His hand moves over my stomach, stopping when he feels my belly button ring.
“You’re pierced?” His eyes are wide as he looks down at me.
“Why are you surprised? You have tattoos and gauges,” I comment.
“I don’t know,” he smiles crookedly. “I thought you were a good girl, Row.”
“I’m far from a good girl,” I admit.
“I like it,” he slides down my body, flicking it with his tongue. My back bows off the ground in response. His breath is hot against my bare stomach and Goosebumps begin to coat my skin.
His fingers find the button on my jeans and he flicks it open. With his eyes on mine, he eases the zipper down and pulls them off of me.
“God, you’re fucking amazing,” he eyes my long legs. “I want to be inside you so bad.”
“Then hurry up,” I whine.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he bites his lip.
“I’m a virgin,” I state. “It’s going to hurt.” God, boys could be so dumb.
“Still,” a wrinkle mars his brow. “I don’t want to cause you pain.”
“It can’t be avoided,” I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him flush against me. “I want this with you, Trent.”
He swallows thickly at my words. “Maybe this was a bad idea—”
“It’s not. This is the best idea we’ve ever had. You’re my best friend, Trenton. I want us to experience this first together.” I reach up, cupping his cheek in my hand and rubbing my thumb over his plump bottom lip. He playfully nips at my finger and I smile in response.
That seems to get through to him. “Together,” he repeats.
He kicks his jeans off and removes the rest of my clothes. I’m a bit embarrassed, being completely naked in front of him, but it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would.
He stares at me for one-hundred and sixteen seconds—I counted—before he finally removes his boxers and puts the condom on.
“Are you sure, Row?” He asks one last time, his jaw clenched and his arms stiff as he holds himself back.
“Positive.”
He eases slowly inside me. My eyes pinch close and I grit my teeth at the feeling of tightness and pulling below. It hurts…a lot…but I know I can’t make a sound for fear of the teachers discovering us. Plus, Trent would stop if he knew he was hurting me so badly.
“Almost there, Row,” he kisses me as he thrusts inside the rest of the way. I guess he knew he’d need to muffle my small cry.
He holds himself above me, not moving, giving me the chance to adjust to the foreign feeling.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
I’m holding my breath, so I can’t answer at first, but I nod slowly.
“Tell me when I can move.”
“Not yet,” I plead, my fingernails digging into his arms.
“Not yet,” he agrees, kissing me slowly to ease my anxiety.
My body begins to relax and pleasure replaces pain. My hips wiggle and he groans.
“Row,” he warns, his forehead pressed against mine.