She nods, an edge of panic in the movement.
“Sugar.” I move forward, leaning over her sprawled body, the one I had my hands on in the middle of a stupid dance floor mere hours ago. I grasp her chin gently between my thumb and forefinger. “Any time you want to stop, we stop. You got that?”
“Oh my god. Please don’t stop.” The words come out on a sharp exhale. “Just ignore me. I’m having an out-of-body experience.”
“Bailey. I’m not ignoring you.”
She licks her lips. “You should.”
“Impossible. I’m memorizing you,” I reply softly before kissing her again and feeling her naked body bow up into mine as I settle down over her.
Her hands tangle in my hair before running over my shoulders, trailing down my spine. I lose track of how long we spend like this. My body draped over her. Her lips fused with mine. My fingers pinching her nipples. Her hips rocking desperately against mine.
I don’t stop her when she reaches for the waistband of my partially removed boxers. “These are driving me crazy,” she mumbles against my lips as she tugs at them frantically. “I want them off. I want to feel you.”
I pant against the crook of her neck as she leans up just far enough to shove them away. And then her hands are back on my cock, gripping me. Her touch is clumsy and unfettered. Warm and firm.
“Beau,” she moans my name and my hips flex toward her, into her grip. Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the backs of my calves. “More.”
She draws me close.
“Bailey … ” My swollen head bumps against her inner thigh. “Careful.”
I dig my teeth into her shoulder, wanting to leave another mark on her.
“I … ” She breathes that one syllable, and it’s so full of longing that I almost lose it. “I don’t want to be careful.”
I bite her neck. Her skin is hot, a match for mine as we slide against one another. It’s intoxicating. Her smell. Her feel. Her words.
We’re both impulsive right now.
I rear up above her, eyes catching on the red mark I left behind.
Her legs are splayed over my thighs. Pussy on full display. Pink and wet as her hands draw me closer.
“Bailey,” I grit out as she lines us up.
A pearl of pre-cum glistens at the tip of my cock. She fucking wipes it against herself, right through her wetness. Her eyes shut and her tits tilt up at that first contact.
“Bailey,” I say again, reaching forward to fist my base, pushing her hands away in the process. They end up on her tits, pinching, squeezing—that big diamond flashing at me like a warning light to slow the fuck down.
She’s mindless right now, for me.
And me? I’m mindless for her.
But she’s depending on me. Depending on me to take care of her. To not be too impulsive.
“Beau.” Her eyes flip open, searing me with the heat dancing in their depths. “I want it.”
“I know, baby. But we’re not rushing this.”
I swipe myself through her folds again, because I am a glutton for punishment. “I want to make it so good for you, Bailey.”
She squirms and moans. “It already is.”
“Not yet.” I barely rasp the words out, seeing the head of my cock come away all wet with her.
She whines, actually whines, and spreads her legs further. “When?”
Fist around my dick, I press it against her pussy again. “When I say so, Bailey. Didn’t I tell you this pussy is mine now?”
She moans in response.
And god, I’m so fucking weak. My hips defy me. They edge forward, and one inch of my cock disappears inside her.
We both freeze.
“Fuck.” I groan, feeling her pulse around me.
Her head rocks slowly from side to side on the pillow as she chants my name.
I’m standing at the edge of a cliff. One half of me says jump. The other says maybe grab a parachute first.
I pull out and press that same inch back in, watching her spread for me.
God. It would be so easy to just—
No. I don’t want to be careless with her. It’s not just her body. Her first time. It’s her heart.
It’s my heart. It’s my hang-up on faking it. It’s my control in question.
Which is why I pull out and reach for the toy that’s lying forgotten on the mattress beside us.
I replace myself with it and watch her writhe.
“Fuck!” she cries out as I work it into her.
It’s not as large as I am, but she still shakes when I push it all the way in.
My fist is painfully tight around my girth, like I can somehow cut the blood flow off and keep myself together by squeezing tighter.
“Bailey, baby, use your hands. Show me what you do.”
Eyes on me, she trails her hands down her torso until she’s holding the silicon base.
She presses somewhere, and the thing hums and vibrates. Wetness leaks out from where her body grips the skin-toned toy as she cries out instantly.
“You like that?”
She nods in response, and I use my free hand to graze a finger over her lips, stretched tight around the vibrator.
“You look so fucking pretty like this.” I wrap my hand around my cock and pump once, and she moves in time with me, easing the toy out and back in.
It’s the worst tease in the world, watching her fuck herself and wishing it were me. My body aches with it. Low on my back. Behind my hip bones.
“What do you think about while you do it?”
“You.” Fuck. She doesn’t even hesitate. Lips parted, both hands working between her legs.
I swipe a thumb over her clit. Her legs shake, and she moves the toy in a more even tempo.
“You pretending I’m fucking you right now, Bailey?” I can’t look away. We’re a jumble of limbs and wetness.
“Yes,” she whispers and licks her lips.
I keep at her clit, palm sliding over my dick as I imagine what it will be like to fuck her how I want to. Rough and messy. Claiming her.
“I don’t know, Bailey. I’m bigger than that toy. You think this tight little cunt can take me?”
She gasps as she shoves the toy in harder. “Yes, Beau. Fuck. Give it to me.”
“Give what to you?” Our words are choppy. Breathless. So is every movement. Every muscle and tendon strung up tight. Everything about this moment is ready to snap and crumble down around us.
“Your c-cock,” she stutters slightly, doing her best to keep up.
I don’t miss the deep blush on her cheeks. Listening to her say things she probably never has makes me harder. I’m the lucky fucker who gets to hear her try them all out.
“What about my cum, Bailey? Would you settle for that tonight?”
A strangled groan catches in her throat as she shuts her eyes for a beat. Then her lashes lift lazily, and she takes a quick bite on her full bottom lip before she says, “Yes, sir.”
That’s all it takes. I blow.
One hard jerk and I’m coming, hand now braced on her inner thigh, spreading her open. The first rope lands on her toy, the one she doesn’t stop fucking herself with even as I mark her. The next on her clit, dripping down onto her lips.
She works my cum into her pussy with the vibrator. And I watch her do it.
“Oh god,” I groan, losing it over how fucking good she looks. Another rope hits the freshly trimmed triangle, the next her hand.
She doesn’t stop thrusting her toy. She watches, lips parted, legs shaking against mine, as I make a mess of her in the basest way possible.
She’s hot and pink and trembling. All it takes is me wiping the slick of my cum off her hand and pressing it against her hard clit, rubbing it in one firm circle, for her to fall apart right before my eyes.
Bailey screams my name as her head falls back, exposing the elegant column of her throat.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she repeats. Her body goes impossibly taut, then impossibly slack.
She tosses the toy away before slinging an arm over her face, but otherwise doesn’t move to cover herself.
I press her clit once more before my hands explore more of her exquisite body. Palms over her inner thighs. Her stomach. I shape her waist. Gently cup her breasts. Then kiss each one.