...im, still propped up on her knees. "Gimme your hands," she requested and he did so without question, taking both her small palms in his. Expelling a long breath, she lowered herself down wincing in pain when he met her barrier. Something flickered in his eyes and she knew he knew so she debated between running or pushing down to get it over with quickly. Freddie saved her from the decision, sitting up and guiding her hands to his shoulders as his took her waist.
"Just...take it slow," he advised, his breath hot against her chest, "There's no rush. Nice and slow."
Thinking back she was grateful for how he handled it. She was grateful for his nerdy maturity and his nubish sensitivity even if it did detract from the rough and ready atmosphere she seemed to crave.
"Don't be nice to me Nerd," she growled, "Don't you dare be nice."
"Don't worry," he replied, eyes trained on where they met, "Right after this part is over, you'll be wishing you never said that."
Desire shot down into her pussy and her hips involuntarily thrust downward, swallowing him whole in one swift and sharp movement. She cried out in pain, her fingernails digging into his shoulders leaving more tell tale marks that would be damned near impossible to explain to his mother later. She was hot, tight and wet, a delicious combination which nearly made him forget all the loving concern he was earlier consumed with and he fo...