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“Okay,” he sighs and moves his kisses to my neck. “Guide my hand. Show me how you like it.”
His request makes my center throb. I would have never thought guiding a man to pleasure me with his hand would be so hot. Closing my eyes, I focus on the feeling of having Wyn’s naked body warm against mine. Instinctively, my hand begins moving the way it does when I’m alone in the dark with nothing but my fantasies. But I’m lying next to the only man I’ve desired. I open my legs wider, encouraging him to go deep and rub harder.
Our similar breathing means he’s just as into it as I am. Losing my last drop of reserve, I rock my hips harder and moan his name when a pleasant heat warms my body. His answering excited intake of breath breaks the last bit of resistance and I experience the most heightened release I’ve ever had to date.
He takes over, teasing me enough to intensify the feeling. I’m no longer nervous about the next steps. I want it all more than ever.
Wyn smiles at me but his eyes storm with reserved desire. I open my mouth to tell him how great it was but something else comes out.
“Now do that with your tongue.”
His reserve breaks and he grabs my inner thigh hard while stealing another kiss.
“Are you asking me to eat your pussy?” His erection runs a damp trail along my thigh.
“Not asking,” I confirm.
He nips at my lips then retreats to respond. “Then command it and mean it. Tell me to eat your sweet pussy.”
“Sweet?” I ask.
Wyn sucks his still wet fingers into his mouth. “Very.”
Shit. I’ll repeat anything he wants…
“Eat me, Wyn. I want to know what it feels like.”
Wyn repositions us until he’s between my spread legs with them resting on his shoulders.
“Not only will you learn how it feels, you’ll be very familiar from now on.”
I don’t respond because seeing and feeling him lick me is more than enough stimulation to occupy my mind.
My hips buck at the jolt I feel when he sucks my clit into his mouth. He lets it go with a pop and then circles my opening with the tip of his tongue. Wyn sticks it inside of me and retreats, introducing me to all the different feelings and going with what gets him a bigger reaction from me. I almost die when he spits on it, then dives back in like I’m a gourmet buffet. I cry out and grab his hair to encourage him to keep doing whatever he’s doing. Wyn is driving me out of my mind and sex seems less daunting and more like the thing I need in my life or I’ll die. My body breaks and his name pops out of my mouth like a plea. He holds my quivering thighs open as he continues to perform witchcraft. In minutes he has me questioning my earlier self for hiding in the bathroom.
Now, his desire is all out, shining in his eyes, flowing in his blood, and emitting off his body. There is no putting him back. We have no choice but to move forward.
“Do it,” I tell him.
“It?” he teases.
He wants me to be specific, so I’ll go to the base. “Fuck me, Wyn.”
He clenches his jaw, but it doesn’t stop the growl in his throat. Wyn rubs the blunt tip of his dick along my slit.
“You’re ready for me, baby?”
“More than ready.”
He presses forward while keeping his eyes on mine. I’m sure I don’t have a hymen, but my body still has to stretch. Luckily, two orgasms made everything very wet.
The first inch makes me shudder and the reality of it is not as polarizing as I’d believed it would be. Wyn does a series of mini strokes - pulling out and sliding in further-- until I lose patience.
“I’m a big girl. I can take it. Just go.”
Wyn raises a brow with a challenge but presses forward in one deep stroke. I suck in my breath at the discomfort of being stretched to capacity for the first time ever, but Wyn’s slow strokes begin to warm me up until I forget I was a virgin and begin to claw at him and beg for more.
