He didn’t need any more encouragement. Pressing a kiss to my lips, Ian climbed between my legs, and I felt him at my opening. This was the moment. He was in position, his strong body pinning me against his mattress, willing me to yield to him.
And the world melted away. There was only here and now, Ian and Ale
xis. Brilliant green eyes searched mine and I nodded, biting my lip.
As if afraid he might hurt me, he pushed into me slowly and with control, his eyes watching my face for any signs of discomfort. He was hot and hard and I’d never had anything as large inside me before. But I had experimented with the dildo, putting it fully inside me, so when he began moving, I welcomed it.
“It’s okay. You can go harder,” I whispered.
He hesitated, a dark lock of hair falling over his eyes. “It’s our first time and you’re so small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I want you to let go.”
He started moving again but cautiously. I lifted my ass, trying to get closer to him, encouraging him with my moans as he started to thrust faster.
“Yes, like that. I like it like that.”
My words spurred him on. His hands clenched my hips and held me to meet him. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clung to him tightly.
“I want to be yours.”
With a low growl he thrust deeper, hard enough that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. His right hand moved to the top of my head to protect me from hitting the headboard with the force.
“You are mine. I’m making you mine.”
I whimpered softly, my lips finding his neck and suckling briefly before trailing kisses along his stubble. I was a lot smaller than him, it was true—his head was above me and my face barely cleared his shoulders.
Suddenly Ian pulled out and flipped me over, holding me up by the waist as he entered me from behind. His fingers went between my legs, finding my clit again, and I felt myself clench around him. The double sensation was more intense than the paddle and his fingers, and I gyrated against him, lost in sensation. I was moving just as much as him now, matching my thrusts with his. He bent over me and I turned my head, finding his lips and kissing deeply.
“You’re so tight.” He pulled back and rested the hand that wasn’t between my legs on my ass. “And so warm.”
I was nearing my climax and tilted my head back, moaning. He gathered my hair up in his fist, held my head in place. The action was so domineering and possessive—so Ian. I couldn’t move my head at all and he was holding me there while he pumped in and out of me. The knowledge sent me over the edge and I came, my arms weakening and giving out and my face falling forward onto the pillow. I clutched it in both hands as he thrust in and out of me a few more times before finding his own release.
With a final growl, his hand hit the mattress to my right. His biceps strained on either side of my face as he supported his weight above me, allowed his breathing to slow. With a satisfied sigh, he rolled off me and onto his side. Pulled me into his arms to spoon, his head nestling into my hair and inhaling my scent and his heart slowing against my naked back.
***
Ian rolled onto his back and took a deep, shuddery breath, shoved a hand through his hair. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Wow.”
I didn’t respond, and he must have sensed something was up because he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. He took a strand of my hair and wrapped it around his finger, smirking slightly.
“Should I be insulted?”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know.”
Green eyes instantly narrowed. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean...” I rolled over to face him and tried again. “I mean that I have nothing to compare it with.”
“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.” He laughed.
I shrugged helplessly.
“Wait—you’re—you were—a virgin?”
I nodded and he blanched, jumped out of bed like he couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Stood gaping at me from the end of his bed. Entirely naked.
Then he began to pace.