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“Really? I… you’re ready for that?”

“Aren’t you?”

I could see him chuckling, and wished I could hear it, even just once. Was it a low throaty sound? Was it a silly giggling sound? I’d never get to know.

“Fuck yes,” he finally said, grasping my hips and forcibly lifting me up like I weighed nothing, easing me onto my feet in the bath. Before I could move, he was up and lifting me out of the water, stepping onto the bath mat as we both dripped water absolutely everywhere.

“We should get dry,” Stag said, biting his lip again as he stared at my mouth. He didn’t want to do that, and neither did I.

“Be more fun while we’re wet,” I pointed out, even though we’d drip water all over Henley’s lovely house. We shouldn’t do that. We really shouldn’t.

“Tell you what. How about we wrap ourselves in towels and whip them off when we get to our room?” Perfect.

Chapter Thirty

Ifelt like I’d waited my entire life for this moment, and now it was here, I was starting to worry that I’d let her down. I guess performance fears are normal with men, but I felt like there was extra pressure on this moment, because this could determine whether we became an us for the long term, versus me going off early and her picking someone else. A real man, for example.

I set her down on the bed, still wrapped in her towel, and then I backed up, smoothing my hand over my hair as I took in every detail. Her long dark hair, her creamy skin, the blush in her cheeks, her gorgeous green eyes practically sparkling at me.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Stag, but you don’t need to be. I want this, and you can’t let me down.”

I chuckled, smoothing my hands over the towel around my waist, wanting to fucking man up and at the same time hide from her, because there would be no coming back from it if I couldn’t go the distance.

“Stag, I’m so horny. I want you.” Fuck me. Words I’d always wanted to hear from a woman, and her, for it to be her, this is the most important moment of my life.

“What if…”

She tilted her head at me.

“Go on?”

“What if I go off early?”

She smiled gently, loosening the towel from around her sexy form.

“I’d take it as a compliment, and make you go down on me until you’re ready to go again.”

Jesus. That was hot as fuck. Did my cock just twitch beneath this towel? Fuck yeah. Was I coating it in pre-cum right now? Obviously.

Did I want to fuck her? More than anything.

Claudia pushed the towel apart completely, and spread her legs, sliding her fingers between them, to stroke herself. Fuck. That was the sexist thing I’d ever seen. I dropped to my knees, edging closer to watch as her fingers slid inside her, and then circled her clit as she moaned and rocked her hips. If I was gonna go off early, it was going to be right now. Right in this moment.

I lifted my eyes to see her watching me, her tongue sliding over her lips, the mere sight making me want to jump straight into things, even while I was still praying that I’d do it right.

“Can… can I?” I reached for her hand and eased it from inside her, lifting her fingers to my face, taking a deep inhale of her scent. The scent of my aroused woman. I dragged my tongue over her fingers, taking in that taste of her. The sweet tang of my fucking woman’s pussy. I sucked her fingers, drawing them deep into my mouth to wrap my tongue around them, my eyes never leaving hers. She shuddered with need, her eyes falling half closed, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She was so horny. She said it and I’m seeing it. Tasting it. She really wants me.

Like a savage beast, I tugged her hand from my mouth and pushed her legs apart, burying my face between them to lick at her. To taste her directly from the source, to feel her pussy contracting around my tongue as I pushed it deep inside her. There’s no better flavour in the world than this woman, and I never want to stop tongue-fucking her.

At least that was my plan, but Claudia’s fingers slid into my hair and tugged hard, forcing me to lift my head.

“You want me to stop?” I didn’t want to, fuck no, but if that’s what she wanted, that’s what would happen. I didn’t need some other fucker to remind me about consent.

“I want you to come here,” Claudia said as she leaned back and tugged me with her, dragging me up on top of her. My towel came loose as I moved, and I reached for it, but she was pulling it away. That’s what was happening. My woman, because she was mine, even if I didn’t have the balls to say it outright, was stripping me of the one thing keeping our naked bodies from sliding against each other. Our skin was still damp, and, as our lips found each other, and fingers began exploring, I realised two things. One, dampness didn’t exactly help our skin slide easily, and two, neither of us gave a damn about that.

Our kisses became frantic, our tongues practically fucking each other as our hands moved and the reality of this situation hit me. I was about to have sex for the first fucking time. She was naked, she was spread out on the bed with me on top of her, and she wanted me. It was happening at last.

Claudia slid one hand over my ass, grasping my cheek in one hand, and the other slid around the back of my head, with her taking over the kiss, commanding me with her touch. Showing me how she liked it, and something about that, about all of it, was sending me too close for comfort.