one appraising glance at me before picking me up and pushing me against an appliance.
Someone could’ve walked in at any time and gazed upon our naked bodies and I wouldn’t have known it. I wouldn’t have cared. Somehow, that possibility made everything have even more of an edge, made us being together even hotter.
Sebastian kept kissing me as he inched one finger inside of me, then two. I was no virgin, and yet he seemed to know exactly what I wanted, exactly what felt good, more so than any other guy I’d ever been with. I’d been under that impression at his office, when we’d been kissing, that he understood what women wanted. I didn’t care that it probably meant he’d been with loads of women. I didn’t care about anything right now—except for that mouth on mine, those fingers inside of me.
Maybe I only got that impression because I was so attracted to him. Attracted physically, yes, and something more.
“More,” I told him, and he obliged, removing his fingers from me and readjusting his grip, trying to get us comfortable against the equipment before he gave up, kicked our clothes together on a pile on the floor and laid me down on top of it.
“You’re going to ruin your clothes,” I remarked, only barely aware that we were going to ruin my hair, grinding the back of my head into the dirt floor.
“Shut up.”
I opened my mouth to retort and gasped as Sebastian took that opportunity to enter me fully, my body already slicked and prepared by his fingers, eager for him, accepting. I arched my back completely off the ground at that entrance—a grand entrance—and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was muscular, a lean swimmer’s body, maybe. I ran my hands down those ropy muscles as he waited for me to adjust, his arms shaking with the effort to hold himself off of me, to hold himself back.
I used my thighs and ass to pull back, then thrust upward almost aggressively. That move took him off guard—that I was more than capable of initiating sex, that I was eager for it, that I wouldn’t break if he was a little rough with me. I liked things a little rough. It was more exciting that way.
My first time had been with an acquaintance in college, and I couldn’t say that our coupling was incredible probably because we didn’t have particularly deep feelings for each other. It had been comforting, perhaps, and validating when he came, but I hadn’t come, puzzled that I liked him well enough to have sex with him but not well enough to fully enjoy myself. I had been convinced that his failing had been mine, that I hadn’t come because I hadn’t liked him well enough to do so.
There had been more guys since then, but nothing like the fire made by the man between my thighs right now. His eyes practically smoldered at me—I wouldn’t have been surprised if I’d burst into flames right there and then. My inner muscles clamped down on him automatically, wanting more of him than perhaps he was willing to give.
He grinned at me, those dimples deepening his cheeks, and thrust forward—hard. I sucked in another gasp of oxygen, caught off guard by his sudden strength, the two of us gauging how the other would react, just what we could get away with on this dirt floor, feeling out an initial encounter.
It was strange. I usually felt so vulnerable when I was naked with a man, but something about Sebastian made me feel strong, empowered, inquisitive. I clawed one hand and raked it down his back just to see how he’d react, and I was rewarded with him thrusting forward again, even more powerfully than before. On the next thrust, I was ready to meet him, rocking forward and taking his breath away.
“Don’t look so surprised,” I told him, even though it was hard to speak without moaning. Something in me didn’t want him to know just how turned on I was, how much I was loving this. Maybe it was my secretive nature. Maybe I just wanted to keep surprising him.
“I don’t know what to be,” he
Someone could’ve walked in at any time and gazed upon our naked bodies and I wouldn’t have known it. I wouldn’t have cared. Somehow, that possibility made everything have even more of an edge, made us being together even hotter.
Sebastian kept kissing me as he inched one finger inside of me, then two. I was no virgin, and yet he seemed to know exactly what I wanted, exactly what felt good, more so than any other guy I’d ever been with. I’d been under that impression at his office, when we’d been kissing, that he understood what women wanted. I didn’t care that it probably meant he’d been with loads of women. I didn’t care about anything right now—except for that mouth on mine, those fingers inside of me.
Maybe I only got that impression because I was so attracted to him. Attracted physically, yes, and something more.
“More,” I told him, and he obliged, removing his fingers from me and readjusting his grip, trying to get us comfortable against the equipment before he gave up, kicked our clothes together on a pile on the floor and laid me down on top of it.
“You’re going to ruin your clothes,” I remarked, only barely aware that we were going to ruin my hair, grinding the back of my head into the dirt floor.
“Shut up.”
I opened my mouth to retort and gasped as Sebastian took that opportunity to enter me fully, my body already slicked and prepared by his fingers, eager for him, accepting. I arched my back completely off the ground at that entrance—a grand entrance—and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was muscular, a lean swimmer’s body, maybe. I ran my hands down those ropy muscles as he waited for me to adjust, his arms shaking with the effort to hold himself off of me, to hold himself back.
I used my thighs and ass to pull back, then thrust upward almost aggressively. That move took him off guard—that I was more than capable of initiating sex, that I was eager for it, that I wouldn’t break if he was a little rough with me. I liked things a little rough. It was more exciting that way.
My first time had been with an acquaintance in college, and I couldn’t say that our coupling was incredible probably because we didn’t have particularly deep feelings for each other. It had been comforting, perhaps, and validating when he came, but I hadn’t come, puzzled that I liked him well enough to have sex with him but not well enough to fully enjoy myself. I had been convinced that his failing had been mine, that I hadn’t come because I hadn’t liked him well enough to do so.
There had been more guys since then, but nothing like the fire made by the man between my thighs right now. His eyes practically smoldered at me—I wouldn’t have been surprised if I’d burst into flames right there and then. My inner muscles clamped down on him automatically, wanting more of him than perhaps he was willing to give.
He grinned at me, those dimples deepening his cheeks, and thrust forward—hard. I sucked in another gasp of oxygen, caught off guard by his sudden strength, the two of us gauging how the other would react, just what we could get away with on this dirt floor, feeling out an initial encounter.
It was strange. I usually felt so vulnerable when I was naked with a man, but something about Sebastian made me feel strong, empowered, inquisitive. I clawed one hand and raked it down his back just to see how he’d react, and I was rewarded with him thrusting forward again, even more powerfully than before. On the next thrust, I was ready to meet him, rocking forward and taking his breath away.
“Don’t look so surprised,” I told him, even though it was hard to speak without moaning. Something in me didn’t want him to know just how turned on I was, how much I was loving this. Maybe it was my secretive nature. Maybe I just wanted to keep surprising him.
“I don’t know what to be,” he
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