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Underneath her pants, she had on a simple pair of pink cotton underwear. My dick pulsed again and I almost groaned.

God, you make me weak, Tenleigh.

She sat up and removed her layered tops, and when she finally took off the long john shirt under it all, she sat before me in a white bra, her breasts spilling out of it as if it was a couple sizes too small. It probably was.

For a second, I just stared at her. She looked like a dream come to life. White creamy skin and dark hair spilling all around her shoulders and down her back. Her breasts were round and full, her waist slim, and her legs long and shapely. I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life than Tenleigh Falyn sitting on my bed in her plain cotton underwear. My stomach muscles clenched.

“Tenleigh,” I whispered, “you’re so beautiful.”

She blinked at me and then smiled shyly. I noticed there were goose bumps on her skin. “Get under the covers,” I said.

She looked over her shoulder and then scooted her body so she could pull the quilt, blankets, and top sheet back. She lay on my pillow, gazing up at me.

I stripped my clothes off so fast I didn’t even remember doing it, but the cold hit my naked skin and I climbed beneath the blankets with her. I took her lips again, our cool, bare skin finally making contact as we both sighed. I pulled the covers all the way up, almost over our faces, and it only took a few minutes until we were in our own little warm cocoon.

I brought my hand up to her breast and rubbed the nipple lightly with my thumb. Tenleigh gasped out my name and my cock jumped. I wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this before I came on myself without even being touched. God, this girl. I needed to make her come and then I needed to take care of myself in the shower.

“Tenleigh, have you ever had an orgasm?” I asked softly, trailing my lips up her neck.

She shook her head.

“Not even one you gave yourself?” I asked.

“Our trailer’s really small.”

I nodded, my eyes taking in her beautiful features. Something warm filled my chest when I considered that I’d be the first one to make her come. I wouldn’t be the first one to make love to her, but I had this. This was mine and mine alone. And maybe that wasn’t right either but I couldn’t convince myself to care.

I reached behind her and she arched her back as I unhooked her bra and took it off her, tossing it on the floor. Her eyes watched my face, looking full of both desire and nervousness.

I leaned down under the covers and put my mouth on her nipple, sucking it gently into my mouth. The taste of her was heaven on my tongue.

“Oh, Kyland,” she moaned. Her hands came up to my head and she raked her fingers through my hair. I licked and sucked one nipple for a minute, laving it with my tongue, going around and around, until she was bucking her hips up into me. I adjusted my own hips to the side to avoid the sweet torture of her pressing right into my erection and moved my mouth over to the other nipple.

“You taste so good,” I said between sucks.

“Ahhh,” she moaned out. I could hear her moving her head from side to side on the pillow. I trailed my hand down over her silky, flat stomach, my mouth still on her breast, and when I slipped my fingers into her underwear and between her legs, it was me who moaned out.

She was slick with arousal. I dipped my finger inside her and brought it in and out slowly, mimicking the movement I wanted to be making with another part of my body. Her breathing grew ragged. I brought my now-wet finger to her clit, circling it gently as she cried out.

I wanted to put my face between her legs and taste her there, but we had all night—I hoped. If she’d agree to stay, I would make her feel good in every single way I knew how.

I continued to stroke her clit with my thumb as I dipped my finger into her wet opening. She sighed out and pressed upward into my hand.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I begged. “Tell me what’s in your mind right now?” I wanted her. And I couldn’t have all of her, but the parts I could have…her sweet responsiveness, her pleasure, and the things swirling through her mind, I could have those. For now, at least.

“I can’t…I can’t make sense of any of it.” She moaned deeply as I changed tempo with my fingers. “I think I used to have problems and…concerns, but I can’t remember one of them. All I feel is good, oh God, Kyland, that’s so good.”