Rick pulled out slowly, spilling a small trickle of his orgasm in his wake. Greg kissed me once more, a furtive promise, and I was relieved to know that this wasn't over.
I didn't need that disappointment.
Greg sat down on the chair behind Rick's desk, bare to the world besides his shirt, and patted his lap.
I blushed, but understood.
Rick helped me to my feet, and I made my way to Greg.
There was a look in his eyes that said what he thought of me, that he was enjoying himself as much as I was. My heart beat faster, and suddenly I felt shy. He wanted me to ride him, I understood that, but tonight was my first night with anybody.
I wasn't sure I could make him feel good this way.
I didn't want him to be disappointed.
"I'll guide you," Greg said, his voice was smooth and calm.
"Okay
