28 - Shawn

"More!" Felicity screams as she grips my shoulders and moves her hips against the fingers I have inside her. "Harder! Deeper!"

I grin as I look at her flushed face, at the tears clinging to her long lashes, at the swollen, parted lips that her strained voice is spilling out from.

To think that when we first started, she was trying so hard to be quiet. She was embarrassed and trying to hide it. She was a virgin, yearning for pleasure but not knowing how to ask for it.

Ashamed to ask for it. Afraid she didn't deserve it. Afraid she'd disappoint me, even though I never saw that as a possibility.

That feels like ages ago.

Yesterday, as soon as I kissed her, she gave in. Earlier, all I had to do was brush my fingers against her thigh, whisper something in her ear, and she practically threw herself at me.

She planted her mouth on top of mine and pushed her tongue inside my mouth, even though she had never kissed any man before me. She unbuttoned my shirt and took off her own blouse and skir