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“Yes…”
He slows and presses gentle kisses over my face. “Good girl… you’re doing so well taking me like this your first time.”
“Ohhh…”
“Just relax… let me take you there. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Mmm…”
He rocks slowly, long slow thrusts, and it’s only another twenty seconds or so before I feel my orgasm approaching, the curious tightening of the muscles deep inside.
“Yeah,” he says, obviously sensing something, “beautiful girl, come for me…”
My toes curl, and my mouth opens, but no words come out as I clench around him and the amazing pulses start. Only then do littleOh-oh-ohstumble from my lips, and he kisses me as if he wants to capture them like butterflies, murmuring words of encouragement all the way through it, although my brain is spinning too fast for me to make sense of them.
When they finally fade away, I open my eyes and look straight into his.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, still moving inside me.
“Mmmm…”
He lifts up, supporting himself on his hands, either side of my shoulders, and begins to move faster. I tighten my legs around him, thrilled at the thought of him taking his pleasure from me, and watch with awe, moving with him and doing my best to drive him to the edge.
It only takes a minute or two before I feel him change… his thrusts become faster, his mouth more demanding, his groans louder. I scrape my nails down his chest and then try squeezing his nipples to see what it does to him. He growls, pins my hands above my head again, and thrusts harder, and I can only lie there and watch this magnificent man as he takes himself to the edge and tumbles off into the abyss.
Mmm… the beauty of a man’s climax… my first experience of it, and hopefully not my last. He groans, shudders, and then stills, tensing, and I feel him twitch and jerk inside me. He pushes his hips forward, burying himself inside me—ooh, ow, I’m a little tender there now—but I don’t say anything, and just stare up in wonder as he comes. I did that. I gave this guy the ultimate pleasure.
Wow, I love sex so much.
Chapter Sixteen
Orson
Scarlett is wrapped around me completely, and I’m buried deep inside her. Oh man. That was amazing. She stares up at me, and I sigh. I don’t know what this girl does to me, but every time she looks into my eyes I feel as if I’ve stuck my fingers in a socket.
I lower my head and kiss her gently. “Are you okay? Sorry, I got carried away. I didn’t hurt you?”
“No,” she says. But when I withdraw, she winces, so I know she must be tender.
“I’m so sorry.” I move off her and dispose of the condom. “Poor baby girl.” I get up and pull the duvet over her as she curls onto her side. “Hold on.” I go through to the ensuite bathroom, retrieve a clean facecloth, run it under the cold tap and wring it out tightly, then take it out to her. “Here, this might help. Open your legs.”
Shyly, she does so, and I press it to where she’s sore, then close her legs gently.
“Thought you hadn’t been with a virgin before,” she says tartly.
“I haven’t. It’s standard sports practice. Cold compress for soreness. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I walk along the corridor and cross the living room to the kitchen. After retrieving a couple bottles of water from the fridge and a box of chocolates, I take them back to the bedroom. Then I climb onto the bed beside her.
I unscrew the top of one of the bottles and hand it to her. “Drink,” I instruct.
“Yes sir,” she says saucily.
I chuckle and watch as she downs a few mouthfuls while I unscrew my bottle. I drink a quarter of it in one go, then leave it on the bedside table and take the wrapper off the box of chocolates.
“Treats to Tempt You,” she says, reading the name of the shop on the box.
“I got them from Doubtless Bay. Best chocolates in the country.” I open the box and offer them to her. She chooses a kiwifruit truffle. I pop a caramel truffle in my mouth, then leave the box on the bed behind me and pull her into my arms. She snuggles up to me, and I hold her while I stroke her back.