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My eyes were still closed, and as I breathed out roughly all I could feel was Sutton.
All I could smell was Sutton.
All I wanted was him.
He moved his hand down my hip, along my lower back, and stopped when his fingertips brushed along the crease of my ass. I swore he held his breath. I know I did.
But he didn’t grip the cheek like I’d thought …. hoped. Instead, he moved his hand between our bodies, grabbed my wrist in a gentle, yet unyielding hold, and stroked his thumb over my pulse point.
“As much as I want your hand on my cock, having you barely there, knowing that it’s your fingers so fucking close, is almost better than getting off.”
My body was on fire, my pussy so wet I felt my cream sliding down my inner thighs. And then I did wrap my hand around his erection, a gasp leaving me at finally holding him in my hand.
“God, you’re so big, so hard,” I breathed out, not meaning to say the words out loud.
He groaned and closed his eyes. “You make me this hard.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock even harder, started stroking him as he licked and sucked at my neck. I was so turned on that if he just touched me between my legs right now I’d get off.
“Fuck.” He groaned against my neck. His mouth was back on mine in an instant. He had his hands on my ass, squeezing the mounds, pulling me closer to his hard cock.
And then in a move so fast I didn’t even have time to prepare for it, Sutton was moving us back toward the bed.
“I want you. I need you so fucking bad.” He started thrusting against my hand, the back of my knees hitting the mattress. I wanted to be flat on the bed, wanted him over me, covering me. The feel of his pre-cum coated my palm. He was hot, arousing, and almost had me begging for his dick right then.
“I need you, Sutton.”
“Mine,” he said softly, as if to himself.
He continued to thrust against me, and his groaning became more pronounced.
“God,” I breathed out.
And then he was reaching between our bodies, pushing my hand away, and taking hold of his dick.
“Touch me,” he ground out.
My throat closed and I wrapped my arms around his neck, steadying myself for what was about to come. He looked right in my eyes, and nothing else mattered except this one moment.
“God, baby. You’re so wet for me.” He had hold of my leg, lifted it up, and wrapped it around his waist. He then rubbed his cock along my cleft, brushing my clit with every upstroke. “I could come right now,” he whispered. And then we were falling to the mattress, Sutton on top of me, his big, muscular body pinning me down.
We crashed our mouths together in a tangle of lips and teeth. This was really happening. I was really having sex with Sutton.
I shifted so I had his cockhead angled right at my entrance. I needed this too damn badly and I wasn’t afraid to be bold in getting it.
“God, you’re so damn big.” And he was.
He rested his forehead against mine, and we panted against each other’s mouths. And then he pushed inside of me. I gritted my teeth at the instant pain, but knowing I was here with Sutton, that he was the one claiming my virginity, made that pain turn into pleasure.
I let my head fall back against the mattress and closed my eyes. It felt like I was burning alive. He was buried to the hilt inside of me, his cock so thick and long, so hard. Sutton started moving in and out of me, slow and easy at first, letting me get accustomed to his length.
“Christ.” He grunted that lone word out. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”
Seeing all of that hard muscle flexing under his skin had a shiver working through me.
It felt like he was so deep inside of me. God, it was good.
He curled his hand around my waist, and I wrapped my legs around his hips.
Sutton made this low sound in the back of his throat when he slammed into me especially hard.
In and out.
The sounds of desire-dampened skin slapping together filled my head.
Steady. Fluid movements.
Thrusting in, retreating. Repeating.
When he pulled almost all the way out, and then slowly pushed back into me, he was a little gentler. He did this repeatedly, staring into my eyes the entire time.
“There’s so much I want to say, so many things, Catherine.”
I moaned and arched my back when he hit something deep inside of me.
“Tell me,” I whispered, begged.
He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. When he opened them again I saw raw truth reflected back. “You’re mine,” he said in a rush, the words spilling out. But it sounded like he stopped himself, like he wanted to say more.
