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And then it hits me...

“Madison?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you a virgin?”

She shakes her head.

My heart thumps faster, not from excitement, but from fear. I ask, even though I don’t know that I want the answer. “Did someone force—”

“No,” she cuts in quickly.

I exhale, relieved.

“I just...” she trails off and sits up, biting her lip. She runs a hand down my stomach, past my waist and skims the bulge in my pants. Her eyes lift to mine. Then she stands up and grabs my hand, helping me up. She leads me to her bedroom, closes the door behind her, and then moves to her nightstand and switches on the lamp. I sit on her bed, watching as she slips off her sweater. Then she stands in front of me, her legs between mine. I reach out, cup the back of her knees and pull her forward. She places her hands on my face, tilting my head up to look at her. “I want you too,” she says. “I’m just not ready to give you all of me. Not yet.”

I nod. I’ll take anything—as long as she’s mine.

She swallows loudly, pushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders. She lets the material slide down her arms, then her chest. I bite my fist, trying to contain my moan. “Fuck.” I groan when the fabric passes her tits, revealing her black lace bra. I lick my lips, adjusting myself at the same time. I think she’s about to stop—just leave it there to tease me. I don’t know how much more I can handle. But then her hands rise, thumbing the material around her waist...and then she pushes down, lower and lower.

Matching. Goddamn. Panties.

I can’t speak.

I can’t swallow.

I can’t fucking breathe.

“Is this...am I okay?” she asks, her hands at her sides.

I lean forward, wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. I kiss her stomach, just above her navel. She sways into me, her hands on my shoulders helping her balance. My mouth moves higher until it covers her breast, biting gently on her bra-covered nipple. “You’re fucking perfect, Maddy.”

“Ky.”

I reach up behind her, fingering the clasp of her bra and praying to everything holy she understands me.

She removes her hands from my shoulders and undoes the clasp but holds her arms to her chest, not letting her bra fall.

I’m desperate.

Too desperate.

Holding her tighter, I bite the cup of her bra and pull the material away. She moans before dropping her hands to her sides, letting the straps fall.

“Fuck,” I whisper, cupping both of her phenomenal bare tits in my hands. Her eyes close—she arches her back; pushing her breasts firmer against my palms. Removing one of my hands, I let my mouth replace it. Her fingers grip my hair; her hips slowly thrusting as I kiss her breasts, alternating from one to the other.

Licking, sucking, biting gently.

“Holy shit, Ky, you feel so fu—”

I grab her ass, cutting her off.

She yanks at my shirt, trying desperately to remove it. I pull back, just long enough to do it for her, and then I go back to my task. Heaven. She feels like fucking heaven—in my hands—on my face—in my mouth. My cock throbs, urging for a release. My hands move from her ass, around her hips to the front of her panties. My fingers dip between her thighs. I growl against her nipple, pulling back slightly so I can focus on the wetness I feel through the lace. I look up at her face, but her head’s tilted back, her eyes closed, her lower lip trembling with each exhale. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Maddy.”

Her eyes snap open and she looks down at me. Her tits are practically bouncing with the strength of her breaths. Her gaze drops to my crotch, where my hardness tents the denim.

“Off,” she orders.

I do as she asks.

Once I’ve kicked off my jeans, I look back up at her. She says, “All of it.”

I shake my head. “You first.”

She leans down, taking my bottom lip between her teeth. “Off,” she repeats, pushing her tongue against mine. Her hands flatten on my thighs, creeping higher, higher, higher until they land—

“Fuck, Madison.”

Her fingers circle my dick through my boxers, and she strokes me once.

“You keep going and I’m going to come before we get started.”

Her gaze lifts; she peers at me through her lashes before a slow, perfect smile pulls on her lips. She stands straighter. “Fine,” she whispers, her thumbs running along the waistband of her panties. “Me first, then.”

I cover my hard on—trying to control it somehow—while she makes a show of pushing her underwear down.

I’m panting now, unable to control my breathing.

She pushes further—just an inch. And then she stops, one hand reaching for the lamp.

My hand wraps around her wrist and I shake my head when her eyes meet mine. “No. I want to see you. All of you.”

Her throat bobs. “I…”

I sit up on the bed and move to the middle, pulling on her arm until she joins me. We sit on our knees, almost naked, watching each other, taking in every curve, every dip, every inch of exposed skin. Her fingers press against my stomach, but her eyes stay on mine. I lean down to kiss her waiting lips. The room fills with the sounds of our tongues lashing, of our mouths sucking, of our moans of pleasure. She moves her hand lower until it brushes against my cock, causing it twitch in her hand. Her mouth curls against mine as she tugs at my boxers, finally freeing my hardness. The warmth of her hand as it circles my length has me groaning. Her hand moves slowly, all the way up, and then all the way down. She runs her thumb across the tip. “Fuck.”

I move one hand down her neck, her chest, slowing for a moment to appreciate her perfect tits. Then I continue, lower again, past her stomach, only stopping when I feel the warmth of her sex against my palm. I use my other hand to push her panties down to her thighs, reveling in the feeling of her naked pussy in my hand. She moans again, squeezing me tighter. I run a finger between her slit until I find the source of her wetness. I press a finger into her. Her head falls back, and my mouth instinctively finds her nipple as I work a finger in and out.

Her hand on me moves faster, more determined. I’m so close to the edge but like she said—her first.

I try to ignore how she’s making feel and wrap my free hand around her back, holding her in place. Then I remove my finger, replace it with two, all the while my thumb circles her clit.

She thrusts against my hand. “Aah!”

While I make sure to give each breast equal attention, her hand works faster. “Fuck, Maddy,” I moan through gritted teeth.

“Ky, don’t ah...don’t...stop...so...ah!”

My tongue laps at her nipples, my fingers finding the same rhythm as her thrusts.

“Ky, I’m...”

I close my eyes, trying to hold off.

“Shit...ah...shit. Ky!”

She tightens around my fingers as her body shudders.

But her hand on me never stops.

Not once.

“Jesus shit!” she cries.

“Fuck babe!”

She comes around my fingers.

I come on her stomach.

She kisses me until every last drop’s expelled.

We stay silent; our chests rising and falling as we try to catch our breaths. My mouth’s too dry to speak. Luckily, she breaks the quiet. “That was...”

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