Free That One Time by Marian Tee

growled.
    “Yes?”
    “I need to fuck you now.”
    She stiffened.
    He stiffened, too. That was not how he imagined she’d react to his words. Had they been too dirty? Was he being too fast? “Ayah?”
    “We can’t.”  
    She said it so miserably that he was mollified, not completely, but at least it was clear now she desired him as much as he did her. “Why can’t we?” He couldn’t help his voice from cooling, couldn’t stop himself from thinking that he had made a mistake and Ayah was just like his mother and most other women.  
    They were not to be trusted, and marriage for them was nothing but a tool—  
    “Because it was my last day yesterday, and I’m still spotting…and can we talk about something else now?” She was so embarrassed she pulled all her hair down to cover her face.
    He choked back a laugh even as amusement and relief poured through him, making Nic relax. “I get it now,” he said soothingly.
    But Ayah kept pulling her hair down, doing her best to turn herself into a yak.  
    He grinned. “I really get it, Ayah. I promise.”
    “But it’s so embarrassing! I know for other couples, it’s cool, but it’s my first time—” She felt him stiffen and tried to look at him through her hair-made mask. She asked worriedly, “What is it?”
    He had a tight-lipped look on his face as he bit out, “Nothing.”
    “But—”
    With a sigh, he admitted baldly, “When you told me it’s your first time—”
    “It is—”
    His cock strained harder against his pants, and Nic suppressed a groan. “—it just makes me want to fuck you more, lieverd.”
    “Oh.”
    He echoed her humorlessly, “Oh is right,” since he was going to get a big fat zero tonight with—
    Nic straightened up as Ayah scrambled off his lap. “Where are you—ah.” This time, he groaned and held his breath, his entire body tense as Ayah went down on her knees and reached for the buttons of his pants.
    She looked up at him and told him warningly, “I’ve never done this before, okay?”
    He told her warningly as well, “I don’t think I can go easy on you even after you’ve told me that.”
    She blinked at him. “That wasn’t the point.”
    He looked at her steadily. “It should have been. With how much I want you now, I’m going to fuck your mouth hard.”
    She gulped.
    He said gutturally, “Take out my cock now, Ayah.”
    It took her a while to move, the way Luuk was staring at her making her extra clumsy. When she had the buttons undone and the zipper pulled down, she rose up and slowly pulled his briefs away from his body.  
    “Oh!” His cock jerked out, taking her completely by surprise.  
    “Touch me.”
    She did so hesitantly at first, terrified of making the wrong move. Ayah peeked at his expression and was stunned when she saw Luuk’s eyes closed, a look of intense want on his face.  
    “Don’t stop,” he growled.
    Shivering involuntarily at his command, she looked down at his cock and this time, she was more certain with the way she held and stroked his cock. Gaining confidence from the way his body vibrated with sexual desire, Ayah gripped him more tightly as she quickened her strokes as well.
    He expelled his breath in a furious hiss. “That’s so good, Ayah.”
    His words thrilled her, his approval like an aphrodisiac that had her body up in flames. She couldn’t stop staring at him and his cock, her gaze moving back and forth between the two. She was fascinated with the way he seemed to react so strongly to her touch.
    “Ayah—”
    It was so beautiful to hear him saying her name, and even more beautiful to finally see him again and be with him when he said it.  
    She loved him. Oh, God, but she loved him since that one time and she had never stopped. With love bursting in her heart, Ayah felt it was only natural for her to lower her head and take his cock into her mouth.
    His hips stilled.  
    She sucked hard on his head.
    “Fuck.” His hands sank into her hair, tightening.