I lift my trembling hand, and he takes a sharp intake of breath.
Please let me do this right. Wrapping my hand around the shaft, I squeeze gently. He’s hot and hard and it makes my pussy pulse.
The strangled sound that comes out of his mouth makes me think I’m doing okay so far.
I pump, and his head tilts back.
“Indie,” he rasps. “So good.”
He feels amazing in my hand. I bite my lip as I move my hand faster. He meets me, arching his hips to the rhythm I’ve set. I feel powerful knowing that I can do this to him.
I watch my hand move around him, and then his face, flitting between both. I’m honestly not sure which is turning me on more.
I am on fire.
Breathing heavily, I try to ignore the need to come so that I can focus on making him feel good. It’s getting harder because my body thrums with desperation to feel him inside me. I don’t have to close my eyes and pretend he’s with me. He’s here now, and he looks like he wants to be inside me, too.
“Indie, stop,” he says, gripping my wrist. “I’m going to come.”
“I want you to.”
He shakes his head, half pained like he hates himself a little in this moment. “The first time I come with you is going to be inside you. I need that.”
“Oh,” I murmur, letting go. My hand feels worthless without him in it. I drop my arm to the mattress, and he takes deep breaths.
I almost laugh, but I’m just as needy.
When he refocuses, I know I’m in trouble.
He bends down, and with absolutely no warning, drags his tongue down from my neck to my breast. I jump so violently; I almost leave the mattress and knock him out.
With a chuckle, he takes my nipple in his mouth.
Jesus. Christ.
My eyes roll as he sucks on the bud and flicks it with his tongue.
Fuck.
I dig my heels into the mattress and moan. “That’s…”
He smiles against my breast and sucks gently again.
I squirm under him and fist the sheets. How is it possible to feel that pleasure everywhere? I pant like I’m a smoker running a marathon. Every nerve ending sizzles with pleasure. “Spencer, I can’t take it.”
He moves to the other breast. I’m close. Can you come like this?
“Spencer.”
“Shh, baby, it’s okay.”
He moves lower, peppering little kisses down the centre of my stomach.
“Yes,” I moan, realising his destination.
His hands massage my thighs as his mouth moves lower. “God, you’re wet for me. I’m so fucking turned on by you.”
I squeeze my eyes closed as a ripple tears through my pussy. “Please do something,” I beg.
The mattress bounces gently from his silent laughter. “Whatever you want,” he replies.
His tongue slides against my clit.
“Fuck!” I hiss. My hips arch into his face without permission.
It only makes him groan. He kisses my clit and sucks with the same pressure he applied to my nipples. Oh. My. God.
Nothing has ever felt this good before. Nothing I can do to myself comes close to his mouth.
“Spencer, I need to come!” I claw at the bedding like a maniac.
I’m acutely aware how desperate I sound but I’m dying.
His reply is an assault of fast licks, some light and some maddingly heavy that have me fucking his face hard. His fingers dig into me as he holds me to his face. Gone is the light teasing. He’s lost control, too.
“Spencer. I’m…” I throw my head back and groan.
I come, grinding against him as wave after wave of ecstasy rips through body.
Oh, Jesus.
He moves up my body, kissing my clammy skin while I’m still seeing stars.
“Nothing is more beautiful than watching you come,” he whispers when he’s against my ear.
“I need you.” It’s all I can think to say.
He sits up to look at me. “Are you sure?”
“I’m really sure.”
I thought he would pounce and he would be inside me within five seconds. He continues to stare like he’s just had some life altering experience.
I’m lying beneath him, naked, jellified, and unable to feel my toes.
I rake my eyes over his body, noticing thick muscle under soft skin. Spencer has always kept in shape but now he has a prominent six pack, and I love it.
He’s sitting on my legs again, keeping most of his weight off me, though I don’t dislike the feel of him on top of me at all. His erection points up at the ceiling as if it’s waiting for me to go to it. To do what? My experience is limited to what I’ve seen on TV.
“I… I…” My face flames.
Spencer tilts his head to the side, his fingers caressing up my waist and over my breasts. I gasp, closing my eyes.
“What, Indie? Hey, look at me.”
My eyes open at his command.
“You… what?” he asks.
“I haven’t.”
“You haven’t had sex before?”
I look away. “No.”
“Hey.” He leans over me and kisses my forehead. “I’m glad.”
“That’s good? I don’t know what I’m doing, and this is our first time together. I want it to be perfect. I know what to do but I also know how to ride a motorcycle, but I don’t think it’s as simple as—”
He ends my ramble with a kiss. “You don’t know how insanely jealous I get whenever you mention another guy’s name. It eats me up, stressing over them touching you, being inside you. Knowing that I’m the only guy to feel you? There’s nothing better than that.”
I gulp. “Oh.”
He kisses me again, his lips slow and deep, showing me how much he wants this. I feel the smile against my mouth as my confession lingers between us.
I’m so not going to tell him that the reason I’ve never slept with anyone is because I wanted him to be my first. I’ve been on a few dates, which never went anywhere. Spencer is the only guy I want. He always has been.
Lowering himself again, his body presses flush against mine, and we
