Getting a little lucky

Mat was overjoyed by Egwene’s response. He moved his hand to brush her long brown hair behind her ear and whispered ” I’m going to make you feel so good.” He whispered in her ear.

“Oh shut up Mat. You have no idea what you’re doing, neither of us do, because none of us have done this before. You’re just bumbling along and getting lucky along the way.” She said with her familiar fire returning to her voice.

“You know I’m lucky.” He said confidently.

“A woman is more variable than a pair of dice Matrim Cauthon.”

“Oh, I seem to be playing this woman just fine.” He said with a smile. She twisted herself to look back at him with one of her **** glares. “What am I wrong?” He asked innocently.

“No comment.” She replied sullenly. Mat rolled her back over so that his hardon was once again stabbing her in the abdomen. “Can stop stabbing me with your thing?”

“Soon.” He promised, it wasn’t her stomach he intended to penetrate with his dick. He reached his thumb inside her waistband of her panties and slowly rolled them down her butt without too much of a struggle on her part. He rolled the panties off her legs and dropped them on the floor at which point he allowed himself to look at what he had uncovered. Egwene had her face buried in her arms to hide her shame, but Mat paid that no attention as he looked at the treasure lying bare before him. Egwene’s bare pussy lips peeked out between the mounds of her cheeks, acting as her last line of defense. Mat slowly spread her ass cheeks and got a better look and was visibly in awe.

All this time, Egwene hadn’t made a sound, but as Mat ran a single up her pussy lips, she couldn’t help but tremble and let out a moan of pleasure. Egwene cured herself internally; nothing should’ve felt that good. Deep down she knew she was in for a world of more firsts, she had just hoped for it to be with a better man.