Page 23 of Exposing Colorado

She silences me with a commanding kiss, completely dominating my mouth, and fuck me—I kiss her back like a man starved. It's probably not even good for her since it's my first, but I meet her tongue with a moan, my cock aching as it strains against my zipper at the taste of her lips.

“Say it," she demands, breaking away to shove me onto her bed. Crawling into my lap, she grips my jaw roughly, wrenching my gaze to hers. "Tell me you want this.”

I swallow hard, my voice wrecked when I groan out, “I want you.”

“Fucking finally.” She helps me out of my hoodie but places her hands flat against my shoulders to hold me down when I try to move. “Nope. You don’t move unless I say so.”

God, I’ve never been so turned on, even when she undresses me slowly, placing kisses on my chest and stomach, leaving lipstick stains behind. My cock springs free the moment she yanks down my pants, already sticky and leaking.

"Aw, your dick is adorable in person," Salem chuckles, surprising the hell out of me when her tongue darts out to lick a hot stripe under my shaft.

"Fuck, I... Did you say adorable?"

With a grin, she envelops my entire length between her soft lips, taking me to the back of her throat. A choked groan rumbles out of me. I tangle my fingers in her hair on instinct, but she pops off with a glare to swat my hand away.

“I said don’t move until I let you, remember?”

“Can't help it. Holy shit, that felt so good.”

Does this count as my first blow job? Not that she did much blowing, but… my dick was in her mouth. So I'm counting it.

“If you think my mouth feels good,” she laughs, crawling up my body, “wait until you feel my pussy.”

My breath catches from the panic thudding in my chest as she reaches into her nightstand drawer. When she pulls out a condom, I swear my heart drops to the floor.

“Salem, wait.” I sit up quickly, curling my hands around her waist. “Can we… just stop for a second?”

She freezes in place. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. God, no.” I cup her face gently, trying to ease the confusion etched on her features. “You’re fucking perfect. That’s the problem.”

Her gray eyes narrow into slits. “Yeah, I’m gonna need more context with that comment.”

“I want this,” I blurt, desperately trying to ignore how close her body is to my throbbing dick. “I want you so bad it hurts sometimes. But I was raised with this belief, this… idea that sex is supposed to be something you save. For marriage.”

She blinks at me, stunned into silence. It makes me nervous.

“I know how that sounds,” I add quickly. “I know it’s old-fashioned. But it’s just... something I promised myself I’d do.” Promised my parents and God I'd do. “When it finally happens, it's supposed to mean something.”

Her hands are still braced on my chest as she seems to process those words, but at least she doesn’t pull away. She just watches me with an unreadable look in her eyes.

A long, weighted beat passes between us. Finally, she exhales and nods, dropping the condom back into the drawer. “Okay. We don't have to do this.”

“You’re not mad?”

Salem smiles, brushing a soft thumb over my cheek. “I’ve actually never had a guy tell me no before. It’s… weird. But kind of sweet.”

I blow out a shaky laugh and pull her into my arms, burying my face in the crook of her neck. She smells so fucking good, like cherries and chocolate cake. “I'm not saying we can't do, like… other things, but just not that. Not yet.”

“Other things, hm?” She grips my hair, forcing my attention to her. “What kind of other things, church boy?”

My ears grow hot as I swallow hard, my cock twitching at her breathy tone. “Um, what you did with your mouth was pretty fun.”

“Yeah? What else?” Her hand drops down her body, and my gaze follows, a groan leaving my throat when she circles her clit.

Oh, fuck. “I want to taste you. Make you feel good with my tongue.”

God, I want that pretty pussy on my face.