Page 46 of First Down Promise

“That it’s gonna hurt,” she says.

“We really don’t have to,” I repeat, and I brush her hair back from her face.

“I want the fun part of sex. I have to get past this.”

“Sex is fun. Especially with the same person. You can learn what the other likes and vice versa,” I add.

She props her head on her other hand while she continues fondling me. “See? That’s what I want.”

A grin plays on my lips. “It’s not that scary, is it?”

Her eyes light up like they do whenever she’s about to be playful. “I’m horrified,” she says in a lighthearted voice. I brush her hair from her temple.

“You’re going to be okay. Now, let’s get you naked and see what you think,” I murmur.

“In this lighting?”

By lighting, she means the lamps on the end tables on each side of the bed. I reach over to my end table and grasp my phone. Unlocking the screen with my fingerprint, I remotely dim the lamps to the lowest possible light setting.

“Better?” I ask. She responds with a slow nod. “Here, sit up.”

She does as told, and I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. As soon as the clasp is unfastened, it falls off her, revealing her perfectly round breasts. As a self-proclaimed boob guy, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for, and I can’t help but gently grab one and brush my thumb over her pink nipple. Her breast is soft and heavy in my palm, and I grab the other side too, giving it a gentle squeeze. She sighs, so I repeat the motion, trying to relax her.

Keeping my hands on her chest, I lean down and press my lips to hers. She welcomes the kiss, opening her mouth wider so I can slip my tongue inside. I brush my thumb over her nipple again, and her body shudders under me. My tip brushes against her lower abdomen and over her thong’s fabric. She doesn’t react to that as she lightly sucks on my tongue. I let my fingers trail down her stomach, past her belly button ring, and to where her legs meet. The cotton is damp now, indicating my plan to slow it down is paying off.

“Thong?” I rasp.

“You do it,” she offers, lying back against the pillows.

I move between her legs and gently pull the lace fabric from her skin. I toss it to the side with the rest of our clothes and kneel between her legs. I study her body in the dim light. Years of dance have kept her arms, stomach, and legs toned.

“Wow,” I whisper.

“What?”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I curl my arms under her legs and kiss the inside of her thigh, and she tangles her fingers in my shaggy hair. I trail gentle kisses up to her pussy, and she tenses up again. “Do you need another drink?” I ask and press a kiss to her inner thigh again.

“No, I want a clear mind,” she answers, staring at the ceiling again.

I decide not to say anything else and focus on her body. I press a kiss to her clit, and her back arches immediately. So, I do it again, making her giggle. I brush my index finger through her lips with barely any pressure, finding just how wet she is for me, but I’m not sure if it’s enough. I push my finger inside, and she gasps. I do have larger fingers, mostly proportionate with my height, but my dick is a lot bigger than my index finger.

As she gets used to it, I kiss her clit again and even lick it. That nearly sends her off the bed, so I ease my pressure again. Instead, I curl my finger inside her in a come here motion. I have no idea if I’m anywhere near her G-spot, but it’s worth a shot. After a moment, she relaxes gradually around my finger, enough that I might be able to try my cock now.

“Do you want me to try my…?” I trail off because saying cock out loud makes it weirdly too real.

“Yeah,” she answers.

“Did my finger feel good?” I ask, sitting up.

She looks away from me. “Yeah, after a second.”

“That’s exactly how this will be. It might be intense for a minute, but you’ll get used to it. Just like you did with my finger. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I reach past her toward my nightstand. “Just need a con—”

“I’m on the pill, just so you know,” she interrupts.