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“Is that my first lesson?”
He nods. “Lesson one. Communicate. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you don’t want and don’t like, too. Be vocal. Sex should be fun and pleasurable for both of us.”
“What’s lesson two?”
His brows rise as a hint of excitement passes through his eyes. “You’ll see.” He presses his lips to mine again. “How do you want it?” he asks against my mouth.
“What do you mean?” I ask, pushing on his chest a little so I can look at him while I get clarification.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” His lips move to my neck.
“Like…position?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah.”
“I, uh—I don’t…”
“When you pictured your first time, what did you see? Dude on top? You on top? Dude behind?” he asks.
My cheeks burn. “Oh, I guess, um, I guess I pictured the guy on top for the first time, but what will be the—uh…the easiest? Or like the least painful?”
“It shouldn’t be painful any of the ways, Ivy,” he murmurs, rasping my name. “But if it hurts, tell me. We’ll adjust.”
I can’t help but reach down to run my hand over the bulge in his pants. Holy hell, he’s hard. I had him in my mouth, but this is different. My mouth is one thing. My pussy is entirely another thing, and I’m suddenly terrified.
It’s like he can accurately read the situation because he reaches for my hand, and he presses it harder on his cock before he thrusts into my hand. “Do you see what you do to me? Do you see how hard I am for you?”
“Mm,” I murmur, not sure what else to say.
“I want you so fucking bad, Ivy. But if you’re not ready—”
“No, I’m ready. I’m so ready. I’m nervous, but please, I’m begging you. Please, Cash. Tonight. Right now.”
“Why are you nervous?” he asks, and he lets go of my hand where he’s pushing it against his cock but only so he can cup my pussy on the outside of my jeans. I’m so wet, so needy for him. I want this like I’ve never wanted anything before.
“It’s my first time, and you’re so…big. What if it doesn’t fit?”
His eyes are cloudy as he offers me a lazy smile. “It’ll fit, baby.”
“Then take me upstairs right now.”
His mouth slams down to mine as if my words have him losing all control, and if it weren't my first time, it feels like the sort of rushed lust that would have us both naked right here in the laundry room so he could fuck me up against the washing machine.
And maybe he will. Eventually.
But not tonight. Tonight is for slow and gentle. Tonight is for building a new bond between us.
Tonight is for losing my virginity.
Whatever happens between us, he’ll always be my first. This is a night I’ll always remember.
He’s the one against the door, but he still manages to take control. He urges my legs up by moving his hands behind my thighs, and I move my arms up to link around his neck and my legs around his hips.
He continues kissing me, but he starts moving through the house. He stops kissing me when he gets to the stairs, and he carries me up them and straight to his bedroom, where he sets me back down on my feet. He moves around the room quickly, and he pulls a few candles out of one of the nightstand drawers along with a lighter, a condom, a little hand towel, and a bottle of what I presume is lubricant.
I honestly don’t think I’ll need it with the way my body is already dripping for him.
He works quickly as he moves around the room, and I’m glued to my spot as I watch. He sets two candles on his nightstand and lights them, and he sets two more on the dresser next to where I’m standing. He flicks the lights off, pulls his phone out of his pocket, and presses play on some playlist that starts with a very sexy song by The Weeknd. He pulls his hat off and sets it beside his phone on the dresser.
