The Anchor by B.N. Toler

nightstand. He returned seconds later, tearing open a condom with his teeth. My eyes instantly widened. This was happening. A part of me wanted to tell him that I was a virgin, but I knew if I did, it would make me sound scared, and he’d hold back. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to take me roughly and hard, not like a damn princess.
    Once he had the condom on, he came down to his knees behind me. Oh. We were going to do it on the floor. Definitely not like I had envisioned my first time. He pushed me forward slightly so that I had to land on my hands. Oh, God. Doggy style? Shit. Could I handle that my first time?
    I knew I should have told him and he’d slow down, and take it easy on me. Or maybe be gentler. But my biggest fear was he’d back off completely. Maybe my virginity would scare him away. Clenching my teeth, I jutted my ass out. I could do this. I wanted to do this.
     

 

     
    Fuck me.
    She wasn’t as much of a princess as I thought after all. Staring at her on all fours, her ass stuck out, inviting me to thrust inside her . . . fuck. I was a man of control in the bedroom. I liked calling the shots . . . I enjoyed appearing impassive. But Nikki was fucking that all up. She was confident and met me head-on. But even with her assurance, I knew she was nervous. And as I stared at her beautiful and perfect ass, I realized I really liked this girl. I realized I wanted to have this with her more than once if I could. Maybe fucking her doggy style our first time wouldn’t be my wisest choice.
    “Get on your back, Nicole,” I ordered her. I needed to make a connection with her. I needed her to see that although I liked things a certain way in the bedroom, I wanted her . . . not just a piece of ass. She hesitated a moment, then gently dropped to the floor and rolled over. Her breasts were fucking perfect. They were large, real, and sat round and high on her chest. Her body was thin and toned, her legs . . . fuck me six ways to Sunday, her goddamned legs were my kryptonite.
    As I positioned myself over her, she swallowed hard. I wondered if maybe this was all an act. Was she just pretending to be this into it? “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I told her. I’d told her once we started this, there was no going back. And I’d meant it. I knew it would’ve been hard as hell to let her get up and get dressed, especially after I’d tasted her, but I would’ve done it. The last thing I wanted was for her to regret it.
    My body hovered over hers, the head of my cock at her entrance, waiting for the okay. She was wet, ready for me. I could feel her heat. “I want this,” she said as she bucked her hips up slightly. “Please.”
    Leaning down, resting my weight on my forearms on either side of her, I kissed her as I slid inside. Her body tensed and my mouth swallowed the groan she released. I groaned myself as my vision blurred momentarily. She was so fucking tight. Her nails clawed at my back as she clenched around me.
    I moved again a few more times and she whimpered, her perfect mouth slightly parted, her eyes closed. When I kissed her again, she drew up and met my lips with more urgency, determination and desire in her eyes, and seemed to let go of the inhibitions I saw before. Her mouth pressed to mine as her hands pulled at me, begging me for more. I thrust faster, and she mewed as I pulled her legs on my shoulders and leaned forward as I pumped in and out of her, getting as deep as I could.
    I slowed my rhythm, knowing I’d finish way too soon if I didn’t. Besides, watching her . . . feeling her, was too fucking good. I wanted it to last forever.
    “Parker,” she moaned and I felt the buildup barreling down my spine. I was close. “Parker,” she cried out again, and I exploded, my orgasm pumping out of me as she whimpered. Letting her legs fall to the sides, I lay on top of her and kissed her neck and chin softly. When I met her gaze, she almost looked misty-eyed. Shit. Was