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“Krystal, wait,” I start. Deciding I have to tell her everything now. Before we go any further.
I can’t claim her if she doesn’t know who I really am, I won’t have her worrying about a thing and I sure as hell won’t ever keep anything from her ever again.
“No. Blake, please. I have something to say,” she interrupts me. Her hands pressing into my chest. Her eyes pleading with me to let her go first.
Don’t say I didn’t try to tell you. I’ve been trying to tell you since yesterday. Kind of.
“What is it?” I ask, concerned now. Worried she might have a secret way bigger, way worse than mine which is really more of a misunderstanding than anything else.
“I’ve never been with anyone before,” she finally manages. “I’m a virgin, Blake,” she says quietly, looking down and flushing red with shame.
Opening my mouth, she beats me to it again.
“I know you could have any girl you want and probably have. Any woman. Anyone. All you would have to do is—” she starts, almost ranting, but I stop her this time with my kiss.
It’s a long, tender kiss. A kiss I hope explains a lot more than what I tell her.
“Now. First things first,” I begin. “I’m only interested in one girl. One young woman,” I tell her firmly.
“And you’re wrong if you think I’m some Casanova type, blazing a trail of spent and used women across the continent,” I add, feeling a little hurt that she’d have that impression about me.
She looks up at me, her eyes misty and her lower lip starting to quiver.
Sensing she thinks I’m angry I hold her close and kiss her hair, her neck, and finally her lips again.
“Don’t you see, Krystal? I’m relieved more than anything if you’ve never been with anyone. It means I’ll be your first which is just perfect,” I tell her, watching her reaction as her eyes widen a little and she sniffs away her negative emotions.
“It’s not a bad thing at all. It’s very, very good,” I croon into her ear. My hands find her chest again and she purrs softly but stops me short of unbuttoning her pajama shirt.
“I mean… I just figured you’d want a girl who knew how to do stuff.” She muses.
“You seemed to cope just now,” I tell her, smiling. Sliding a hand between her legs and making her shiver before she covers herself with her flimsy robe.
I get it, she wants to talk now. Playtime’s over.
For now.
I guess when I do claim her properly, it should be, it will be somewhere more interesting than her dad’s kitchen counter.
“I couldn’t help myself just now, Krystal.” I remind her, gently taking her hand and running it up and down my shaft through my pants.
She sucks in a sharp breath, moaning again as she fights and loses the short battle with herself.
The trial in her mind trying to stop her from wanting to see it. To feel it and to explore my manhood.
“You’re not making this any easier,” she says, not taking her eyes off my tent pole, but running both hands up and down it now, making little sounds like she’s never been more ready to take things to the next level.
My own hand moves to my zipper, and in a moment I’ve freed my cock for her to see and touch.
We both moan loudly as her cool hands grip the hot stiffness of my erection straight away.
Her tiny fingers run the clear and free flowing lube around the plum shaped head, which swells in size under her touch.
“Oh my,” she gasps. “It’s… incredible…”
I stroke her hair back, letting my eyes close as she starts to instinctively pump my rod.
A little awkwardly at first, but with both hands and another thick bead of my precome, she’s making an ‘O’ shape with her mouth, thrilled at the sensation as much as I am.
“My turn now,” she coos. And I know what she has in mind, but as much as I want it.
It’s not what I really want.
“Wait,” I gasp, slowing her hands with mine, basking in her touch for a moment before she pouts.
“Am I doing it wrong?” she asks, concern on her face she might have done something wrong. I only shake my head and smile.
“Oh no, you’re not doing anything wrong,” I inform her. “Far from it,” I groan.
“Then what?” she asks, trying to keep eye contact, but the beast is out now and all her attention is on what we both know she needs.
“I mean, that this and everything in it is for you. Here,” I explain, gently touching her smooth mound under her robe.
She lets out a low breath, and between her hands and my fingers, we almost make a liar out of me and my plans for our first time after all.
