Reception
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“I want to explore you,” he whispered against her lips, and just the idea of it sent a shiver over her entire body.
“I would like that,” she whispered back.
“I've never been with a woman,” he said, kissing his way down her neck.
“I know,” she sighed, raking her fingers though her hair as his lips wandered down her cleavage.
“I may not be very good at any of this.”
“So far, so really fucking good, Sanders.”
“You would not lie to me about this.”
“No. No, I promise,” she panted, finally looking down at him. His brown hair was mussy and dishelved, tickling her as he kissed along the edge of her ribs. His hands were pressing down hard on the tops of her hips – everything he'd done had been heavy, she realized. Like he was trying to push her through the mattress. It was such a different sensation. She was used to his touches being light. Gentle hugs and delicate pats.
He's trying to feel me, all the way through.
Then those same hands were pulling down the zipper in the center of her shorts and she suddenly caught on to what exactly it was he wanted to explore.
Oh, what a good man. He will do so well in life.
“Remember,” he breathed against her skin while he peeled the shorts away from her body. She lifted her legs as he pulled the material free from her. “You promised to be honest about my abilities.”
“When have I ever – oh my fucking god.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head when she felt his lips against the center of her panties. He hadn't bothered taking them off, just moved his tongue through the lace, doubling the friction. She gasped and threw her head back, her shoulders lifting off the mattress.
“Is that a good exclamation, or a bad one?” he paused to ask.
“A very fucking good one,” she panted, waving her hand at him impatiently. “Don't stop.”
Her assumption must have been right – he had to have been practicing in his head. Or possibly on fruit. He went down on her like it was something he did for a living. Her hands flew above her head, scratching down the headboard, and she even surprised herself when she cried out his name.
“Oh my god, Sanders, where has this side of you been hiding!? God, right there,” she was having trouble catching her breath. “Please, please, please, it's so good, right there ...”
She'd forgotten her own name and what was going on and even who she was doing it with – all she knew was that she was on the verge of coming and it was all that mattered. She was trembling and shaking, one hand clawing through his hair, when he took it all away.
She choked when he pulled back. She felt his tongue sweeping a straight line up the center of her stomach, then he was hovering over her. She opened her eyes just as he kissed her again, his lips warm and damp as they slid across hers.
“You're a bad, bad, man,” she chuckled, then bit down on his bottom lip.
“Why?”
“Because you're a liar.”
“Pardon me, but I never lie.”
“Liar – you know exactly what you're doing to me.”
“That is a lie. I am guessing at every step. But thank you for the compliment.”
“You're very welcome. Now stop talking and fuck me.”
She hadn't meant to be vulgar with him, but it was just in her nature, and she was so turned on. She really hadn't expected it. She had imagined something sweet and sort of innocent. A bumbling virgin, fumbling around under the sheets with her. But so far, there wasn't much bumbling from him, at all. It seemed as though he really was exceptionally capable in everything he attempted. Her on-switch had been flipped and once that happened, there was very little that could be done to slow her down, and almost nothing that could stop her mouth.
Luckily, he didn't seem to notice her language, or just didn't mind. They both moved onto their knees, hands everywhere as they tried to get closer. One of his hands was fighting with the clasp in her bra while his other hand was inside the back of her underwear, pushing at the material and gently squeezing her ass.
She laughed when he let out a frustrated snort at her bra – there it finally was, a hint-o-bumbling – and she reached back and undid it herself. While she tossed it to the floor, he pushed her panties down her thighs at the same time as he kissed across her breasts. They both fell to the side, a tangle of arms and legs.
“This is the part I'm most nervous about,” he finally said while her feet pushed and shoved at his pants, forcing them awkwardly down his legs.
“Don't be nervous,” she said. “Tab A fits into Slot B almost every single time.”
“That is the easy part. It is the rest that I'm not sure about.”
“No one ever is, not until they've slept together a couple times. We'll figure it out together.”
He kicked his pants free of his legs and she wanted to look at him. Wanted to push him away so she could appraise him. But when he laid down on top of her, she remembered who this was about, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“I wanted ...” he started to ask, then stopped himself. She stared up at him and combed her fingers through his hair.
“What? What do you want?” she asked. He wasn't look at her, she realized. He was staring just over her shoulder, at the sheets.
“It feels awkward to be asking questions,” he explained. “I feel like there shouldn't be so much talking.”
“Are you serious? I never shut up in bed,” she laughed. “There's no rules, except the ones we make together. If I don't like something you're doing, I'll tell you, and vice versa, okay? So don't worry about it. Anything goes.”
“But I like rules,” he said simply. She groaned.
“Sanders, just let go. You don't have to be in control right now. What is it, are you embarrassed? Is it something kinky?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. He didn't say anything. “Do you want us to play a guessing game? Okay, what is it … do you want me to blow you?”
“No,” he replied, then paused. “At least, not right now.”
She smiled big.
“Ooohhh, we'll save that for later. Something else – want me to get on my hands and knees? Want to spank me? I'm a very open minded person, as I would think you'd know by now,” she teased, but it still didn't seem to help. “Stop worrying, Sanders. I like it when you tell me what to do. I like it when you say what you want, when you say what you're going to do to me. It turns me on.”
