Calmly, Carefully, Completely(106)

“You can try anything you want,” I say. I lift my arms up so my palms are behind my head. If I touch her, I’m going to have to roll her over and slide inside her. And I know this needs to be done at her pace.

Her fingers wrap around my dick, and she groans. “I’m not sure this can fit inside me,” she warns.

“It’ll fit,” I say.

Reagan reaches across me, and I realize she’s reaching for a condom. I’m not ready for that yet, so I catch her while she’s on top of me with my hands around her waist. I lift her so that her breasts are in my face, and I kiss her left nipple until it’s tight and reaching for my mouth. She whimpers and lets me, and then I move to the other breast. I give it the same lavish attention, and she quivers in my arms.

“Pete,” Reagan cries.

I dip my hand between her legs to see how wet she is. I can’t help it. She’s f*cking soaked. She’s nearly dripping. “God, Reagan,” I say. I trail my finger across her clit.

I hear a condom wrapper as she tears it, and then I feel it press against the head of my dick. She wants to put it on me. Fuck yeah! But I grab her hand. “Reagan,” I warn.

“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*cking 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*ck 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.