He was so tender. So considerate of her.
There would be absolutely no regrets tomorrow. Having Blake as her first lover was everything—and more than she’d ever imagined.
*
Blake broke thekiss to lift his head and look down at her. Her eyes were once again glazed with pleasure and a hint of wonder. The complete trust in her gaze made his chest swell with possessiveness that swept through him.
She was his. Maybe just for tonight. But Kristen belonged to him.
With the hot warmth of her sheath squeezing him, it took every ounce of his self-control to stay still and not start riding her hard.
“Are you okay?” He touched her cheek.
She nodded and gave a tentative, shy smile. “I think I am now.”
“Good.” He withdrew just a bit before sinking in again.
Wonder flickered in her eyes, and she sighed. “That feels good.”
“Yeah?”
He repeated the motion, but a little faster. She made a murmur of pleasure and lifted her hips, sending him deeper.
Damn. His eyes nearly crossed, and he started to move faster.
Even still, he kept himself in check. This first time had to be about her. Giving her pleasure, not taking all of it for himself.
He kept touching her in the place he knew would bring her another release. There didn’t seem to be any discomfort anymore, only pleasure. Her soft moans and the way she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts were proof enough.
She cried out sharply, and her body clenched around his dick so tight he gasped.
Shit, not yet.
His body tightened, and his vision blurred. While she still trembled from her release, he was unable to stop his.
Blake slowed his thrusts, his arms shaking as he held himself above her. He threw his head back and groaned, burying himself deep and staying there.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “That was…wow. Did you—”
“Yes.”
He’d exploded like a shaken can of soda.
Dismay and a bit of embarrassment threatened the euphoria raging through his body, but he shoved it aside. This wasn’t about him.
He slowly pulled himself from her, climbed off the bed, and made quick time disposing of the condom. He returned in seconds, pulling her warm, soft body into his arms and brushing a soft kiss across her lips.
“How are you?” he asked softly when he lifted his head.
She sighed and snuggled close. “I feel incredible. I’m so glad you gave in.”
“Me, too,” he replied evenly, but her words were looping in his head.
Gave in.
For the last hour he’d somehow managed to block out the fact that he’d just slept with James’s virgin little sister.
Panic started to claw up his throat, but he swallowed it back down.