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I licked my lips, opened my mouth, and ached in anticipation.

He guided himself toward my lips. I flicked the tip of my tongue against the precum that glistened from the tip of his cock. Fueled by the slightly bitter taste, I eagerly took him into my mouth.

I slid my lips up and down his thick shaft, taking more of him with each stroke of my mouth. With his scrotum cupped in my hand, I sucked excitedly, eventually accepting him into my throat fully.

I looked up, hoping to see satisfaction in his eyes. His head was tilted back and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

I reached behind him, gripped his bare butt in my hands, and forced what little of him that remained past my willing lips.

He drew an uneven breath and then met the gaze of my watering eyes.

“Jesus,” he breathed.

He reached for my head and pulled himself from my mouth.

My heart sank. “You didn’t like it?”

“I can’t fucking stand it,” he said. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“You liked it?”

He guided me to my feet. “Loved it.”

I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and looked at him wantonly, hoping that he’d somehow justify continuing our sexual adventure. I’d waited a lifetime for what I was poised to share, and I was afraid I could wait no longer.

I felt if he’d give himself to me, that we’d connect on a level that secured my presence in his life, and in his being.

A magical existence known only to those who truly belonged in each other’s lives. A feeling so difficult to define, that any combination of words would fall short of an accurate description. These were the things I was certain we would share afterward.

He lifted me from my feet and turned toward the bed. I sucked in a breath. He must have anticipated my desires, but it came as no real surprise. At times, it seemed he could read my thoughts.

I hoped this was one of those times.

I’m giving myself to you because I trust you.

Be careful with me, please.

You’re my first.

Chapter Thirty

P-Nut

She lifted her head from the pillow and fixed her blue eyes on mine. Filled with nervous anticipation, I proceeded cautiously, fearing I’d make a grave mistake. I wanted everything to be different than it had in the past. I desired perfection, but my previous exploits had been far from it, leaving me with little hope of a completely faultless approach.

I pulled her jeans down along her legs and past her feet. Her eyes gave warning of her concern, but I didn’t share the perception she had of herself. I saw her as innocent, kind, and beautiful.

I slid my fingers beneath her panties, pausing with my hands at the taught skin that covered her hip bones. As I pressed the tips of my thumbs against the sensitive flesh in the depression of her hips, she inhaled a sharp breath.

The back of her head fell onto the pillow.

I hooked my index fingers underneath the delicate fabric. After receiving no objection, I tugged gently, bringing the red lace with me as my hands slid the length of her thighs.

I dropped the panties beside the bed, and then inched my way between her legs, until my face was hovering over her waist.

She lifted her head and met my gaze.

“Spread your legs,” I breathed. “I want to taste you.”