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Lilly

My heart hammers relentlessl y against my chest as Greyson slowly lowers me onto the soft mattress.

I could feel the nerves radiating off his body as he lowered himself to his knees before me. Grabbing my feet, he carefully undoes the zips on my boots and pulls them off. His hands are shaking as he does so. And when he grazes a finger along my leg, I shiver.

“Can I take these off?” He asks, pulling at my tights.

Duh, how else are you meant to get to my pussy? I don’t voice that aloud though, instead I nod my head giving him a nonverbal answer.

Pushing himself up, he grips the hem of my skin-colored tights, and I lift my hips, helping him as he slowly pulls them down my legs.

Now I’m left in only my sweater dress and a lilac thong—my favorite lilac thong that has a cute little 3D butterfly at the top.

Moving his hands across my stomach, my body erupts in goosebumps. He pushes the dress over my hips until it lands just above my navel, and I inhale a sharp breath.

Fuck.

Propping my elbows on the comforter, I lift myself up slightly to get a good view of what’s happening, and I watch as he too inhales a sharp breath as he looks down at my laced thong.

He looks at me, a question in his eyes…a question he doesn’t want to voice, but I know what he’s asking, and with a slight nod of my head, his fingers latch under my thong, and he pulls it down my thighs, painfully slow.

“Holy fuck.” His breath gets caught in his throat.

I feel somewhat self-conscious, he's staring at my vagina like it's a piece of artwork worth millions. But then I remember that he's never seen one this up close and personal before. And I’m thankful Nina convinced me to get a wax the other day.

The bed dips beside me, and I glance over to see him leaning on his side, one arm propping him up while the other floats across my stomach just below my navel, circling my skins with his index finger.

My eyes peer down to his hand as he slowly trails it down, and when his finger grazes my clit, my back arches off the bed and a low moan escapes my lips.

He found the clit the first time?

How is that even possible?

“Oh, fuck.” I gasp as he fingers go in a circular motion.

“You’re so wet.” He breathes out.

I was, incredibly so. And it was slightly embarrassing. I’d never been this wet before, not even for myself.

His lips come down pressing a soft kiss just below my ear. “Is this, okay?” He asks, his breath tickling my ear.

I can’t get my words out, so I nod frantically .

He moves his fingers faster, and I could feel my clit swelling from his touch.

And I swear I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.

Bum, bum…bum, bum…

He continues peppering kisses against my neck as he trails his middle finger down to my soaking wet slit, applying pressure to the opening. Holy fuck . Trailing his finger back up to my clit, he circles it a few more times before trailing it back down to my slit again.

“How about that?” He asks, the tip of his fingers breeching into my pussy. “Does that feel good?”

“Y-yes.” I stammer.

“What about this?” Pinching my clit, my back arches off the bed.

“Feels so good, Greyson.”

“How about this?” His middle finger plunges into my opening, making me gasp.

“ Fuck .” I moan, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.

Another finger slips in, but I couldn’t open my eyes. It feels so good. Too fucking good.

I don’t know how to explain this, but with him being left-handed, I feel like I’m experiencing something I never have before.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans in my ear. “You’re so tight.”

I realized then that he’d never been inside a girl before, and for some odd reason, that made me wetter.

I’m the first.

But I know that deep down, I won’t be the last. And that makes my stomach flip slightly. The realization that others would be after me made a bittersweet feeling settle in my chest. But I knew this wasn’t forever, we weren’t forever.

So why do I feel this way?

Although we had no time limit, I knew that eventually, this— us —would come to an end. Fuck! I don’t even want to think about that right now. So, I push those thoughts away and choose to be in the moment, because this is what it is. This is now. And I’m going to fucking enjoy it while I can.

His fingers continue pumping in and out of me as his thumb circles my clit, and it’s nothing but euphoria. My eyes open, and I chose the wrong moment to look at him because the intense look in his eyes—the lust pooling in them—makes me clench hard against his fingers.

I could feel my orgasm building up, and it took me by surprise. Had he really…oh Lord . Not only had he memorized the notes, but he’d memorized them.

“Curl them.” I whisper breathlessly, in a moan.

“Huh?”

“Your fingers,” I gasp in a shallow breath. “Curl them inside me.”

He does exactly that and hits the jackpot.

“Oh, fuck.” Moaning, my head tilts back against the pillow.

Has he ever imagined what it felt like to be inside a girl before? To be inside me? To feel how much pleasure he gave her… Gave Me?

“I can feel you clenching around me, baby,” he nips at my neck. “You like this, huh?”

“Yes!” I cry, grinding my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. “ So, so, so much! ”

“How badly do you want to come?” He whispers, thrusting his fingers faster .

“So badly.” I cry.

Please, please, please!

Pulling his fingers out until just the tips of them are inside, he looks me dead in the eye before plunging his fingers back in so deep his knuckles graze against my skin.

“Please, Greyson.” I’m a whimpering mess.

“Fuck!” He groans, smashing his lips to mine.

It’s a sloppy kiss, a desperate kiss. My body is in overdrive, and I’m moaning into the kiss as his fingers continue fucking me.

And then it happens.

My body erupts into a wave of euphoria.

It's a feeling I’ve never experienced before, it's almost like I'm floating on a cloud and having an out-of-body experience. I can feel it, oh fuck , I can feel it. It’s like every nerve in my body is dancing, jolting my body. And I fucking love it.

Not to be dramatic or anything, but I could cry.

Greyson has done what Kyle couldn’t, he made me come. And come fucking hard. I’m gasping for air, like the orgasm ripped all the oxygen from my lungs.

How did he…

I don’t even recall breaking the kiss with him, but when my eyes open, I see him pushing his fingers that were previously in my pussy inside his mouth. And oh Lord, if that’s not the sexiest thing ever…

“The verdict is in,” he grins, releasing his fingers with a pop. “You do taste as sweet as you smell.”

Fuck me.