“I would like that,” she whispered back.
“I've never been with a woman,” he said, kissing his way down her neck.
“I know,” she sighed, raking her fingers though her hair as his lips wandered down her cleavage.
“I may not be very good at any of this.”
“So far, so really fucking good, Sanders.”
“You would not lie to me about this.”
“No. No, I promise,” she panted, finally looking down at him. His brown hair was mussy and dishelved, tickling her as he kissed along the edge of her ribs. His hands were pressing down hard on the tops of her hips – everything he'd done had been heavy, she realized. Like he was trying to push her through the mattress. It was such a different sensation. She was used to his touches being light. Gentle hugs and delicate pats.
He's trying to feel me, all the way through.
Then those same hands were pulling down the zipper in the center of her shorts and she suddenly caught on to what exactly it was he wanted to explore.
Oh, what a good man. He will do so well in life.
“Remember,” he breathed against her skin while he peeled the shorts away from her body. She lifted her legs as he pulled the material free from her. “You promised to be honest about my abilities.”
“When have I ever – oh my fucking god.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head when she felt his lips against the center of her panties. He hadn't bothered taking them off, just moved his tongue through the lace, doubling the friction. She gasped and threw her head back, her shoulders lifting off the mattress.
“Is that a good exclamation, or a bad one?” he paused to ask.
“A very fucking good one,” she panted, waving her hand at him impatiently. “Don't stop.”
Her assumption must have been right – he had to have been practicing in his head. Or possibly on fruit. He went down on her like it was something he did for a living. Her hands flew above her head, scratching down the headboard, and she even surprised herself when she cried out his name.
“Oh my god, Sanders, where has this side of you been hiding!? God, right there,” she was having trouble catching her breath. “Please, please, please, it's so good, right there ...”
She'd forgotten her own name and what was going on and even who she was doing it with – all she knew was that she was on the verge of coming and it was all that mattered. She was trembling and shaking, one hand clawing through his hair, when he took it all away.
She choked when he pulled back. She felt his tongue sweeping a straight line up the center of her stomach, then he was hovering over her. She opened her eyes just as he kissed her again, his lips warm and damp as they slid across hers.
“You're a bad, bad, man,” she chuckled, then bit down on his bottom lip.
“Why?”
“Because you're a liar.”
“Pardon me, but I never lie.”
“Liar – you know exactly what you're doing to me.”
“That is a lie. I am guessing at every step. But thank you for the compliment.”
“You're very welcome. Now stop talking and fuck me.”
She hadn't meant to be vulgar with him, but it was just in her nature, and she was so turned on. She really hadn't expected it. She had imagined something sweet and sort of innocent. A bumbling virgin, fumbling around under the sheets with her. But so far, there wasn't much bumbling from him, at all. It seemed as though he really was exceptionally capable in everything he attempted. Her on-switch had been flipped and once that happened, there was very little that could be done to slow her down, and almost nothing that could stop her mouth.
Luckily, he didn't seem to notice her language, or just didn't mind. They both moved onto their knees, hands everywhere as they tried to get closer. One of his hands was fighting with the clasp in her bra while his other hand was inside the back of her underwear, pushing at the material and gently squeezing her ass.
She laughed when he let out a frustrated snort at her bra – there it finally was, a hint-o-bumbling – and she reached back and undid it herself. While she tossed it to the floor, he pushed her panties down her thighs at the same time as he kissed across her breasts. They both fell to the side, a tangle of arms and legs.
“This is the part I'm most nervous about,” he finally said while her feet pushed and shoved at his pants, forcing them awkwardly down his legs.
“Don't be nervous,” she said. “Tab A fits into Slot B almost every single time.”
“That is the easy part. It is the rest that I'm not sure about.”
“No one ever is, not until they've slept together a couple times. We'll figure it out together.”
He kicked his pants free of his legs and she wanted to look at him. Wanted to push him away so she could appraise him. But when he laid down on top of her, she remembered who this was about, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“I wanted ...” he started to ask, then stopped himself. She stared up at him and combed her fingers through his hair.
“What? What do you want?” she asked. He wasn't look at her, she realized. He was staring just over her shoulder, at the sheets.
“It feels awkward to be asking questions,” he explained. “I feel like there shouldn't be so much talking.”
“Are you serious? I never shut up in bed,” she laughed. “There's no rules, except the ones we make together. If I don't like something you're doing, I'll tell you, and vice versa, okay? So don't worry about it. Anything goes.”
“But I like rules,” he said simply. She groaned.
“Sanders, just let go. You don't have to be in control right now. What is it, are you embarrassed? Is it something kinky?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. He didn't say anything. “Do you want us to play a guessing game? Okay, what is it … do you want me to blow you?”
“No,” he replied, then paused. “At least, not right now.”
She smiled big.
“Ooohhh, we'll save that for later. Something else – want me to get on my hands and knees? Want to spank me? I'm a very open minded person, as I would think you'd know by now,” she teased, but it still didn't seem to help. “Stop worrying, Sanders. I like it when you tell me what to do. I like it when you say what you want, when you say what you're going to do to me. It turns me on.”
