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I instinctively push my center against him, a hunger rising for more…something. With the press of my body, I feel that he’s hard. It’s the first time I’ve been in the position to cause such a reaction from a guy, with my limited experience.
I shove the realization down, willing myself not to think too much about anything right now. Then I push against him again, and an “oh” escapes my mouth.
“Feel good?” His voice sounds gruff. He’s no longer showing any signs of hesitation. Instead, with our kiss broken, he leans down to the right side of my face, and—oh my god—nips my ear.
“Such a beautiful, delicate little thing,” he whispers as he takes two more nips. “Just like you.” He then gives my earlobe a suck before mirroring the action right below on my neck.
In response, I intensify the rocking of my hips against him. Lost to the feel of his mouth and body, completely out of my head now, chasing my own need.
“That’s right, Grace, use me.” He sounds as amped up as I am, but his voice has a slight tease as he speaks his next words softly in my ear. “Idareyou to come.”
It would be the first time that I come with a guy. Another new experience.
And I do, within two minutes, feeling so overwhelmed by our contact that I’m able to relax and truly let go. The waves of pleasure that cascade down my body last a lot longer than when I give myself an orgasm.Noted.
He’s still gripping the back of my jeans, holding me against him, as my awareness comes back. “Ahhhh, oh shit,” I hear him shout as his own body jerks up a few times, his fingers pressing firmly into me.
Once he stops the movement, I peer down at the front of his athletic shorts and there’s a telltale wetness.
I madehimcome. Whoa.
When I tilt my view back up to his face, he doesn’t look embarrassed. Instead, a grin flashes when he sees me looking. “That was so fucking hot.”
I blush a little at the compliment. “Thank you.”
His hands come up to my cheeks, and he gives me a light kisson the forehead. “Let me get up and clean myself off.” He then shifts his hands back to my hips, gently rolling me off of him to the next couch cushion over.
Standing up, he walks to his bedroom and disappears for a moment. When he emerges, he’s got a different pair of shorts on and a clean shirt in his hand.
Those abs.Wow. He’s a lean kind of strong, which I guess makes sense for a quarterback. As an athlete myself, I can appreciate what it takes to get all those cuts.
“Good as new,” he jokes, and he puts on the shirt as he walks back to the couch and sits beside me.
I smile in response, but I’m now firmly lost in my own thoughts. This was exactly what I’d had in mind for my spring break outing. Plus, I checked off a few new experiences.
One big first left.
“What?” he asks. Oh shoot, did I say that out loud? “What big first do you mean?”
The good girl Grace—the shy Grace, the perfect Princeton Grace—having been shuffled off for the evening, I answer him honestly.
“I’ve never had sex.”
His whole body freezes, and he looks intently at me with a hint of surprise.
“You’re a virgin?”
I give a small nod.
He sits up, his palms tensely pushing against the couch cushion he’s seated on.
Oh no, is he freaking out? I shouldn’t have told him.
He studies me for a moment. After a beat, I see an apology in his eyes.
I don’twantan apology. Not for tonight.
“I’m sorry, Grace. I should never have let this happen.” There’s a formality in his tone I don’t recognize. “You’re amazing, but I?—“
