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"You don't have to say that. You've already got my shirt off." Her voice had an edge to it. She didn't want platitudes. She knew what he wanted, and she was already giving it to him, but she wasn't going to be patronized.
"Stop it. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. You really are beautiful. And that tattoo is fucking sexy."
Cara laughed. The tension dissipated and she let her guard down once again.
Seizing the moment, David lowered his head to her tit, and took her hard nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his lips, then biting it softly. Cara gasped and ran her hands through his hair, pushing his mouth down onto her. Without protest, he hungrily devoured her, licking and sucking. Cara sighed with pleasure. As she eased up the pressure on his head, he lifted it from her breast and Cara took the opportunity to pull his shirt off and press herself into his chest, her breasts tingling and her nipples hardening even more. After pulling her into a deep kiss, David began making his way down her body, kissing and licking, until he came to the top of her jeans. Slowly, he undid the top button and slid her fly down. Working his way back up to her face, he bit at her bottom lip, then opened his mouth wide, his tongue continuing to explore her mouth. At the same time, he slipped his hand between her jeans and her panties, finding her mound and feeling how incredibly wet she was.
"Holy shit..." he panted.
Cara moaned and raised her hips to meet his hand, the base of his palm pressing on her clit. Even with his hand between them, David couldn't keep himself from thrusting his hard cock, still encased in his pants, against her, harder and harder. Their breaths came faster and their gasps and moans mingled in the air, growing louder.
"Oh, god," Cara groaned. "That feels so amazing."
"I want you so bad," he whispered.
The intensity of his voice cut through her lusty fog and brought her back to rationality. Cara could feel her resistance melting and she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him if they kept going. She pulled his hand away from her pussy.
"I should go," she said, with difficulty, trying to sit up.
"What - "
"I should go," she repeated.
"But - why? Was it something I did?" he asked, confused and frustrated, his swollen dick looking painfully trapped in his pants.
"No, no, this was wonderful. I just...you know, I hate using condoms, so I was thinking we could get all the testing out of the way before our first time," she fibbed.
"Come on, Cara. I don't believe that. I mean, that's fine, we can do that, but I know something else is bothering you."
"Ok, fine." Taking a deep breath and looking down at her hands, she launched into her story, explaining everything that happened last time. All of the hurt and pain poured out and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She brushed them away and looked up, scared of his reaction.
"I'm sorry," she started to say.
Unexpectedly, he swept her up into a hug and kissed her cheek. "I get it. You don't need to apologize. Take as much time as you need. Just as long as you don't mind if I jack off to this tonight," he said with a smile, a sly gleam in his eye.
Cara giggled, her face buried in his chest. At that moment, she fell for him a little harder. "No, you're welcome to that. Want to take a good last look, so you have more to work with?" she replied with a wide smile.
"Don't mind if I do," he laughed, running his hands over her breasts for the last time.
For their next date, they went to the movies.
Cara had finally worked up the nerve to invite David over to her apartment. She knew it was risky, and she knew what might happen, but the more she got to know him, the more she thought he might really be different.
She dressed carefully, picking a black bra and matching panties, just in case.