MDCF

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"I didn't know you were so naïve," he said, "Until you freaked out when the liquid came out of you. I was so surprised. You were even more naïve than I thought. I realized that you were pretending to know about these things."

"I am not that naïve," protested Siana.

"I don't think anyone is as naïve as you regarding this, Siana," he said, smiling, "I figured you didn't have any experience either. I kept pushing forward because I was afraid that I might do something wrong or act immature and put you off somehow." For Siana, Alan had seemed so bold and confident that this confession was very shocking for her. He always seemed so poised, so sure of himself.

"So, I kept acting like I was bold and confident even when I didn't feel it," he added, "Is your curiosity fulfilled now?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Then can we get back to what we were doing?" he asked with a smirk. His blue eyes gazed at her breasts full of hunger and desire. Siana blushed at his direct gaze. She realized, belatedly, that she was pulling the covers to hide herself.

"Only if you want to, Sia," he said, his voice hoarse. Siana closed her eyes and nodded. She felt his lips all over her. His lips rested on her breasts again and he teased them. His touch set her body trembling. She could feel the heat buildup. A tingle ran through her.

"Ah... oh, Alan..." Alan's large hand held her waist and hoisted her up. His other hand took away the cover and exposed her to him. He stroked her thighs and caressed the length of her leg, moving ever so closer to the spot between her thighs, which were on either side of his legs, straddling him.

His hands played with her soft core, and a finger slipped inside. A m*an escaped her, and she curled her toes. Realizing that she was sitting on his lap, she tried to get off and stepped on the floor. Alan grabbed at her and pulled her towards him again, tearing off her underwear. It fell on the floor.

When the cold air hit her skin, she trembled. This brought back the memories from their first night, and Siana craved the memory of him inside her. She couldn't take it anymore. She tugged at his pants. Alan fumbled with the buckle of his belt. He finally unbuckled it. His pants fell off and his manh*od was revealed.

Siana flinched. She was still not used to the sight of it and she remembered the pain from their first night. She began to back away unconsciously. Alan tugged at her arm and she sat back down on his lap. She could feel his shaft throbbing against her inner thigh. It seemed bigger than the bulge she had touched through his pants before.

Siana stared and Alan smiled at her, reassuringly. "It's alright, Sia" he said, "Don't be scared."

She wanted to ask him if it was normal to feel like this, but she swallowed her questions down. She didn't want to sound more naïve than she already was. And she wanted him inside her, so it didn't matter anyway.

"Are we doing it like this?" she asked.

"You don't want to?" he asked.

"I- I do," she said, "Don't I have to lie down on the bed like last time? I mean, I don't know about it a lot, as you already know."

"Not necessarily," he smirked. "A bed isn't needed."

She looked around anxiously. Again, she felt the doubt of not knowing what she was doing gnaw at her. Alan pulled her close and kissed her again. On her neck, her collarbone, he teased her breasts while he pulled her closer and closer. His one hand held her by the waist while the other rubbed her down at her most sensitive spot and stimulated it. All her concerns fell away.

"Oh, ah..." she m*aned, "Alan..."

His hand stroked and caressed the spot making her wet, stimulating her. She felt pleasure surge up and she grabbed his wrist which was between her legs, moving back and forth. Alan stopped when she suddenly grabbed his hand and looked up at her from her chest. His face was flushed. His blond hair disheveled. His blond eyes were confused.