*Ray

Ray had never imagined that Lokela's tongue would feel like magic on her Mary Jane. In fact, Mary Jane was busy changing her name to Princess Sparkles, and she would be rocking it on stage for the next couple of hours.

He hit a particularly sensitive spot and Ray jumped, kicking the air.

"Steady there," he whispered. His voice gave her the shivers. It was different than his normal one. Deeper, rougher, stronger. She would do whatever he said if he used that voice.

Her hips tilted to meet his face buried between her legs. When he started using a finger, she had to bite her lips not to shout. The thin walls in the house wouldn't block noise, plus the window was open. She moaned, but softly.

Dang. This was not going to be easy. She tried grabbing the sheets and twisting instead of yelling. Her thighs fell open further, as if her body was inviting Lokela to come closer.

Then it hit her. She really wanted him closer. His finger slid inside her, back and forth creating an incredible, soft friction, but she wanted more and she wanted it deeper inside her.

"Lokela," she whispered. She squirmed under his controlling arms, wishing he would come higher on top.

But he didn't answer. Instead, he must have used a second finger because the pressure on the sides of her Princess Sparkles increased. She bucked upwards.

"Yes," she moaned, forgetting for a minute the need for quiet.

He increased his speed, his hot tongue still doing terrible things to the rest of her. She fisted his hair and pulled, not hard, but enough to try and send a clear message. She was ready.

She was ready for him to f—

Something stirred inside her, like sparks lighting a fire. It consumed her. She cried out, shoving the sheet in her mouth as fast as she could to muffle the sound. What was happening? She bucked and writhed while Lokela held her down, his tongue still moving on her, and his fingers plunged deep in her sex. She tried to move back, but he held her firmly with his arms on her inner thighs. The orgasm slowed. She'd had orgasms before when she touched herself, but never like that. She was drenched in sweat.

He would think she was disgusting.

He licked his way up her belly and chest to prop himself above her, an arm on each side. She was hyper aware of his body between her legs, pressing them apart, and the masculine forms of his arms and chest. She ran her fingers across his collar bone.

"Ready for more, or would you prefer to stop there?" he asked softly.

"Stop there," she said. It didn't come out like the question she intended. His face fell for a split second, but then he swooped in to kiss up her neck to her ear. "I didn't mean stop there. I meant—"

She broke off as the erection in his shorts rubbed her Princess Sparkles. Her legs came up on their own to lock around his waist. She must have pulled him closer, because the rough cloth of his loose, cotton shorts was on her most hidden parts. It was a sensation completely different than his tongue, but the pressure made her ache for more.

She gasped. Her legs opened a little wider beneath him. He groaned in the bed.

"What did you mean, Ray, I need to know what you want," he said, pulling away slightly.

"I came here for my first time. I still want that."

To show him, she reached for the buttons on his shorts. He planted his knees and knelt, straddling her. She undid his pants and started to pull them down. Gulping, she realized they were stuck on the rather large bulge in the middle, though. She didn't want to hurt him on accident. She stopped tugging.

He shifted to the side and took them off, tossing them to the floor.

"Is that normal?" she asked. She hated to point. It was rude. "It seems large. I don't know if that's going to fit—"

"Ray, you are going to give me a heart-attack."

"Sorry."

"We can stop at any time," he said. "Come here."

On that second part, he used the voice. The voice that made her shiver, hot and cold, and want to do whatever he asked of her.

He rolled onto his back, beckoning for her to straddle him instead. From there, he reached into the drawer at his night stand and took out a condom package. He held it up to show her.

Ray nodded. His chest heaved, the fine mist of sweat on his skin lighting up gold in the pale light. His erection grazed her buttocks. She bit her lip nervously. It had seemed large, but she was no expert.

What's the average size for males...

He put the condom under the pillow, along with a tube of something she didn't see.

"That's not where it goes, you know," she said.

"I know. I'll put it on if and when we need it."

"But—"

"Ray," he said, cupping her nape to bring her lips to his, "you talk too much."

His lips crushed hers and his tongue moved in her mouth. With a start, she realized she could taste herself on him—slightly salty, a little earthy. She was the sea and the earth. A sense of power swept through her. He so obviously found her sexy, but there was more than that. He wasn't here for his own kicks. He'd worked too hard to give her an orgasm and make her feel safe to only be in this for a quick screw.

Her heart melted, and to match the feeling, she pressed her chest to his.

Lokela truly was her friend, as he'd promised, and he wasn't too concerned about the benefits part of the relationship so far.

