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and they fell ungracefully onto the sheets. After getting themselves comfortable, Jack began to unbutton his shirt. He could see the desire in her eyes, the unconscious licking of her own lips in anticipation of his next move. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had looked at him with such unguarded emotions. His women were usually experienced, which was great for him, but they used coyness as a fetish rather than it being a personality trait.
    His large hand slowly slid up the hem of her black dress until it rested extremely close to her wet sex.
    Easy, Jack. You don’t want to scare her away, do you?
    He waited a little for Penelope to become more comfortable with the lack of personal space, despite his desperate need to be inside her. The slight changes in her expression were like turning the pages of a book. He pressed his lips against hers in an effort to distract her before sliding his hands around her lacy black underwear and slipping them down her thighs. She shuddered underneath him, and he enjoyed her response. He drank it all in.
    It was her first time. He was going to be her first. This was going to be the moment she would remember for the rest of her life, so he had to be sure to make it the most memorable night. The thought stroked his male ego and it was about to make his head explode.
    Both of them, actually.
    He immediately jumped out of bed and heard her whimper in protest.
    “Hold up, let me turn the light on,” he responded before lighting a small lamp beside the bed. He turned back to climb on the bed, and stopped. Penelope was trying to cover herself against the dim light. He chuckled. “Too late for modesty now, don’t you think?”
    * * *
    D espite the dimness of the lamplight, she was feeling a little uncomfortable. Darkness seemed to create an invisible cloak of confidence around her. Light made her vulnerable. Even a little light. Jack walked back to the bed and kissed Penelope, no doubt trying to settle what little nerves she had left. His hand finally reached for her sex and his finger slowly filled her wetness. She gasped against his lips, her breath caught in her throat. It was overwhelming, but she was too overcome with desire to worry about the embarrassing way she was huffing and puffing. No one had ever touched her this way before, let alone undressed her. She could feel his hard-on pushing against her leg.
    It must be uncomfortable to be trapped in denim , she thought, trying her best not to lose complete control, which was apparently a difficult task when there was someone massaging her clit and stroking her. Penelope hadn’t been too keen on Jack looking down there. It wasn’t exactly pretty to look at, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind it in the least.
    “God, you’re so wet,” he whispered in her ear.
    How many nights had she daydreamed about a moment like this? A man holding her in his arms and showing her how much she was desired, whispering sweet, dirty nothings in her ear. Jack fit the bill perfectly, and he was skillfully moving his fingers with confident strokes.
    In, out. In, out.
    He continued stroking her as his thumb focused on Penelope’s clit, making deliberate circles around it, teasing her senses with featherlike touches while his other hand squeezed her breast. It was driving her mad, and she couldn’t catch her breath long enough to tell him to touch her the way she wanted. Then, as if he’d read her thoughts, his fingers began to add the right amount of pressure. She couldn’t seem to stop the movement of her body, grinding against Jack’s hand as she cried out.
    “That’s it. Let it go, Penelope.” She could no longer contain her panting and couldn’t stop from writhing. His dick was hard against her leg. Almost immediately she felt her release, squeezing around his fingers and letting out a sultry moan.
    God.
    Before Penelope had a chance to catch her breath, Jack quickly got to work on her dress, pulling it up and over her head. Her