"Now." I drop another octave. Fuck, I'm impatient. I need her coming around my fingers. I need her groaning my name. I need her so wracked with pleasure she can't see straight.
She answers with a heavy nod.
Bends. Reaches under her skirt. Pushes her panties to her knees.
Sh
e shudders as I drop to one knee and peel her panties to her ankles.
I help her out of them, one foot at a time, then I slide them into my back pocket.
Her voice is soft. Uncertain. "I've never done this before."
"I know."
"Any of it." She clutches at my t-shirt like it's a lifeline. "No one's touched me but me. And I've never touched anyone."
There goes my last coherent thought. Being the first guy inside her, the first to make her come—
Fuck.
"Trust me." I cup her cheek with my palm. "I've got you."
She nods.
"All you need to do is breathe."
"Just breathe?" Her thighs shake against my fingertips.
My hand goes to the hem of her skirt. I push it up an inch. Another. Another. Until it's as high as it can be without putting her on display.
Fuck, those soft thighs.
I need them wrapped around me.
I stroke her inner thigh until her eyelids flutter together. "Can you stay quiet?"
Her fingers dig into my t-shirt, pressing the cotton against my skin. "Yes. I... Please..."
"Look at me."
Her eyes glue to mine.
I've thought about her like this a thousand times. A million even.
But the real thing is so much fucking better.
I drag my fingertips higher.
Higher.
Higher.
She shakes against my skin.
Tugs at my t-shirt.
Pulls my body against hers.