Sara felt a buzz in her ears as something was saying goodbye to her.
She feels like it's especially hard for her to keep a clear head tonight.
Because she now felt an overwhelming and irresistible impulse, her mind, which had been bouncing all night between wanting to come clean and being seduced, finally gave up the struggle.
Feeling the hardness beneath her hand and seeing his handsome features that made her heart race. Sara swallowed swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "So... do you want me to help you out?"
Jamie lowered his eyelids, a brief smile flickering in his eyes. His voice, still thick with drunkenness, simply said, "Okay."
Sara let out a breath and nervously asked, "Just... just on the sofa?"
"Anywhere." Drunk Jamie was exceptionally obedient, as if he was at her beck and call, "Wherever you want."
"Then go to the bed......"
*
The bedroom, Jamie was lying almost naked on the bed, the huge red meat stick stood erect in the air, a clear sign of burning desire.
However, he furrowed his brows slightly, his gaze heavy as he watched the girl, her back to him, fumbling with her clothes by the bedside.
Since entering the bedroom, Sara had rushed to take off her clothes, and he had a bad feeling since then. His heart was beating fast now, and he couldn't tell if it was because of the upcoming sex or that strange feeling.
Sara quickly stripped off her sweatpants and underwear. When she turned around and saw Jamie's dazed eyes, she gave him a small smile, "Almost there, almost."
"Mm...what?!"Jamie's s initial nonchalant response quickly turned into alarm, almost making him jump out of bed.
The confusion in his eyes was much more genuine, and he stared at the woman sitting on his waist, forgetting his fake drunken tone: "What are you doing?"
Fortunately, Sara was too shy and eager to notice anything wrong. She slowly moved down, patting his abs, then giving them a couple of quick squeezes before saying, 'I'll help you. You're uncomfortable, right? Leave it to me, you'll feel better soon.'"
After saying that, she had already found the right position, lifted her bottom, and was about to sit down.
Jamie's heart raced, and he didn't care about anything anymore. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her arm, dragging her down, then rolled over and got on top of her, pressing her down under him. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief and suddenly felt amused and a little headache: "Do you have experience?"
Sara hadn't had time to react when she realized that their positions had changed. She looked confused.
Jamie was even more confused: "And you're soaking wet?"
His question was hardly something a drunk person would say, but Sara wasn't much clearer either. She looked confused and shook her head, then nodded.
Jamie raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly lowered his hand, the cool sensation of his touch brushing against her inner thigh made Sara involuntarily shiver and draw her legs together.
He spoke softly: "Spread your legs, don't be afraid."
Sara wanted to say she wasn't scared, just reacting instinctively. But her mouth was dry, and she didn't feel like talking. So, she simply closed her mouth and spread her legs a little.
With his broad body pressing against hers, they were practically naked in front of each other, and his fingers were buried deep in her most intimate place...
A tingling sensation made Sara unable to hold back and let out a sound: "Mm... ah..."
Half a finger was inserted into the tight passage, and the flesh in the hole eagerly wrapped around it. Jamie moved slowly, pushing in until Sara's cries began to include a hint of pain. He stopped pushing any further.
It's not wet enough, it will hurt, Jamie whispered.
The slight tearing pain from before hadn't fully faded, and Sara frowned, realizing that novels really lied. All that 'one swift motion' stuff was fake. Even a finger halfway in hurt. She couldn't imagine what would have happened if she had really just sat down all the way.
Perhaps it was the lack of the courage to sit all the way through it, that she suddenly became self-conscious at this point, with the man's broad body pressing against hers, they were almost naked in front of each other, and his fingers were inside her most intimate place...
The flesh of her vagina was contracting unconsciously, and she dared not look anyone in the eye. She asked in a flustered and embarrassed voice, "Well, what do we do now?"
