134.  Her First Time 

~ RIG ~

Holding onto myself, rubbing myself against her, I lifted my head to look at her, my breath harsh as I rocked against her and she stopped breathing whenever I passed over that tiny bundle of nerves, and she stopped breathing every time I passed over where we would join, and she stopped breathing every time I held the pressure at the peak of my roll in a parody of what I really wanted to do.

“Cara…” I groaned, dropping my face to nip at her neck again.

She whispered something that was supposed to be my name, I thought, but she was arching, pressing her breasts higher, begging for my attention there again—and so I gave it, humming with approval when she gave another whimper and shuddered as I passed over her again.

And then there was a frant