My fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked his tongue against my nipple, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin. My breath caught as his hand slid between my legs. He ran his finger along the edge of my lace panties, trailing that sensitive line between my thigh and center while his other hand cupped my breast, the rough pad of his thumb stroking across my nipple as he added fuel to the fire burning within me. I was lost in a blissful haze when Rafe reached for the waistband of my panties and slipped them down my legs. Once they were gone, he quickly lowered his head between my legs and began teasing me with his mouth.
Within seconds, I could feel the tension building in the pit of my abdomen, and with each flick of his tongue, the feeling only grew stronger. The sensation was foreign to me, but I liked it more than I thought possible. Unable to control myself, my hand dove into his hair, tangling in the long, thick strands as I inched my hips forward, begging for more. I’d never felt anything so intense, so pleasurable as the moment when my orgasm took hold and coursed through me like a wildfire.
Impatient for more, Rafe lifted off me and quickly removed his jeans.
He was beautiful with his perfectly defined abs and his oh-so-pronounced V and seeing him standing there in all his naked glory had me absolutely spellbound. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he eased the condom down his long, thick shaft. When he caught me staring, his eyes danced with mischief. “Like what you see, beautiful?”
All I could muster was a slight nod and “Mm-hmm.”
His smirk quickly faded as he looked down at me sprawled out on the bed, and then he said, “You’re amazing, Marlowe. Absolutely amazing.”
Before I had time to respond, he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs. He hovered over me, the heat of our breaths mingling between us. When the anticipation became too much, his mouth crashed down around mine with a hard, demanding kiss. His hand dove into my hair, grasping at the nape of my neck as he delved deeper into my mouth, our tongues twisting and tasting each other with all the passion and desire we’d kept bottled up since the first night we’d met.
Before I could pull myself back to reality, he shifted his body between my legs. He looked down at me, his eyes full of desire as he raked his hard cock along my entrance, driving me wild with need. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I begged, “Please, Rafe.”
A deep growl vibrated through his chest as he answered my plea and drove deep inside. I was totally unprepared for the searing pain and ended up gasping with a pained grimace. Caught off-guard by my reaction, Rafe’s eyes met mine as he searched for answers that I wasn’t ready to give. “Marlowe?”
He’d just realized it was my first time, and I was too scared to look him in the eye. I felt so awkward and ashamed that I hadn’t told him, but it wasn’t something you just threw out there. Most women my age had plenty of experience, and I was a little embarrassed that I hadn’t been with a man before. And to be honest, once we started kissing and peeling off each other’s clothes, I’d gotten pretty worked up and didn’t want to stop. Hoping he wouldn’t shut me down, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him in place. “I’m fine, Rafe.”
“Fuck, Marlowe.” He brushed a loose strand of my hair from my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Don’t make a big deal of this,” I whispered. “Please, just keep going.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I told him, doing my best to reassure him. I needed him to know that I trusted him and knew he’d never intentionally hurt me. “I want this with you.” I placed my hand on his cheek. “I’ve wanted it since the first night you kissed me.”
After several moments, Rafe finally began to move, slow and tender, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of him inside me. His eyes were locked on mine, searching for any sign that I was in any kind of pain. I wasn’t. The discomfort had already subsided, and my body had slowly started to respond to him as tingles of excitement crept over me. I found myself craving more. I wanted him to stop holding back and let go. I wanted him to give me all he had. I lifted my hips, trying to encourage him to go deeper, harder, but he continued his slow, gentle rhythm.
I tightened my legs around his waist and rocked against him, hoping he’d finally give me what I so desperately needed. When he pulled back, I cried out, “Rafe, please!”