Page 114 of Let's Kiss and Tell

His body is toned, with broad chest and shoulders, and a dusting of freckles over his skin. My lips move to his collarbone, kissing the part of him that’s unfamiliar and new to me. Then I reachfor the waist of his sweatpants and pull them down. An overwhelming display of Marsh is in front of me, and I take it in both of my hands.

“Lucy,” Marsh hisses. The way his eyes shut in pleasure is one of the most satisfying views. I continue palming him and Marsh gently grabs my arm. “I need to feel you.”

I look at him. “Did you bring a condom?”

“No.” He pauses. “I have a—”

“Right,” I say, remembering his vasectomy.

His eyes slice to mine. “I honestly wasn’t expecting this. Otherwise, I would’ve brought some.”

There’s something endearing about how this wasn’t calculated on his end. It wasn’t on mine either.

“Me too,” I tell him and then inch off the bed toward my overnight bag. “Hold on, I think I have one.”

When I return, I give Marsh another kiss. His hand moves across the back of my head while the other covers my ass and we fall into a deeper kiss. A kiss that feels so good, I could just do this all night. He takes the foil from my fingers and tears it open. Impatiently, I push him on his back and hover on top, straddling him. When I lower myself and feel him inside of me, an uncontrollable gasp comes out.

“You’re so big,” I cry. It’s not something I’m saying to stroke Marsh’s ego. Marsh fills me up entirely.

“We’ll go slow,” he says.

I let out a laugh as I stay still. “I don’t think I can move.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

I let my body relax. I take a breath and feel myself slowly start to expand and then everything begins to feeltoogood. Rolling my hips, my thighs, I then plant my hands on Marsh’s chest.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” Marsh breathes, and the way he saysbabysends a tingle throughout my body.

“How good does it feel?” I ask, needing to know.

“Like you were made for me.”

“More,” I moan.

“More?” Marsh grunts. “What do you want more of?”

“You,” I get out, not being able to form a full sentence.

I don’t have to tell Marsh twice because he then grips my waist and starts pumping. I start bouncing, screaming. I’m almost embarrassed by how good I’m letting him know it feels. I let out a yelp and fall on top of him, finding his mouth and pressing my breasts against his chest.

Marsh wraps his arms around me and continues pumping until I feel like I’m going to pass out in the best way possible.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he whispers in my ear, and chills go down my spine.

“Yes,” I manage to say. “How do you feel so good?”

“It’s all you.” He kisses me. “You have no fucking idea how good this feels for me, Lucy.”

“Don’t stop,” I say. “Don’t ever stop.”

“You’d have to kill me.”

My insides twist, and I just want more of Marsh. I want him deeper than anyone’s ever been inside of me. “Can we do something?” I whisper.

“Anything.” Marsh puts his hands on my thighs.

“Can you go on top?” I ask, almost embarrassed, but it’s what I want right now. “And just…hold me?”