Her breathing evens out, and I can relax a little. I settle deeper into the pillow. But fifteen minutes later, I’m still lying there staring up into the darkness. Her nak*d body is less than half an inch from mine.
Her hand moves, and she gently extracts her fingers from mine. I let her because I kind of want her to think I’m asleep.
I hear a tiny exhale from her mouth and cut my eyes toward her without moving my head. She pushes the covers down below her br**sts, and I see her fingertips start to play around her chest. She traces circles around her n**ples, and then she gently pinches them. I hear her intake of breath, and if I wasn’t hard enough from just having her lying next to me, I am now.
Her hand slides down her belly, and I imagine she’s reaching into her curls. She’s probably all slick and wet and hot and needy. Her knees lift, and she begins to rub herself. Her breath hitches again. I really should tell her I’m not asleep, but I can’t. I don’t want to mess this up for her.
“Oh, Pete,” she breathes.
I can’t take anymore. I just can’t. “Reagan,” I say. My voice sounds like a cannon-shot in the darkness.
She freezes. “Pete,” she says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Her hand is still down between her legs. She stops moving it and brings it up to lie on her belly. “How embarrassing,” she whispers. And her voice cracks.
“Reagan, come here,” I say.
She leans up an elbow and says, “Where?”
“If it’s all right with you, I’m going to lie really still and you’re going to come over here with me.”
She hops up onto her knees and lays a hand on my chest. “Like this?” she says.
I take her hand in mine and lift it to my lips. “Reagan, I’m scared,” I admit.
“So am I,” she says.
“I want to be inside you so f**king bad it hurts,” I admit. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly.
Reagan’s fingertips hook in the waistband of my boxers, and I feel her lift them over my dick. I raise my h*ps so she can slide them down and off. Now I’m as nak*d as she is. “Can I?” she asks. “Can I try some things?”
“You can try anything you want,” I say. I lift my arms up so my palms are behind my head. If I touch her, I’m going to have to roll her over and slide inside her. And I know this needs to be done at her pace.
Her fingers wrap around my dick, and she groans. “I’m not sure this can fit inside me,” she warns.
“It’ll fit,” I say.
Reagan reaches across me, and I realize she’s reaching for a condom. I’m not ready for that yet, so I catch her while she’s on top of me with my hands around her waist. I lift her so that her br**sts are in my face, and I kiss her left nipple until it’s tight and reaching for my mouth. She whimpers and lets me, and then I move to the other breast. I give it the same lavish attention, and she quivers in my arms.
“Pete,” Reagan cries.
I dip my hand between her legs to see how wet she is. I can’t help it. She’s f**king soaked. She’s nearly dripping. “God, Reagan,” I say. I trail my finger across her clit.
I hear a condom wrapper as she tears it, and then I feel it press against the head of my dick. She wants to put it on me. Fuck yeah! But I grab her hand. “Reagan,” I warn.
“What?” she breathes.
“I’m just a man.”
“What does that mean?” she whispers.
“It means that if you put that on my dick, the next thing that will go on it is you.” She freezes for a moment, and I hear her breaths stutter from her.
But she starts to roll the condom down my shaft and when she gets to the base, I tug it a little lower. She’s being way too gentle with me.
“Come on,” I say quietly. “Come and ride me. Show me how you want it.”
She throws a leg over me and straddles my hips, and all her wet girly parts are touching my hard manly parts. She rocks, riding the ridge of me, until my dick is notched in the cleft where her cl*t hides.
“Reach between us and take me inside,” I say. My voice is so rough, I can barely understand it. But she hears me and she does. She places the head of my dick at her opening, and then she stops. “Everything all right?” I ask. I bite my lower lip to keep from screaming.
She doesn’t respond, but she starts to sink down on me. Her legs and arms are trembling, and I take her h*ps to help guide her. She’s hot, and she slides onto me like a tight-fitting velvet glove. “Shit,” I say. I wish I didn’t because she stops moving.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I say. “You’re f**king perfect. Keep going.”
She sinks down some more and says, “You’re in.”
God, yes, I am. “Yep,” I say. I grit my teeth to keep from coming.
“You’re inside me, Pete,” she says.
I feel a wet plop on my chest. “Are you crying?” I ask.
“Maybe,” she says. She’s very still.
“Are you hurting?” I ask. I run my hands up her nak*d thighs.
“No,” she says. “And I was so worried it would. I just…” She sniffles. “I just don’t want it to be over, Pete,” she says. “I want to stay like this forever.”
I chuckle at that, and my dick moves inside her. “Oh,” she says. She adjusts her body. I’m only about halfway in, but I wanted her to do this her own way. My dick pulses, and I lower her on me and arch my h*ps to push further into her at the same time. She cries out. “Oh!” she says.
