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She’s completely bare between her legs. There’s no stubble, which makes me think she’s had laser. The soft folds beneath her clit are soaked, and they glitter under the kitchen light. There’s a freckle on the right side of her pussy. I have the sudden urge to kiss it and tell her it’s pretty.

The whole thing is pretty. Just real fucking nice.

I lick my finger and touch the hood of her clit, drawing it back and spreading her open with my middle finger and thumb. It’s smooth, flushed pink. My body reacts, groin tightening. I lean in, flicking mytongue over her pussy and coiling it up to her bare clit. Her head rolls to the side, eyes closed. Her breath hitches, a muscle in her thigh quivering.

She doesn’t think I can get her there, I can tell.

In the interim between losing my v-card and tonight, I learned a thing or two, and I spent a good amount of time practicing it. Ten thousand hours makes an expert. Well, I wasn’t keeping score, but I reckon I punched my card for those hours over the last nineteen years.

Her lack of confidence doesn’t faze me. Tongue flat and gentle, I start real slow, warming her up until she’s lifting her ass off the table and dripping into my mouth. That’s when I know it’s time to slip my fingers inside. She grips me, pumping around my knuckles. I find that spot just inside and stroke her until she reacts the way I want—eyes rolling back, lips parting, body shivering at every downstroke.

My fingers aren’t fitting too well, so I switch to one. That works better. Then, I get to figuring out what she likes on her clit. That takes a little longer—she likes the left side best, at a pretty even pace. Once I get a rhythm, it doesn’t take long for her to reach the point of no return.

I glance at the clock over the stove—fifteen minutes.

Her spine curves off the table. Her thighs clamp around my head. Pleasure rolls through her body and slips into spasms. She leaks out around my finger and stings my knuckles. Her hand flies down, digging into my hair. The pain of her nails sets me off, making my cock so hard, it hurts against my zipper.

Fuck, that is satisfying.

I readjust my fingers, going in for another, but she lifts her head weakly.

“Please,” she breathes.

Resurfacing, I run a hand over the lower half of my face. “That alright for you, baby?”

She props herself up. “That was…yeah, that was amazing.”

Keeping eye contact, I run my tongue from her pussy to her clit, cleaning her up. She shivers, watching closely.

“You don’t want another?” I ask.

Her breasts heave under her little dress. “I want fucked,” she blurts out.

That, I can do. Rising, I reach into my back pocket, where I usually carry a condom in my wallet. Instead, I find what Jack shoved in there earlier; a silver foil packet. I take it out and hold it up to the light. There’s a tiny silver dog on it, because of course there is. I am going to kill that fucker when I get a chance.

“Let’s go upstairs and get a condom,” I say.

“That is a condom,” she says. “What brand is that?”

“Not any brand I want to use.” I toss it on the table and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She grips my shoulders, ducking her head as we ascend the staircase. In my bedroom, I hit the lamp and dump her onto the bed on her back.

She looks so pretty sprawled out, her thighs pressed together. That feeling of familiarity passes over me in a wave. God, I want to get lost in her, to fuck hard all night and try to feel it again and again. The thought of her leaving is a dark cloud. I think I’m going to pretend tonight will last forever.

She lifts her heels, bracing them on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

I reach into the bedside table. “You want me to shower up still?”

“No, just fuck me.”

Her voice cracks. Arousal is a pounding drum in my groin. I pull my shirt off and unfasten my belt, unzipping my pants. Her eyes follow my every move as I rip the corner of the condom package and take it out, pushing down the front of my boxer-briefs. My dick is rock hard, and it slaps against my lower stomach.

“Oh my God.”

I glance up, condom on my tip. “Huh?”

Her eyes are wide. Not breaking eye contact with my dick, she pushes herself to her knees and comes to the edge of the bed. I pull the condom back. She stares. I’m wondering if there’s something wrong. But then, she leans in and wraps her soft hand around my length. The pressure almost makes my knees sway.