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“You serious?” I ask finally.
She nods, biting the inside of mouth. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want all the pressure of it, so I didn’t say anything.”
“Well, was it alright?” My mind races, combing through every detail of our first night. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “When have I not communicated what I want?”
“Never,” I affirm.
“It didn’t hurt, it was just a lot going in the first time,” she says, smiling. “But it’s always a lot going in.”
It doesn’t do any good to admonish her for not telling me. Clearly, she did it how she felt comfortable. I’m surprised, but not upset.
“You were really fucking good for someone figuring it out on the fly,” I say finally. “And you still are.”
“You make it easy.”
I kiss her mouth. We break apart slowly, and she leans down, keeping eye contact as long as she can. Then, her mouth slides over my dick, and I sink back to give her space. Her palm slides up my chest, and her nails dig into my skin. Her other hand grips the base, and her perfect tongue runs over me in short strokes. She does this thing at the end of every lick, a little curl and flick, and it drives me out of my mind.
I’m not gonna last.
She’s all in, sucking me off, with her head bobbing. Pleasure tingles down my spine and culminates where her hand and mouth work my cock. My chest heaves, body tense. Her hair is soft in my grip.
“Hey, baby,” I grit out. “Gonna come.”
She doesn’t stop. I push deeper, careful not to thrust, and my orgasm hits. My vision flashes. I catch the faint sound of her moaning as she sucks the soul out of my body. I’m fully aware that I can’t go without this moving forward. She’s got me all fucked up in so many ways. Then, the pleasure ebbs, and I’m so sensitive I twitch as she pulls her mouth off my still-hard cock with a little pop.
I want to ask if she swallowed, but I don’t want her to feel like she has to.
Turns out, I don’t have to. She locks eyes with me, and her throat bobs. Goddamn, I might just come again.
“Come here,” I growl, grabbing her waist and pulling her into my lap.
She bites her lip, giggling as I kiss up her neck. I’m hard again.
That’s fine—we have time.
I make good use of it. She ends up straddling my face, and I eat her until she comes again. Then, we fuck until almost noon, and we’re both so parched and sweaty, we have to stop. I’ve never been in a bad way like this about anybody before, and I can’t get enough. I fill my cup, and it runs dry the second I’m done. I could go for another round, but she’s panting and asking for a break.
I kiss down her belly, flicking her clit. She tastes like I fucked her.
“I was really the first, huh?” I murmur.
“Don’t tell anyone. I had a reputation at the ranch for being a man-eater,” she says. “I got in big trouble once and never even actually fucked the guy. I just thought I was pregnant, and Dad flipped out.”
“Ah,” I say. “How did you think that if you’d never had sex?”
She rolls her eyes. “He kinda just…came on it, but not in. Sort of.”
“And that’s all I need to know.”
Her eyes narrow, a smile flashing. “Jealous?”
“Always. Now, get in the shower, I’ll be right in,” I breathe.
We shower, then head to the kitchen for some water. I make some sandwiches, and she sits on the counter and eats. When we’re done, I make some coffee. While it’s brewing, I push her down and eat her out on the counter, not until she comes, but until she’s wet and ready for taking back to bed.
Then, we go all over again. Until the sun starts slanting gold down the walls. We came here with the intent of playing make-believe. So I do, pretending she’s mine, that we’re doing something permanent. Like she’s got a ring on her finger and my last name, like we could be on our honeymoon right now.
