Kent pushes his pants downward as he lays me down again on the blanket. I keep my eyes closed, but I can feel him moving his legs, kicking the pants off as he brings his body back to mine. Then, he lays the length of himself down on top of me and my eyes fly open as I feel the new sensation of his skin flush against mine.
As I feel feel…him. All of him, pressed against my hip.
I gasp a little, starting to tremble a bit at the newness of it all. He is…big. I can feel it. I mean, I never thought he’d be small – god damn it, I never thought about it at all – never really considered any of these sorts of things –
Oh my god, was I supposed to think about this? Was I ready -
“It’s all right, Fay,” Kent murmurs to me, running a slow hand down my side, across my ribs and my waist and my hip. I snap my eyes to his, wanting and needing his calm. Kent looks at me steadily, his face serious. “It’s all right.”
I nod, a little shaky, but trusting him. I am happy, for once, to let Kent take complete control here. And from that moment forward, he does.
We don’t move slowly, though, as I thought we might. Instead, Kent’s slow caresses of my body with his calloused hand, his mouth hot against my mouth, against my neck, my shoulders, my breast –
All of it makes me writhe beneath him, urging him onward with a fervor I didn’t know I had.
He doesn’t say a word, though, doesn’t acknowledge my racing pulse, my harsh breathing, my tugs against his body to bring him closer against me as he slides one of his broad hands between my legs and slowly, torturously, draws one finger down the length of me.
I shiver against his hand, making small gasping, desperate noises I didn’t know I had in me before –
Suddenly, I hear Kent curse and pull his hand away from me. I begin to sit up, surprised, disappointed, my eyelids heavy – wanting more –
But Kent presses me back against the blankets, laying his whole body on top of mine. I gasp a little at the feel of his skin against my own too-bare, too-raw flesh, every single one of my nerves brought to their edge by the feel of him – by what he was doing to me.
“I’m sorry, Fay,” I hear him murmur as he settles himself between my legs. “I should – but I can’t – fuck, Fay, I can’t wait any more –“
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