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"I'll listen to my body," she interrupted. "That's what I want. If I can't handle it and I change my mind, I'll tell you. I trust you to stop and change gears."

He swallowed, studying her, but she still wouldn't look at him. Feeling uneasy about the whole situation, Ethan said, "I don't think this is a good idea, Willow. This isn't how your first time should be...."

Ignoring his concerns, her hand drifted down his chest, over his stomach, and she lightly rubbed between his legs. “I’m gonna need a better reason than that,” she murmured.

“You should be with someone else,” he said roughly. “Someone younger, someone better.”

“I assure you I’m old enough to decide for myself who I’m interested in,” she replied, running her fingers lightly down his chest, the other hand still between his legs. “But thanks for your concern.”

“I’m not right for you,” he told her.

He wasn’t wrong. She just didn’t care.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” she stated.

For a moment, he looked like he was going to argue, but then his hand was searching behind her back for the zipper, and Willow rolled over, giving him better access. A bit more slowly than she expected, he tugged the zipper down her back, over the curve of her ass, all the way to the bottom, his fingers surprising her as he used his other hand to lightly trail his fingers up and down the backs of her thighs.

Since she was on her stomach and he was behind her, she couldn’t see him, but when his fingers reached the apex of her thighs, she spread her legs slightly, and took a rapid breath when he slid a finger inside of her. She was already wet, so he met with no resistance, and even though she had wanted to be able to see him the whole time, it didn’t seem to bother her that she couldn’t.

The bed creaked as he moved onto it, keeping the hand between her legs and crawling closer.

“What do you like?” he asked, using his free hand to brush her long hair across the shoulder opposite the side he was on.

“I don’t know,” she said shyly—even if it seemed a little silly to be shy when he had a finger inside of her and she was lying pretty much naked on her bed beside him.

“Did you like when I ate your pussy?”

Inhaling sharply in surprise, she chuckled a bit weakly and felt her face turning red. She hadn’t expected him to mention it—and she expected to be excited by hearing him say it even less.

“Hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like me to do that again?”

Biting down on her lip, she momentarily debated. That was a hard no, but it wasn’t her end goal for the night. Allowing just a hint of her dissatisfaction to come through—playfully, of course—she glanced at him and responded wryly, “No, I want you to fuck me, not just get me off.”

“Who says we can’t do both?” he replied, lifting an eyebrow.

“Apparently you.” She lifted her own eyebrows.

He gave her a dry glare and pushed a second finger inside of her. Then, leaning in and placing a little kiss on her shoulder, he gave her a devilish grin. “I promise to fuck you as thoroughly as you want me to.”

With that proclamation, he withdrew his fingers from between her legs and rolled her over, peeling the dress off the bed and tossing it in the floor.

She pushed herself up with one arm and lifted an eyebrow. “You’re wearing an awful lot of clothes for someone who’s about to fuck me.”

He grinned, not needing further encouragement, and tugged his sweater over his head. Another damn undershirt, but he made quick work of removing that as well, then he was just in his jeans. He didn’t take those off though. Instead, he got off the bed and said, “If at any point you don’t like what I’m doing, even a little, just tell me so, okay?”

Willow bobbed her head. “I will.”

He began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and Willow pushed herself up into a sitting position, a bit uncertain, a touch self-conscious.

Her mind started to drift backwards as she considered him looking at her naked, since it was hardly the first time, but she hit the brakes and forced herself to stay in the present.

Once undressed, Ethan took a step closer to the edge of the bed, but didn’t climb back on it. Instead he leaned forward, reaching a hand out to Willow.

Climbing to her knees, she inched closer to the edge of the bed until she was leaning against his body for support. Her arms wound naturally around his neck and she smiled as his hands came to rest on her waist.