“a-and you know, pterodactyls are pretty cool.”

You’ve been nodding along to Ellie’s adorable rambling for like, ten minutes now. She’s been talking about dinosaurs, speaking over any words you try to get out, hushing you with a wobbly wave of her hand.

This was her first time with you, specifically. A girl who actually cared if she was feeling good or not. A good who cared if she came.

Most didn’t. And that’s what’s making her hesitant about talking about it with you. She wasn’t the best at sex.

Unfortunately.

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There’s something up, you know it. She’s giving it all away too easily—but, then again, you know her way too well.

“uh, huh? what?” she whined, trying to squirm out of your palms as they cup her overly-freckled face. Forcing her to focus on your eyes. Focus on you.

And she hates that she has no choice but to.