I’m lost in the rhythm of it all, swamped by his masculinity and strength, overwhelmed by his tenderness and his passion.
This is right, this odd and fractious thing between us. It’s right that he’s going to be my first. As my first, his position in the group will be more solid, and his place in my heart will be firm.
Maybe I’m stupid, wanting the bad boy. It’s a cliché that I’ve read in more than one of my romance novels. The thing is, beneath every bad boy is a wounded soul. Some are redeemable, and some will break your heart. I just hope that Scott won’t be the latter.
When his cock notches at my entrance again, he pauses, gazing into my eyes. There’s a mysteriousness to him that comes with eyes so dark that it’s impossible to separate his iris from his pupil. His tan skin looks even deeper in the low light, and his beard and hair are inky too. There’s a flicker of a smile at his lips as I blink up at him, wide eyed. “Ready?” he asks.
He must know I am. I’m so slippery that I can feel it trickling between the cheeks of my ass. All he’ll need to do is rest his weight down on me just a little more, and he’ll be inside me.
I snatch a quick breath and nod, holding it and smiling too.
And then it’s happening.
I didn’t know it would feel like this. The physical closeness. The unbelievable intimacy of letting a man inside me. The intensity. The way his eyes are fixed on mine and the furrow between his brows as he controls everything, moving so slowly that I stretch and spread without discomfort—the emotional reality. Nothing will be the same after this. There’s no undoing what we’re doing. It’s a line in the sand, a marker between us that will always exist.
And it feels so good.
So good, and he hasn’t even really done anything yet.
“Fuck,” he mutters when it feels like he can’t push any deeper. “You’re so tight.”
My cheeks heat. We might be doing this, but I’m not sure about dirty talk. I have no idea how to reply. Thanks, seems ridiculously formal. And I think that tight is good, but maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s hurting him. I mean, he’s so big, and I’m so little down there.
I wish I knew what I was doing so I can make this good for him. I want him to remember this night as much as I do. I don’t want to just lie here while he does all of the work.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I tell him. “It feels…”
“What?”
“Good,” I say.
In a flash, his eyes soften from charcoal to melted chocolate. “Good is good.” The next kiss is just a ghost across my lips, and then he begins to move.
Nothing has prepared me for how amazing this feels. Scott rolls his hips, drawing out and moving into me fluidly, grazing my clit with every pass. Hooking an arm beneath one of my knees, he spreads me wider, gazing between us, then at my breasts as they move with his motions. I close my eyes, sliding into my fantasies, remembering what it felt like to have Cash’s tongue between my legs, how Colt tasted. I remember the pulsing of Cary’s cock in my hands and the visual of Sawyer’s cum lashing against my stomach. I open my eyes, finding Scott’s handsome face close to mine. “You’re beautiful, Melanie,” he says. “You feel so good.”
I grip onto his ass, tugging him into me with harder thrusts, letting him know that he doesn’t need to hold back. I can take him. I want him to give me everything, not some halfhearted virgin-rated sex.
“Slowly,” he says, against my ear, his warm breath and gravely tone calming me. “We don’t have to rush. We have all the time in the world. I want to make it good for you.”
Wow. Doesn’t he realize that just being this close to him is enough for me? Feeling the care in his hands and seeing the softness in his eyes and knowing how much he’s surrendering to be here with me too.
Scott kisses me then, deep, and then deeper, and I forget all my thoughts about how this should be and what I need to do, and I just am. And he just is.
And together, we’re amazing.
How many women have an orgasm on their first time?
I would guess not many, but Scott knows what he’s doing. He slides a slick finger between us, rubbing my clit in slow circles as he fucks into me with a matching rhythm, and I’m relaxed enough for my mind to follow. And oh, when I reach the pinnacle, it’s a mental and physical expansion that I’ve never felt before. He moves through it all, closing his eyes as my pussy ripples around his cock and my fingers bite into the flesh of his ass. “That’s it, baby,” he says softly as he swells inside me. I know he’s going to come, and when he does, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt. The total release, a strong man, brought to his weakest by my body. I don’t think about the fact that we’re not using any birth control until after, when he slides out of me, and his seed trickles out in a warm rush.