sounds.
Just when I’m sure I can’t take another moment, he sucks my clit between his lips and it’s too much. That small tug sends me over the edge. My back bows off the bed and I cry out, shattering beneath him. Light explodes behind my eyes and I gasp for air.
Vaguely, I’m aware of him prowling up the length of my body and crouching above me. He lowers and his lips brush mine. They’re wet with my essence.
“Baby,” he says gently. “I need to be inside you.”
I nod, or rather I’m aware of the fact that I’m nodding, because there was no thought. Just response.
“Yes. I want that, too.”
He whispers the words. “I’ve never gone without a condom, but I want to feel you. All of you.”
“I want to feel you too.”
“You’re so beautiful. You probably think I’m going to let you go when the rain lets up, don’t you?”
His voice is teasing but I can’t say anything because my mind churns with questions. Should I tell him I haven’t done this before? What, exactly is the etiquette for having sex for the first time?
He presses against me and eases in a tiny bit. Then he lowers to settle between my thighs and kisses me. When he pushes deeper the discomfort grows and after the next thrust he stops. Lying on top of me, he’s very still.
“Bailey,” he says from between gritted teeth. “You’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”
The sting has grown into something more but I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone. “Don’t stop.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I should have. I want this. Please.”
He cups my face and kisses me, small kisses along my jaw and across my lips, pressing deeper inside me. The fullness is almost too much and then there’s a jolt of pain. I bite my lip and taste blood. It’s too dark to see anything, but I’m almost afraid of what I’ll see in his eyes. Is he the type of guy that’s spooked by having sex with a virgin? Too much commitment there?
But he offers sweet, soothing words. Telling me how much he loves being with me.
“Put your arms around me,” he says.
I obey him and wrap my arms across the expanse of his powerful back and he begins moving again. His gaze holds mine and he’s watching me for a sign I want him to stop. I don’t. I try to tell him by pressing my fingers into the bands of muscle that flex beneath my hands. He’s so big. Like a fortress.
“You think you can come?” he asks.
Without waiting for a reply he rolls over, taking me with him. Suddenly, I’m on top of him and he pushes me halfway to a sitting position. My eyes have adjusted to the dark and I see a smile tugging his lips.
“This might be easier on you.”
After a tentative movement, I can see why he set me here, impaled on his shaft. I can control the pressure and as I rock slowly a swirl of pleasure gathers inside me. “Oh!”
He nods, his smile grows a little wider. “Atta girl.”
Cupping his shoulders, I move a little more in earnest. My breasts bounce and he smiles. His gaze flicks to my breasts and back to my eyes. His grip on my hips tightens, as he guides my movements. My breathing is ragged and I’m sure that my fingernails are digging into him, but I can’t control anything.
The sounds coming from my lips don’t sound like anything I’ve ever uttered before. They’re small cries, because I’m so close to heaven, I can almost touch it. My eyelids flutter and I see his eyes hooded with arousal. And then I break. It’s soundless and hits me like a tidal wave carrying me. The only thing I know is that I’ve collapsed and I’m lying on his chest. His arms wrap around me. He rolls me over and thrusts hard, snarling as he finds his own release.
Chapter Eleven
Nick
I strike the match. It flares and I light a candle and set it down on the bathroom counter. Just before I leave to get her, I catch sight of my reflection.
“Way to go, asshole,” I mutter.
She’s lying in the bed, huddled under the blankets, looking at me warily. Her
Just when I’m sure I can’t take another moment, he sucks my clit between his lips and it’s too much. That small tug sends me over the edge. My back bows off the bed and I cry out, shattering beneath him. Light explodes behind my eyes and I gasp for air.
Vaguely, I’m aware of him prowling up the length of my body and crouching above me. He lowers and his lips brush mine. They’re wet with my essence.
“Baby,” he says gently. “I need to be inside you.”
I nod, or rather I’m aware of the fact that I’m nodding, because there was no thought. Just response.
“Yes. I want that, too.”
He whispers the words. “I’ve never gone without a condom, but I want to feel you. All of you.”
“I want to feel you too.”
“You’re so beautiful. You probably think I’m going to let you go when the rain lets up, don’t you?”
His voice is teasing but I can’t say anything because my mind churns with questions. Should I tell him I haven’t done this before? What, exactly is the etiquette for having sex for the first time?
He presses against me and eases in a tiny bit. Then he lowers to settle between my thighs and kisses me. When he pushes deeper the discomfort grows and after the next thrust he stops. Lying on top of me, he’s very still.
“Bailey,” he says from between gritted teeth. “You’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”
The sting has grown into something more but I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone. “Don’t stop.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I should have. I want this. Please.”
He cups my face and kisses me, small kisses along my jaw and across my lips, pressing deeper inside me. The fullness is almost too much and then there’s a jolt of pain. I bite my lip and taste blood. It’s too dark to see anything, but I’m almost afraid of what I’ll see in his eyes. Is he the type of guy that’s spooked by having sex with a virgin? Too much commitment there?
But he offers sweet, soothing words. Telling me how much he loves being with me.
“Put your arms around me,” he says.
I obey him and wrap my arms across the expanse of his powerful back and he begins moving again. His gaze holds mine and he’s watching me for a sign I want him to stop. I don’t. I try to tell him by pressing my fingers into the bands of muscle that flex beneath my hands. He’s so big. Like a fortress.
“You think you can come?” he asks.
Without waiting for a reply he rolls over, taking me with him. Suddenly, I’m on top of him and he pushes me halfway to a sitting position. My eyes have adjusted to the dark and I see a smile tugging his lips.
“This might be easier on you.”
After a tentative movement, I can see why he set me here, impaled on his shaft. I can control the pressure and as I rock slowly a swirl of pleasure gathers inside me. “Oh!”
He nods, his smile grows a little wider. “Atta girl.”
Cupping his shoulders, I move a little more in earnest. My breasts bounce and he smiles. His gaze flicks to my breasts and back to my eyes. His grip on my hips tightens, as he guides my movements. My breathing is ragged and I’m sure that my fingernails are digging into him, but I can’t control anything.
The sounds coming from my lips don’t sound like anything I’ve ever uttered before. They’re small cries, because I’m so close to heaven, I can almost touch it. My eyelids flutter and I see his eyes hooded with arousal. And then I break. It’s soundless and hits me like a tidal wave carrying me. The only thing I know is that I’ve collapsed and I’m lying on his chest. His arms wrap around me. He rolls me over and thrusts hard, snarling as he finds his own release.
Chapter Eleven
Nick
I strike the match. It flares and I light a candle and set it down on the bathroom counter. Just before I leave to get her, I catch sight of my reflection.
“Way to go, asshole,” I mutter.
She’s lying in the bed, huddled under the blankets, looking at me warily. Her
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