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"I want you." She turned to her side, facing him. "All of you."

She put her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He growled. One day, he wouldn't laugh. He'd learn that she was serious.

His cock beat harder in her hand. She wanted to look at him, inspect every inch, and discover how he was built.

"One thing at a time or you're going to kill me." He held her head in his hands. "I'll show you everything."

He turned, stretching, and opened the nightstand drawer. She propped her head up on her elbow, sneaking peeks at his cock. It was longer and harder than she imagined. His ball sack was tight and firm, and then the skin relaxed, letting them rollbefore constricting again.

He rolled back around and held up the condom. "Do you know how to—"

"Everyone does." She laughed, wanting to get her hands on him and find out all his secrets. "They show us in school on a banana."

She snatched the protection from him and opened the package. Inspecting the condom, she sat up on the bed and held the protection above his cock as if it as a dog that would jump through a hoop.

"Roll it on."

"I will." She eyed the spot of come from the tip of his cock.

He was big, hard, and the thing had a life of its own, bobbing and jumping away from his body. She couldn't resist herself and used her fingertip to catch the juice of his arousal and lick it off her finger.

Dio groaned. She lifted her brow, daring him to say a word.

He let his head fall back to the bed. She put the condom on the engorged head, and using both hands, rolled it down his length. The material was almost translucent on him.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

She laid back down and snuggled against the front of him. "You won't. I want this."

He put his finger on her mouth. "Open."

She parted her lips. He stuck two fingers in her mouth.

"Suck 'em and get 'em wet for me." He gazed into her eyes.

She rolled her tongue around his fingers, drawing them deeper into his mouth. Her stomachfluttered. There was something highly arousing doing these things with him that she hadn't thought of before.

He slipped his fingers out of her mouth and cupped her mound, sliding those fingers between the lips of her pussy.

He grunted. "You're already wet."

"Do you like that?" There were so many things about him she had yet to find out.

Being intimate with him opened a whole new world to her. She wanted to learn everything.

He pressed his forehead against her forehead. "Yeah, princess. I like that."

He kissed her, distracting her from what was happening between her legs. The rubbing made her move. She grabbed his bicep, squeezing the muscle.

The sloppy sounds filling the quiet of the room came from her. Her mouth. Her pussy.

It was hard to stay still when his touch made her inner thighs clench. His fingers were much better than her fingers. He seemed to know what she needed more than she knew herself.

He pressed a finger against the opening of her vagina. She gasped, breaking the kiss.

"I'll go slow," he said.

"No." She arched her back. "I like that."