Free First Sinners by Kate Pearce

her bottom.
    “You’ll make me come.”
    “So?” she whispered and wiggled a bit more.
    “This is not the venue I would’ve chosen for our first lovemaking session.”
    “But it might be all we have. What if we don’t survive? This will be our first and our last opportunity.” Good lord, was she begging?
    “I’m sure we’ll be fine, Miss Pelly.” He groaned and his hips rocked back against hers. “If you’ll just stop doing that.”
    “But I like it.” She bit down on his lower lip. “It makes me feel nice.”
    “Nice?” His hand slid down over her bottom and rucked up her skirts. “I’m sure we can make it feel much better than that.” His long fingers slipped between her buttocks. “You’re wet for me.”
    “Yes.”
    He slid a finger inside her and thumbed her clit. “I want you to come.” He circled her swollen bud. “Do it now.”
    She gasped as he pinched her clit hard and she started to climax, his finger pumping in and out of her, prolonging the sensation and making her even wetter.
    “Damn, I want to be inside you,” he murmured, his teeth nibbling her ear, his other hand wrapped around her hips, making her ride his finger. “I don’t suppose you happen to have that sponge soaked in vinegar in your pocket, do you?”
    “No more than you have one of those French letters you spoke of.” Faith squeezed his finger hard. “Could you just pull out before you ejaculate?”
    “I could, but it’s not a fail-proof method by itself.” He added another finger and groaned in approval. “When are you due to bleed?”
    “What does that have to do with this?”
    “Everything.” He smiled at her, his eyes filled with lust. “When?”
    “In about two days, if you must know.”
    His smile became predatory. “Excellent, then, we can proceed.”
    She touched his cheek. “We can?”
    “If you want me.” For a moment his expression sobered. “Otherwise I can still give you pleasure, and I’m sure you can reciprocate.”
    “But I want you, I want to know how you’ll feel inside me, how I’ll feel, I—”
    He cut her off with a voracious kiss that went straight to her sex and made her grind herself against his covered cock.
    “Undo my breeches.”
    She sat back and stared at the enormous bulge of his cock that pressed against the supple buckskin. “Can I suck you first?”
    “Not this time. I want to be in you.”
    She reached for the buttons of his placket and slowly undid them. His shirt was damp with pre-cum and his cock huge. He sighed as she released him and ran her finger up his thick, hot, pulsing length. Without waiting for instructions, she rose onto her knees and, grasping his cock, rubbed it against her clit, back and forth letting the wetness spilling out from him swirl around her hot, needy bud.
    “That’s . . . good,” he muttered. “That’s damn good. Take me inside you, let me in.”
    She moved him lower, pressing the crown of his cock against her opening, marveling at how big he was and wondering if he would fit. To her surprise, he slid in the first inch quite easily and she widened her stance so she could watch. It was the most amazingly erotic thing she’d ever witnessed in her life. Far more powerful than any of the pictures that had so aroused her. Six inches at least of his shaft were still outside her body. She wanted them inside her.
    “Rock your hips.” He took hold of the base of his shaft below her fingers. “Take more.”
    She did as he suggested, and his cock started to disappear inside her. His fingers settled lightly on her clit, guiding her and teasing her to take him. Despite their previous lovemaking, he felt enormous inside her. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his shirt as his thick cock penetrated her completely. God, she felt full, as if . . .
    “Ride me now, please, ride me hard.”
    He gripped her hips, moving them in the motion he wanted until she suddenly understood, and then the pleasure increased