"Make me feel good, please," I manage to squeak out breathlessly without dying from embarrassment. I don't know how to 'talk dirty,' or whatever it's called. I may need to learn a little bit to avoid feeling so shy around him.
"And how shall I make you feel good? With my tongue? With my cock?" All the moisture disappears from my mouth, and the heat rises in my cheeks. He's so dirty, but I kind of like it. I can't talk like he can, at least not yet. I'm hoping my hand reaching down between our bodies and tugging at his waistband will get my point across.
"No need to be shy, baby girl. If you want my cock, all you need to say is please," his nose nudges against mine as he shifts in his hovering position and begins to unbuckle his belt. My greedy fingers reach down to help him slide his belt off.
"Please... I want you, please, Rhodes," I say breathlessly as Rhodes kicks off his pants, leaving him hovering over me, both of us only in our underwear. My words seem to urge him on as he produces a foil pocket from his pants pocket and tears it open using his teeth. My hands tangle in his hair and pull him down towards me in a kiss. I'm not nearly as nervous the second time around, but there is still a small level of anxiety there.
Rhodes's warm hands slip into the waist of my panties as he quickly pulls them down my legs. He presses his length against me before slowly sliding himself into me, that now-familiar pressure returning to my body. Only this time it's different; it's not a strange and uncomfortable pain like it was yesterday. Now that I know what to expect, I welcome the slight feeling of pain that comes with it because I know the pleasure that follows it.
I wrap my legs loosely around Rhodes's waist as he starts to slide slowly in and out of me, keeping his face buried in my neck. My hands tug at his hair, eager to hear the moans fall from his lips.
"You're so fucking tight, Amelia, so fucking good," Rhodes groans against my neck as he presses himself slightly deeper. I find my hips tilting upwards to meet his thrusts as a string of moans falls from my lips.
"F-faster, please," I let out a particularly loud moan as I beg him for more. He raises his head up to meet my gaze, his plump bottom lip taken between his teeth as he gazes down at me before beginning to quicken his thrusts. I like it slow, but now I'm also finding that I like it fast, and Rhodes seems only too pleased to be picking up the pace. He was so soft and gentle with me last night, but now that I know I can handle it, I don't need to be treated like glass.