I gasped. “Bain, no I—”
He didn’t listen to my protests, probably because I’d buried my fingers in his hair and was holding his head in place. I don’t know what I’d imagined my first time making love would be like, but we’d just gotten started, and it was already far beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of. He gripped my thighs and parted them wider then lay between them and suckled on my clit, licked my labia, and drove two thick fingers into my pussy. What would this be like in the air?
It couldn’t be better. Nothing could be better, but I was about to learn how wrong I could be because when I was writhing under his fingers and mouth, he suddenly stopped and lifted his face, wiping away an embarrassing amount of liquid with his forearm.
I let my hands drop to my sides, knowing what was coming, wanting him inside me. But not knowing how to make it happen.
“Relax, Endy, and let me make you feel good.” He moved up to kiss me again. His cock was there, right against me, hard and big and a little bit frightening. Not frightening enough to tell him to stop though because if he did, I was sure I’d die.
“Please. Please. Please.” My low chant was cut off when his lips claimed mine again and he rocked into me.
“Yes,” he murmured against me, “Anything for you.”
Did he know it was my first time? I didn’t want to tell him. I’d somehow gotten the impression fairies were often more casual about sex even than the people I’d known in school, not that they were fooling around all over the school buildings, but I’d caught glimpses of couples making out here and there. So he would assume, very likely, that I’d had a lot more experience than the few stolen kisses that I truly could claim, and of course the single make-out session with Zephyr.
Zephyr.
I shoved him out of my mind because I couldn’t think of more than one man in my life at a time. And Bain’s touch was everything to me, warm, arousing, and, yes, loving. I stroked his hair, his shoulders, any part of him I could reach, wanting more of him, all of him.
When he pierced my maidenhead, I wanted to cry for joy, for having waited until it mattered to join with someone else. To wrap my legs around him and hold him close to me, to rise with him as he plunged into me, as he kissed me, as he murmured words I couldn’t quite make out but still somehow understood.
And when he shouted and poured his cum into me, I tumbled over the edge into a darkness as sparkling as the gate to this school. As fairy as we both were.
And then he held me close, drew a blanket from the foot of the bed over us both, and I fell asleep.
Chapter Nineteen
I was trying to get it together as much as possible, hoping to at least appear sane. I woke up in Bain’s room hours later and, while I loved every second of our interlude, I was confused and edgy about what would happen in the future. Nothing was as clear as it had been when we were making love.
In a flurry of emotion, I’d complicated an already sticky and tangled situation.
Good job, Endy.
“Do you have to go already?” Bain’s velvet voice filled the room. I was sitting on the edge of the bed while he ran his finger down the length of my spine lazily. Ordinarily, I would’ve found his touch endearing and I did, but then again, my head was making me fuzzy, questioning everything.
“Yeah, I really need to go to class. Plus, we have tutoring today, those endless attempts to get my wings out.”
He chuckled and despite my uneasiness, the sound comforted me, made me want to stay there all day and night, and wake up with him the next morning.
I’d barely had boyfriends in high school and here I was, naked, on a guy’s bed with the thought of another man on my mind.
I’d turned into a fairy Jezebel. I bet they had a story about one of those, too.
“Can you come over tonight?” he asked but then sat up. “I’m not pressuring you or anything. I just wanted to spend more time with you. It seems like I only see you in libraries and Titania’s office. I mean, her office is nice and all, but it’s kind of hard to flirt with my mate in front of the headmistress.”
Mate?
Another fairy thing I needed to ask Alara about, clearly.
“Now you’re just making excuses,” I told him. “Titania would be perfectly fine with us making out right there on her desk. I mean, put in a little effort, man.”
My chest released a little of its anxiety as I joked around with him. But sex with Bain wasn’t just sex. There was a connection there—a merging of something inside me with something inside him.
I was tied to him by something invisible and tangible. I could feel it tether us and even though the human part of me wanted to run for the hills and deal with my confusion in private, the fairy part of me wanted to stay there with him forever.
Gods, I was a grade-A mess.
He cleared his throat. “I thought I just put in a lot of effort. But I’d be willing to try again.”