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He didn’t reply, just took one of my nipples in his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue. I scratched my fingernails up and down his back, loving the way his biceps were rock hard in my hand, just like his cock. How had I lucked into the love of a literal Adonis? Just another element of my fairy tale, I guess — getting the perfect prince. I made a mental note to write a thank-you letter to the universe.
“You’re literally killing me with how sexy you are,” he admitted, his fingers gliding down to my pussy lips and spreading them open.
“Well, don’t die before I come,” I teased. “Because I feel like I’ve waited long enough for this. I’m not sure I could last a moment longer.”
“Remember when you were a virgin? My, how things have changed.”
“Guess I was just waiting for the right guy.” He looked at me with a raised brow, and I added, “And yes, that’s you.”
“Phew, you had me nervous for a sec.”
His fingers curved into me, slipping past my clit and right inside my hole.
“Oh… fuck…”
Tate made S-shaped undulations in me, a ‘come hither’ that was just for us. My core clenched as one delicious sensation after another hit me. Wow, did he know how to use those hands. I could feel my juices dripping down his pointer and middle fingers. I looked down and saw that I’d made a little wet mark on the thigh of his suit pants. Now that’s what I call leaving an impression.
“You better take those pants off,” I giggled. “I think you might have a small, uh, stain.”
Tate took his fingers out of me and slipped them into his mouth, tasting my liquids.
“Yummy.”
I pressed myself up into the air so that he could tug off his pants in one fluid motion, the practiced gesture of a man who’d done this more than a few times. I’d always thought that the downside of being a twenty-one-year-old virgin would be that when I did go to lose my virginity — and the subsequent occasions after that — I’d feel cowed by how inexperienced I was compared to other men my age. Again, me and my stupid pride. In reality, it was wonderful fucking someone with such prowess. It actually made me feel strangely safe.
Tate’s cock rose out of his underwear as he slid the clothing past his thighs and onto the black floor beneath us. His dick was veiny and throbbing, eager for my touch.
“That erection is quite the compliment,” I noted, rather pleased with myself.
Bodily reactions are difficult to fake. Seeing Tate’s anxious cock reminded me that this wasn’t just in my head. His attraction to me was as real as the danger we’d just been in. Then again, speaking of the danger, maybe he was just turned on by the adrenaline.
As if reading my mind, Tate replied, “I’ve been nursing it for days, just waiting to have you back in my arms.” He grabbed a condom from his discarded pants and rolled it on as he looked at me.
“Okay, enough talk, Mr. Smooth. We’ve both been waiting long enough.”
Tate took my meaning, and in a breath, thrust his member inside me.
“Ride me,” he urged, pushing his flattened hands into my back, moving my breasts closer to his chest with uncloaked need.
I colored, feeling a renewed sense of shame. “I’m, um, not quite sure I know how.”
“It’s easy. Just push your hips forward and back, like you were riding a horse.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course his rich ass would make an equestrian reference.
“I’ve never ridden a horse,” I explained patiently.
His hands were at my waist. “I’ll help you. Just do what feels good. It’ll come as easy as breathing.”
Slowly, with a bundle of nerves inside me, I pressed my hips to Tate. I felt the tip of his cock touch my back wall, felt the way he curved to hit the exact right spot in me. I pressed forward again. Yes, yes, this was it, I knew it for sure.
Tate’s head tilted back and fell on the seat.
“You’re a natural, Kiki,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t need any more urging. I moved forward again and again until I found a rhythm, bouncing on his massive dick, letting it take me to new places, my hair flowing around my shoulders like I was a cowgirl riding into the sunset. Tate was right — I hadn’t needed any instruction. When it came down to it, my body knew exactly what to do.
“Keep going,” he managed to say. “Fuck, this feels…”
“Incredible,” I finished in a pant.
There were no more words between us, just the sound of my flesh hitting him, feeling my belly rub against his abs, my breasts on his chest, so tight you could hardly fit a penny between us, each move bringing me closer to orgasm.
