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He smirks. "No, you're not ready yet." I grit my teeth when he licks once more, shaking with pleasure, needing him all over again. "Not until you take three fingers."
My eyes bulge. "Three?"
"You have a lot more opening up to do, baby, if you want me to fit."
Wetting my lips, I glance past him again, the mere sight of his cock making me salivate, quickening the thrumming between my legs. "What if... What if I want to stretch around... something else?"
Our eyes lock, his smoldering with lust.
"You're sure about that?"
Maybe.
"Yes." I nod, squirming as his breath tickles my clit.
"You're gonna have to be a bit more convincing." He licks through me, slower this time, causing my fingers to bury through his hair, tugging his locks on a moan.
"Yesssss." I pant, as he laps up my clit lazily, focusing there. Rocking against him, blood pounding in my ears, I whine, "Yes, Hayden, pleaseeee," and sigh when he eases up his pressure.
Rising to his impressive height, his lips shine with my wetness before he wipes it on the back of his hand and slinks his long-sleeve to the ground. He flicks his chin, gesturing to the couch. "Show me how you want it."
Excitement sends my feet in a hurry, until I'm at the foot of the couch, near the armrest that Hayden's suit jacket drapes off of, and freeze...
How do I want it?
I run through all the positions I've seen in porn, most of which I don't even know the names to. Missionary, doggy, and cowgirl. That's it. I roll my teeth, unsure of how to decipher between the three in terms of pleasure or approaching your first time. So, I just rely on instinct.
Feeling the weight of Hayden's stare on my back, I peel off my panties, revealing my soaked center, pooling them around my ankles. I unhook my bra, too, not making much of a show, before lying on the couch, flat on my back with my head by the armrest, spreading my legs with my hair sprawled across the leather.
But...
The moment I look down at myself, I'm struck by a wave of insecurity. Not because of my looks. Rather, from my choice of position... There's no doubt, I picked the simplest one. He's probably disappointed over it and not at all surprised.
Sighing, I swing my head toward him, toward someone who has so much experience and probably thinks I'm boring or too—
My breath catches.
About five-or-so paces away, Hayden just stands there. He's fully nude in only his dress socks—but that's not new and can't be to blame for the way my heart palpitates in an erratic rhythm. No... it's the way he gawks at me, the look on his face...
It's of pure, unequivocal devastation.
"Hayden?"
He doesn't budge.
I glance down at myself, for a moment contemplating if there's something stuck on me, or maybe I'm lying weird. Did I forget to shave my legs, and he's just now noticing? Nope. They're silky smooth. And my toenails, they check out, too. Their paint is all shiny and without chips, for once. Then what is it?
My brow furrows as I return my attention to—
"Hayden?" I breathe again, finding him a foot from the couch, peering down at me with that same expression. Without a word, his gaze roams down my body, then swings back up, his eyes softening when they reach my face, staying there for several shaky breaths.
I'm about to prod him a third time, until...
"You're fucking breathtaking, Juliana."
I suck in a breath as a tingling warmth spreads all around me, setting my cheeks aflame. Searching his gaze, I find only sincerity, which catches emotions deep in my throat, stealing my words. Not that I have time for a response, anyway.
In a flash, he drapes his body across my center, sinking me farther into the couch, and crashes his mouth to mine. His tongue darts between my lips, stealing a breathless moan that he answers with his own, the throaty baritone racing goosebumps along my arms.
