He took her hand and pressed it to his erection. "Tell me if you want to stop." He stripped away his boxers, let her hand play on him for a moment. He opened the foil and covered himself, while she watched in fascination. He rolled her under him on the sofa. "This isn't the most romantic place in the world," he murmured against her lips.
"Being with you is all that matters," she replied. Despite his preparations she was so tight as he entered her. She cried out at the intrusion.
"Stop?" he asked. She shook her head, determined to let him in. "No," she said into his shoulder. She put her bottom lip between her teeth, ready to bit in if the pain got too bad.
He moved slowly, dragging out the process, so afraid to hurt her. "Just," she panted against his shoulder, "just do it."
He nodded and captured her lips as he entered her fully. Christ it was like burning.
"You asleep?" a deeper voiced Kip asked, as he braced himself above her. No wait, that was the Kip sitting beside her.
"No, I was just. Thinking." Her face was burning red.
"What were you thinking about?" he said, looking down on her.
"Nothing," she said, turning her focus on the movie. "Watch the show."
"Oh no." He poked her side a little, making her jump. "Tell me."
She shook her head. "It was nothing, I swear."
"If you kiss me I might forget." It was the teasing grin that she gave into.
She lifted herself up and kissed his lips. He refused to kiss her back, so she took hold of the sides of his head and titled him to the side. She licked at his lips, then used her teeth to nip on him until he crumbled in laughter and opened his mouth, finally kissing her back.
He moved his fingers from her hips up her sides. Tentatively, so carefully, he let his palms glide over the sides of her breasts. Then he cupped them, fanning his thumbs over her nipples. The tightened under the thin material of her shirt and bra. He pulled from her lips and pressed his mouth against the center of one breast. He breathed a puff of hot air into her shirt. He tongued her through the material.
Mandy thought she was going to jump out of her skin. She gripped his head, not wanting it to stop. But he did, he pulled away and pulled her tight, so she was straddling his lap, kneeling over him. "Were you thinking of that?"