“What?” she breathes.

“I’m just a man.”

“What does that mean?” she whispers.

“It means that if you put that on my dick, the next thing that will go on it is you.” She freezes for a moment, and I hear her breaths stutter from her.

But she starts to roll the condom down my shaft and when she gets to the base, I tug it a little lower. She’s being way too gentle with me.

“Come on,” I say quietly. “Come and ride me. Show me how you want it.”

She throws a leg over me and straddles my hips, and all her wet girly parts are touching my hard manly parts. She rocks, riding the ridge of me, until my dick is notched in the cleft where her clit hides.

“Reach between us and take me inside,” I say. My voice is so rough, I can barely understand it. But she hears me and she does. She places the head of my dick at her opening, and then she stops. “Everything all right?” I ask. I bite my lower lip to keep from screaming.

She doesn’t respond, but she starts to sink down on me. Her legs and arms are trembling, and I take her hips to help guide her. She’s hot, and she slides onto me like a tight-fitting velvet glove. “Shit,” I say. I wish I didn’t because she stops moving.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I say. “You’re f**king perfect. Keep going.”

She sinks down some more and says, “You’re in.”

God, yes, I am. “Yep,” I say. I grit my teeth to keep from coming.

“You’re inside me, Pete,” she says.

I feel a wet plop on my chest. “Are you crying?” I ask.

“Maybe,” she says. She’s very still.

“Are you hurting?” I ask. I run my hands up her naked thighs.

“No,” she says. “And I was so worried it would. I just…” She sniffles. “I just don’t want it to be over, Pete,” she says. “I want to stay like this forever.”

I chuckle at that, and my dick moves inside her. “Oh,” she says. She adjusts her body. I’m only about halfway in, but I wanted her to do this her own way. My dick pulses, and I lower her on me and arch my hips to push further into her at the same time. She cries out. “Oh!” she says.

I pull her down to me and kiss her so she’ll be quiet. My brothers are in the living room. “Shh,” I say. I arch my hips and f**k into her, and her tongue slides in my mouth. “Jesus,” I say when she lifts her head. Her legs are shaking, and she balances herself on my chest.

“Can you?” she asks.

“Can I what?” Can I stay like this forever? Nope. Because I’m going to come and leave her unsatisfied.

“Can you do it?” she asks, her voice hesitant.

I sit up and wrap my arm around her, and then roll her very slowly onto her back. Her legs lift to wrap around my hips. I push inside her, further than before but still not all the way in. “Oh, that’s nice,” she says.

I chuckle and bury my head in her neck. “Is this all right?” I whisper. I push in a little more and then pull back out. When I push back in I sink as far into her as I can go. She’s so tight that I can barely breathe.

“Yeah.” She whimpers when I tilt her bottom up and dig deep, taking everything she’ll give me.

I’m going to come, and she’s not. So I make some room between us, and my hand seeks out her heat, rubbing her clit. I take her nipple between my teeth and abrade it gently, and she starts to squirm beneath me. Her hips arch to meet my thrusts, and her cries are little noises by my ear. Her breath blows across my cheek, as moist and humid as her private place where I’m buried and f**king loving it.

Suddenly, she clutches my shoulders and stiffens beneath me. Her body quakes, and she starts to come. I rub her through it, and it’s so hard not to push her legs back toward her shoulders and power through my own orgasm. But I force myself to keep it slow and soft. She quakes in my arms. And it’s not until she’s loose and languid that I take my own pleasure. I wrap my arms under hers and bury my face against her and thrust once, twice, three times. And then I pour into her as I come. I feel like my balls are trying to come out through my toes, and she just wraps her arms around me and holds me close while I lose myself in her.

I brush her hair back from her face, and her body starts to quake under mine. Is she crying? Oh f**k. But then she snorts, and I realize she’s laughing. Almost hysterically. Her body shakes and rocks, and her tight depths grip my dick. I pull out of her, because I need to, not because I want to. My dick is so sensitive that I can barely stand the retreat.

She giggles, and I look down at her. Her eyes are dark in the dim light of the room, and they’re shiny. But not from tears. From happiness.

“How did I do?” I ask. I kiss her cheek quickly with little pecks. She giggles again.

“That was a practice test,” she says. “When can we do the final exam?”

I take a deep breath. “Any time you want, princess. I live to serve.”

She laughs again, and I have never, ever heard a more beautiful sound. Ever.

Reagan

I wake up to the feel of my bottom nestled in Pete’s lap, his hardness pressed against my butt. He rocks against me, and I come awake slowly. He pushes my hair from my nape, and his lips touch the sensitive place where my neck meets my shoulder. Strong fingers cup my breast, and he doesn’t move. He doesn’t inch toward my nipple, he just strokes his fingers lazily beneath the sensitive sweep of my boob.