Page 85 of Strictly Against Policy

“It’s inevitable, Jonathan. But I trust you,” I said, kissing his palm.

He pulled me into a quick kiss before I got on my knees and shifted away from the middle of the bed. I glanced at the items he pulled out of his bag and picked them up. Two condoms, as expected, and a water-based personal lubricant. Engrossed in these things, I popped open the lid of the lubricant bottle and accidentally poured too much into my palm. Unsure of where to put it, I took off my bra with one hand and slathered it across my chest and over my breasts. I played with my nipples, slipping and sliding over the sensitive buds with soft whines.

My boyfriend’s breath hitched. He pushed his shorts and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop as his sex twitched—erect, thick, and violently red. It was frustrated, pre-ejaculation budding at its tip as he pumped himself once.

“Have you ever used lube when you fuck yourself, thinking of me?” he asked.

I cupped my wet breasts and drew my thumbs over my nipples. “No,” I groaned. “But I like how wet it makes me feel.”

Jonathan smirked deviously. He pumped himself again, humming. “Why don’t you lay down over the towel and I’ll show you how wet you can get with it?”

My heart hammered in my chest as I lay down, and Jonathan climbed on. Despite my nervousness, an excited smile danced on my lips. It grew wider with the arch of Jonathan’s brows. His lips soon mirrored mine.

“Someone looks excited,” he said, ripping one of the condoms open.

I quickly sat up as he pulled out the condom. “Let me,” I said, grabbing it from his hand. We shared a wide grin. “I want to put it on you.”

I swallowed thickly when I rolled the condom down with shaky fingers. Jonathan reached out to help me pump it in place. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant and squeezed it into my waiting hands. We breathed heavily together in tandem with the slick of my hands over his shaft.

“Lay back,” Jonathan groaned with a final pump from me. “Let me get you ready for me.”

I tried to calm my racing heart down with deep breaths. Although my strong heartbeat reminded me I was alive and well, I wanted to hear Jonathan, his unsteady breaths, the way his lubricant-drenched fingers squelched when he entered me, and his rough groans.

I wanted to hear every sound he made as he fucked me.

“Jonathan,” I breathed as he dipped more lubricant into me.

“You’re already so wet,” he whispered, fingering my vaginal opening. “But I want to do my best not to hurt you.”

We shared a smile as I reached out and pumped him a few times. “I’ve had practice with your thick fingers. I’m sure I can handle your well-endowed dick, too.” I let go and leaned back, drawing my fingers over my clitoris and down to my vaginal entrance. “I’m ready for you, Professor Lo.”

“I’m well aware, Miss Lee.” He laughed, leaning over to give me a peck on the lips. “Let me know when it’s too much and I’ll stop.”

I kissed his cupid’s bow. “Yes, sir.”

He pulled away and settled himself between my legs, dragging his tip over my aching clitoris and pleading sex. Without another wasted second, he slipped in an inch. A thunderous groan rattled the walls of my bedroom, and I didn’t realize it was me until Jonathan’s brows knitted. Worry tugged at the seams of his mouth.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked at once.

I stopped him as soon as he started pulling out of me. “No,” I replied. Fire seared across my skin. I raked my nails across his hard and wondrous back muscles. “Give me more, Jonathan. I want more.”

He glided in another tiny fraction of himself until I shook. Our breaths grew ragged as my walls adjusted around him. His chest heaved with a shaky breath as his eyes flicked to where we were connected as one. He started rolling his hips into mine, gently, and it was evident just how much I wanted this. Wet sounds resounded from my sex with each gentle thrust.

“Does it hurt?” asked Jonathan. His brows knitted together again.

“Not much,” I breathed, smiling. I placed one of my hands over the one he had over my hips. “But I’m excited for this so it doesn’t matter if I’m in a bit of pain.”

Jonathan’s hard expression softened at my touch. He stopped and leaned over to plant kisses all over my lips and jaw. “Fuck, you’re so damn cute.”

I laughed as he pulled away with a wide grin on his face. Both his hands held my hips tenderly as he thrust into me carefully again. Our moans hitched together when he worked his hips and shaft up in the right angle.

“Like that?” he asked.

I nodded shakily. “Do you like it, too?”

He hummed. “Yeah.”

“How do I feel to you?”