I pull her down to me and kiss her so she’ll be quiet. My brothers are in the living room. “Shh,” I say. I arch my h*ps and f**k into her, and her tongue slides in my mouth. “Jesus,” I say when she lifts her head. Her legs are shaking, and she balances herself on my chest.
“Can you?” she asks.
“Can I what?” Can I stay like this forever? Nope. Because I’m going to come and leave her unsatisfied.
“Can you do it?” she asks, her voice hesitant.
I sit up and wrap my arm around her, and then roll her very slowly onto her back. Her legs lift to wrap around my hips. I push inside her, further than before but still not all the way in. “Oh, that’s nice,” she says.
I chuckle and bury my head in her neck. “Is this all right?” I whisper. I push in a little more and then pull back out. When I push back in I sink as far into her as I can go. She’s so tight that I can barely breathe.
“Yeah.” She whimpers when I tilt her bottom up and dig deep, taking everything she’ll give me.
I’m going to come, and she’s not. So I make some room between us, and my hand seeks out her heat, rubbing her clit. I take her nipple between my teeth and abrade it gently, and she starts to squirm beneath me. Her h*ps arch to meet my thrusts, and her cries are little noises by my ear. Her breath blows across my cheek, as moist and humid as her private place where I’m buried and f**king loving it.
Suddenly, she clutches my shoulders and stiffens beneath me. Her body quakes, and she starts to come. I rub her through it, and it’s so hard not to push her legs back toward her shoulders and power through my own orgasm. But I force myself to keep it slow and soft. She quakes in my arms. And it’s not until she’s loose and languid that I take my own pleasure. I wrap my arms under hers and bury my face against her and thrust once, twice, three times. And then I pour into her as I come. I feel like my balls are trying to come out through my toes, and she just wraps her arms around me and holds me close while I lose myself in her.
I brush her hair back from her face, and her body starts to quake under mine. Is she crying? Oh fuck. But then she snorts, and I realize she’s laughing. Almost hysterically. Her body shakes and rocks, and her tight depths grip my dick. I pull out of her, because I need to, not because I want to. My dick is so sensitive that I can barely stand the retreat.
She giggles, and I look down at her. Her eyes are dark in the dim light of the room, and they’re shiny. But not from tears. From happiness.
“How did I do?” I ask. I kiss her cheek quickly with little pecks. She giggles again.
“That was a practice test,” she says. “When can we do the final exam?”
I take a deep breath. “Any time you want, princess. I live to serve.”
She laughs again, and I have never, ever heard a more beautiful sound. Ever.
Reagan
I wake up to the feel of my bottom nestled in Pete’s lap, his hardness pressed against my butt. He rocks against me, and I come awake slowly. He pushes my hair from my nape, and his lips touch the sensitive place where my neck meets my shoulder. Strong fingers cup my breast, and he doesn’t move. He doesn’t inch toward my nipple, he just strokes his fingers lazily beneath the sensitive sweep of my boob.
“Pete,” I whisper.
“What?” he whispers back, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Are you trying to put the moves on me?” I ask.
He chuckles. “If you have to ask that, I’m doing a really bad job at it.” He rolls me to my back and throws my leg over his shoulder, and his breath is hot against my curls as he grins and says, “I’ll have to work harder.”
I gasp when he spreads me open with his thumbs and bends his head, his tongue lolling against my cl*t over and over. “I’ll have you trained before I know it,” I say. But I can barely get my breath. I reach a hand into his hair and hold him tightly, pushing him where I want him. He latches onto my cl*t just as he slides his finger inside me. He’s less careful with me today than he has been in the past. He seems less afraid to try something new with me, but he’s still gentle and slow. I know that he holds back for me, and I wonder how long he’ll feel the need to do that. Forever?
I’m not afraid of him or what he does to me, and I never have been. I grip the sheets in my hands and squeeze tightly as he crooks a finger inside me and reaches a spot I didn’t know existed. I cry out, and he gently and rhythmically sucks my cl*t in time with the movement of his fingers until I spiral out of control. I come so hard I can barely breathe, and he drinks in the power of it. I push his head back when I grow too sensitive, and he unlatches from my cl*t and licks across it. I tremble with aftershocks.
Pete wipes his face on my inner thigh and then crawls up my body. He reaches over me and grabs a condom and sheathes himself quickly. Just when I think he’ll settle between my legs, he doesn’t. He rolls my body over slowly, and slides a pillow beneath my hips. “This all right?” he asks. He puts his weight on my back, and his lips touch my shoulder again, just like he did a few minutes ago, and he gently bites down. “I need you,” he says.
I nod. “It’s all right,” I say. He sinks into me from behind. It’s one slow thrust until he’s fully seated inside me. “Are you sore?” he asks.
“A little,” I admit. There’s a little pinch, but I welcome it because Pete’s inside me again, and that’s right where I want him to be.