His hips rose, grinding the lower part of his belly (where the V appeared when his shorts were riding too low. Yeah, she'd noticed the ripple of abs and that gorgeous V several times walking around the house or hanging out on the beach) into her Princess Sparkles. It set off a new round of fire-works. The heat spreading through her chest, and nether regions, was getting unbearable. He put her in charge, and definitely put her pleasure first, but he was far from indifferent. He wanted her.

The surge of power returned. She had it in her hands to give him the pleasure he'd given her first.

With his erection rubbing between her buttocks, more heat pooled between her legs. She arched back, leaning into it as shivers of excitement coursed along her nerves. The base of his erection hit the opening of her sex and she jolted. It would be so easy to inch upwards until the tip rubbed her opening and then—

They hadn't put the condom on, yet, was she out of her mind? Besides, would he even fit? He seemed big. At least, larger than average, which made him about ten times bigger than anything else she ever put in her Princess Sparkles. She knew her parts were stretchy in theory, but here and now, was this going to work?

"Ray, stop," Lokela said, hushing her. "We don't have to do anything if you're scared."

Well, that wasn't the least bit embarrassing. Apparently, she'd been talking out loud. How much had he actually heard?

"I'm not scared," she answered, trembling.

He laced his fingers in hers, arms bent at the elbows. She half sat up, facing him.

"The way you were talking made it sound like it."

"Then make me stop talking so I decide not to be scared." She ground her sex onto him.

At first, he inhaled sharply, flaring his nostrils. His hands tightened on hers. She reached behind to touch his erection. It was both velvety soft and rock hard. She caressed its length, exploring.

And trying to calculate the length and width. But it was pointless. She had neglected to research what the average size for males was. Then she noticed liquid drops were forming at the tip.

He groaned as she wiped them off.

She wanted to taste him, as he had tasted her. Eyes locked on his, she licked her fingers. His hands pulled from hers and he slammed them into the bed. It was his turn to fist the bedsheets.

"Hell," he whispered. "Do you want this? I have to hear you ask for it."

His voice was the rasping, half broken one from earlier. She swayed in its deep warmth. Yes, she wanted it.

"Whatever you decide is good," he said, "but I have to hear it." His knuckles were practically white.

"I want you," she said.

His expression contorted and she thought she said something wrong. About to apologize, he surprised her by twisted sideways to grab the condom package and tube from under the pillow. She lifted one knee to give him room, and in less time than it took for her to figure out what he was doing, he had the condom rolled on. He put a handful of gel on his erection over the condom.

She frowned.

"Trust me," he said, with a half grin.

"I do trust you," she said. "That's why I'm here."

There was beat of silence as they stared at each other, barely breathing.

"Come here." He guided her back to straddle his belly. Taking her hips, he moved her up.

Her opening grazed his tip. The gel was a cold shock, but as he lifted his hips a fraction to meet her, heat flooded her body. His erection was wide at her opening. How was she going to manage this? She rocked back and forth gently at his urging.

"Do I—"

"Take however much time you need, and if it hurts or you want to stop—"

"You talk too much, Lokela."

Her sex was slowly stretching to take him in. So slowly. It was exhilarating. She was finally doing it. She closed her eyes to concentrate on every sensation—the ten thousand butterflies coming to life in her core, flitting out in every direction. She bucked her hips deeper, then leaned forward to rest on her arms. The feelings changed. This was a better angle. It was softer. He stretched her wider and she spiraled her hips to take him in deeper. Heart pounding, she drove herself to his base.

He smiled. She smiled in return. And froze. There was more, right?

Between her knees, Lokela began to move. A heart-stopping sweetness welled up in her. She didn't know how else to describe the delicious friction going on. He filled her so completely, and now with each thrust, it felt like a jolt of sweetness straight to her heart.

"Hold on," he whispered.

She didn't have time to ask him what he meant. He flipped them both. She was on her back, and he took control. But it was all right. She was ready to give herself entirely to this moment. She nodded and he increased his speed. They moved together. She held onto him, he was her sea and earth. The ground she could trust to hold her up and the sea to knock her off her feet and carry her along in the waves.

"Ray, I can't," he gasped.

"You can," she whispered, and pulled him down for a kiss. His last thrust parted her legs further as he moved even deeper into her. Every muscle strained and he held his breath, his orgasm taking ahold.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he relaxed, pulling him down to her, needing that comfort and safety of his arms.

He instantly turned to lay down. Then, with a hand to the back of her head, he drew her to rest on his chest.

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