of you.” But she knew she could, she wanted him that bad. As if to agree, her pussy clenched on itself, begging politely to be filled. She faced forward again, and pressed her hips back as she heard him let out a deep breath. Another breath and he gently nudged at her entrance with the head of his penis. She shifted back farther, letting him know it was okay for him to keep going. And he did, finally pushing his way inside. She wanted to give him more time, but the impatience and the ache became too much. Shameless, she dropped her hips back until she’d taken almost every inch of him and then again and again until she’d taken him to the root, spurred on in every single thrust by the sexy groans Jesse couldn’t seem to hold back.
“How does that feel?” she asked, her forehead pressed into the sheets.
“Good,” Jesse ground out. “Really good.”
Lily-Grace smiled to herself and swung her hips back and forth once again. It took a few moments, but Jesse caught on, matching the pace she set perfectly. Pressing in hard and deep, just the way she liked it. She felt another orgasm creeping up on her.
“Here,” she managed to say before she reached back and grabbed Jesse’s hip. Carefully he followed her forward as she lay flat on her stomach. Tears sprung to her eyes at the feeling of his perfect, heavy weight on top of her. She knew this position could be a little tricky. She could feel Jesse fumbling a bit to get situated, balancing the full brunt of his body onto her, but he quickly sorted it out and started moving inside of her again.
Lily-Grace bore back down, working her clit against the sheets as his erection massaged the tight embrace of her slick cunt. She fucked Jesse back with the same slow intensity he was giving her. She was coming, her orgasm deep and consuming. She cried out Jesse’s name as her orgasms seemed to roll on and on. She hadn’t come this hard in a while, and all she wanted now was a repeat performance as soon as she could breathe again. Above her, Jesse stilled and a pinch of terror ran through her, her eyes snapping open. He was going to pull out. She reached up and gripped his fingers in the sheets.
“Come, babe,” she said. “This isn’t just about me. Don’t stop until you come.”
He didn’t respond, but after a beat, he slid his hand free from hers and sat back up. He cupped both her hips again and started fucking her with a little more speed, but still the same perfect pressure. He was being so careful, she couldn’t help but love him a little for it. She clenched down around him again, coming as he pleasured them both with his amazing body. Soon she felt the telltale tension in his hips and a harsh “Oh shit,” as he filled the condom. Relief rushed over her. She hated the idea of him not finishing because he was afraid to be that free with her. She sighed and reached back, giving his thigh a gentle pat.
“Condom in the trash,” she said, shocked that her brain could still focus on the practical bits and not just the wild emotions running through her mind.
“Got it.” Jesse slid off the bed and into the bathroom. He was back a few moments later and Lily-Grace was still lying limp in the same position. He climbed back into the bed and she let him pull her back into his muscular arms. She snuggled close, taking in the amazing way he smelled, like sun-kissed man and a job well done.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what? You are getting absolutely no complaints from me.” Her body was still humming.
“I forgot the dirty talk.”
“I’m willing to let it slide.”
“Did you enjoy the fucking?”
Lily-Grace laughed. “I did. Very much. We still have a lot more to cover so we should probably do this again.”
