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The speed at which her eyes shot to mine, I realised she wasn’t sure that had been a joke. I’d had a girl use her mouth before, but I had been joking about Piper doing it.
“Check which way it rolls down,” I told her as I showed her. “Like this. Then, put it on top and roll it down all the way.”
We’d done this shit with bananas a couple of times over the years – my guess is they were cheaper than dildos – but I didn’t think they were really the same thing. For starters, a banana wasn’t going to leak and get you pregnant if you didn’t roll it far enough.
Not that I was thinking about that for long, because Piper’s hands were on my cock. Soft, but sure and steady, like she wasn’t sure how much pressure it could take. Look, the way she got me going, I was in serious risk of a fucking feather touch blowing my load. When she had one hand at the base of my shaft, I checked it was on properly and gently lay her back and kissed her again, keeping it soft but deliberate while I calmed down.
But there was no fucking hope of that. As my tip rubbed against her, she arched into me, and her arms wound tighter around me.
“You sure about this?” I asked as my lips trailed down her neck.
She looked me in the eye and nodded. “I’m sure.”
Thank fuck.
I kissed her as I slid into her gently, thrusting softly. About halfway, I looked down at her and asked, “Still with me?”
She nodded again and I saw the surety in her eyes.
I felt myself give her a smile that I couldn’t really afford to be giving her. “Just relax.”
My lips found hers again and her whole body relaxed into me, and mine into hers – without crushing her. My hand slid down her leg, gripping her hip to hug mine higher. There was no more resistance and I buried myself in her to the hilt. My hand found hers and held it above her head as we moved together.
Nothing – no one – had ever felt like she did. She was fucking… Perfect wasn’t even good enough a word to describe her. The way her body reacted to mine, the way hers moved with mine, it was like we’d done this a hundred times.
We took our time. The pace being as much about controlling my end as it was to just savour the fucking moment. I felt slightly nauseas just thinking about it, then couldn’t find it in myself to regret it.
As she came, she said my name, then pressed her mouth to my shoulder. In the act of muffling her moan, the sexy little minx actually fucking bit me. It was enough to do a man in. I thrust harder, faster. Her soft moans of satisfaction made me both desperate to cum and desperate to hold off until she bit me again.
But a guy can only hold on so long. I did manage not to bite her, though.
I kissed her gently as I gave a few more lazy thrusts.
Our breaths mingled as we fought to steady them.
That’s when I caught her eyes, and she was staring into the depths of my fucking soul.
There was something undeniable between us. A connection. Something that didn’t need labels or explanations. It just was. I saw it as clear in her eyes and I felt it in my chest.
I needed to distract myself from it. “Did you actually just bite me?” I asked her.
Her cheeks went bright pink, and she buried her face against my shoulder. “Maybe. Sorry.”
I pulled out of her with a kiss and a chuckle. “Fuck, no. Don’t be sorry, you kinky bitch.”
She pulled the blankets over her head, and I let her while I dealt with the condom. But when I got back into bed with her, I pulled the blankets down just enough to see her eyes.
“Sex has to be honest, remember?” I said. “I’m not into that BDSM stuff, but I can handle you being a bit of a biter. Just maybe try not to break skin, yeah?” Look, at that point, I wouldn’t have given a single fuck if she had broken skin. I’d had my skin broken in far less fun and exciting ways.
“Oh, so you think this is going to happen again, do you?” she asked, and the mischief fucking danced in her eyes.
I settled in and pulled her to me, completely not using my big boy brain. “If I had my way, I’d…” I stopped suddenly, realising what I’d been about to say. It was bad enough I thought shit like that, I really shouldn’t say it out loud.
She rolled over, putting her hand between her chin and my shoulder. “What?’ she asked and the innocent sincerity in her eyes floored me.
I trained my eyes on the window or I was in fucking trouble. “Well, of course I want to do it again. Considering I know your experience intimately, I have no problems telling you that you’re just fucking amazing.”
“That’s not what you were going to say,” she accused.
