This thing between me and Cassia, it won’t last. It’s lust. She and I are about to head in two very different directions, and we both know it. We’re satiating curiosity that’s been there since puberty before the opportunity is lost for good. I can’t lose sight of that.

But at the same time, I know it means something. To her, and to me. I can’t not acknowledge that.

I lower my hips, letting her feel all of me. Cassia gasps, her back arching. Her breasts are right in my face and I finally give into the temptation, swirling my tongue around one nipple and then gently sucking.

She swears loudly, her whole body jerking against me.

“Do you care, Cassia?”

“Do you?” she spits, turning my own question around on me again.

“If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t ask.”

There’s a pause. Then, “I care.”

The words are annoyed and rushed. But they’re all I was looking for. I push into the wet clench of her pussy, watching her react to the intrusion.

I let go of her hands so I can grip her hips with both hands, holding her in place so I can control the speed and the angle.

Cassia’s head falls back as her eyelashes flutter. Her teeth sink into her lower lip. I brush her clit with my thumb, worried she’s in pain. Her inner muscles tighten around me as I slide deeper.

For the first time, I’m worried how long I’ll last. I can’t distract myself from what’s happening between us, can’t focus on anything but her looking like every fantasy I’ve ever had. It’s too easy to get lost in the moment, to become fully consumed by her.

Cassia watches where we’re connected. It’s every intimacy I thought I’d shirk away from. I feel laid bare, every flaw and fear exposed, just from how she’s looking at me sliding inside her. I’m barely inside. She’s so tight, and I’m nervous to exert much more pressure.

“Can you kiss me?” she whispers.

In answer, I do exactly that. It’s messy and heated. Nips and sucks without any finesse or pattern, like a dance we’re making up as we go.

Cassia wraps her legs around my waist. I slide deeper, taking advantage of the way her body naturally opens. She stretches around me, her lips parting against mine.

“You okay?” I whisper.

“Uh-huh. It’s just…weird. It feels weird. Huge.”

Usually, girls commenting on the size of my dick is a nice ego boost. It’s what every guy wants to hear. But right now, I’m more concerned with the grimace in her expression. “Bad weird?”

She shifts under me. “I’m probably not going to come. Most girls don’t their first time. Just…move. You can, you know?”