Page 42 of Protecting Maggie
She was so responsive. He wanted to play with her tits all night, but there was no way that was happening this time. He needed to be inside her too badly.
Reluctantly letting go of her nipple, he ran his hand down the small pooch of her belly to the neatly trimmed hair between her legs. “Spread for me,” he urged in a tone he didn’t recognize.
She immediately relaxed her thigh muscles and opened her legs wider. Preacher’s gaze was glued to her pussy. He wanted to move. To get between her legs and examine her more closely. To taste her. To run his tongue between her folds and watch her fall apart under the ministrations of his mouth and fingers.
But he was too impatient.
Thankfully, she seemed to be as well.
She moved one of her hands between her legs and began to stroke herself. Preacher’s gaze flew up to meet hers.
“I want you,” she told him boldly. “But I need to be wetter. It’s…been a while for me.”
He loved that she wasn’t afraid to say what she needed. He turned his attention back between her legs and watched as she pleasured herself, making mental notes about what she liked.
He placed his hand over her own as her finger began to move faster on her clit. When her hips began to undulate, he roughly pushed her hand out of the way and took over.
Once again, a surprised squeak left her lips, and Preacher could only grin at the sound.
“Yes…harder, Shawn. More!”
The little nubbin between her legs was hard under his thumb, and he eased his pinky into her body as far as it would go as he stroked her.
She was so damn hot. And wet. He could feel her slickness drench his pinky, and his dick throbbed with impatience.
“Oh!” Maggie exclaimed, as she lifted her ass off the mattress and seemed to freeze. Then she broke, shaking almost uncontrollably against him. Preacher had seen women orgasm before, but it was nothing like this. If Maggie hadn’t reached down to grab him, to hold him against her, he might’ve thought she was in pain.
She’d never know the gift she’d just given him.
Her hips lowered back to the bed and when she subtly flinched away from his touch on her clit, he got the message. Easing his hand farther down between her legs, it was Preacher’s turn to moan. She was soaked. He eased one finger inside her body, then two. He gently finger fucked her as she came down from her orgasm. Her juices coated his fingers and he pulled them out of her body and brought them to his cock.
He was hard as steel, and her juices combined with hisprecome was more than enough lubrication to make sure he didn’t hurt her when he entered.
Then he froze.Fuck.
“What? What’s wrong?” Maggie asked, obviously feeling him tense up.
“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted. This was his moment. His chance to lose his virginity with the woman of his dreams—and like an idiot, he didn’t have anything to protect her with.
“It’s okay,” she said.
“No, it’s not.”
“Shawn, you’re a virgin. And I haven’t had sex in over two years because I was in jail.”
“Pregnancy,” he reminded her.
He could see her cheeks turn pink. “It’s not the right time. And I know that sounds like a line, but it’s not.”
Preacher hesitated. He should stop this right now…
Maggie made the decision for them both when she reached down and took his cock in her hand.
He grunted and couldn’t stop himself from pushing into her grip. She smiled up at him.
“It’s all right, Shawn. I promise. Please. I need you. Iwantyou. I want to be your first.”
Moving without hesitation, Preacher settled between her legs, pushing them wider with his knees. Her folds were sparkling in the low light. He couldn’t resist touching her again, feeling how hot and wet she was.
