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We’re leaning close again, her taste, her scent, her everything beckoning me.
We kiss hard, my hand moving to her leg, unable to stop when I feel her bare flesh against my palm.
She’shot, physically scorching, as though her lust is pressing through her skin, making her gorgeous legs even more inviting.
Our tongues clash as I slide my hand higher, higher, as I feel her virgin pussy beckoning to me.
“Wait,” she moans, breaking the kiss off, but staying close, her breath brushing over me.
I think she’s going to tell me to stop, but instead, she nods across the room.
“My – uh – my bedroom is over there. But….”
She doesn’t have to finish.
“We don’t have to go all the way, not tonight,” I say, even as my shaft aches, my helm bursts with urgent precome. “But I want to touch you, to taste you. I want to watch you cream for me in real life, Della. It’ll be so much sexier than the video.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, though,” she whispers as I slide my hand between her legs, holding my palm there, inches from her pussy.
She’s wet and warm. It’s like I can already feel her lips, her horny clit.
“Neither do I,” I say gruffly.
“You sounded like you did. In the texts, I mean….”
“I was just telling you what I wanted to do,” I say fiercely. “I was just thinking of you, imagining what I’d do if I was there. It doesn’t come from any experience.”
“Not even…”
“What?” I ask, leaning back, studying my woman’s tight features.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, her gaze dropping.
Somehow, I remove my hand from her between her legs.
It’s the emotion in her eyes again, prompting me, reminding me I need to protect her. Her mind and her body.
“Not even from videos? Stuff online?”
“No,” I growl. “Absolutely fucking not. I’ve never watched porn.”
She flinches. “Really? Most guys have.”
“I haven’t,” I tell her. “It’s like I said. I was waiting for a woman…a woman I never knew existed. And now here you are. No, Della, we’re in this together. This is a shared adventure. Everything we’re doing, we’re doingtogether.”
She darts her hand out, wrapping her fingers around my wrist, staring at me with frantic eyes.
“Swear?” she whispers. “Promise?”
“I promise. I swear. I’ll never lie to you.”
She nods, seeming to work up her courage, and then she directs my hand to her body.
She makes a moaning noise as she guides my hand between her legs.
CHAPTER17
Della
