His fingers slam into me, going even deeper. My throat clenches around a throaty sound I barely recognize as coming from me.
“No?” Daze murmurs, chuckling. I swear I feel his teeth nip at my earlobe as he eases those fingers out of me. Then he thrusts them again, even deeper, firmly stroking my walls. “Come on, Freylie. Get out of your head. Get out of your head and justfeel.”
And the second I do… Everything changes.
I push away all my worries, so I don’t have a single care in the entire universe, and feeleverything. Every touch. Every breath. Every sensation.
“What about here?” he asks, sinking his fingers deeper. “Or…here?”
More white stars twinkle behind my eyelids. My breaths come in pants, my voice echoing back to me, high-pitched. A stranger’s.
“Yeah,” Daze says, sounding alarmingly clear even as the rest of the world seems to fall away. “Here—” He thrusts again, and nerves I didn’t even know existed ignite. Gritting my teeth doesn’t lock in the moan that rips from me. “God, you’re fucking sexy. You should get out of that pretty little head of yours more often.”
He groans, forging a rhythm that sends the surface beneath us rocking back and forth with every motion. It’s like burning alive. I can’t stop it. Can’t resist it. My muscles tighten up with every bold, prodding touch until…
“Holy crap!” I slump forward as every muscle inside me tightens even more, and then he flexes his fingers, and I finally realize what he means.
Wet.An overwhelming mixture of tension and pleasure that spills over, impossible to contain. Growing up, I was always taught that being intimate with a man before marriage was a sin. That casual sex was dirty. That it would result in no pleasure.
Except, I’m just now realizing that they were wrong.
Soundoubtedly wrong.
How could this be?
“Are you still here with me, Frey?” he asks.
“Yes,” I faintly reply.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice ragged. “Now get ready. I’ll try to go slow, but fuck. It’s been a while…”
Which must be why his hands shake as he positions me against him. Fabric hisses, and the sensation against the back of my thighs shifts from thick cotton to…skin. Fire. Sweat. He fumbles with something, presumably the condom. And then I feel him, settling between my legs, his breathing harsh against my spine.
Inch by inch, he drives into me slowly. Taking my bottom lip between my teeth, I attempt to stifle my pain. Squeezing my eyes shut, I grip the edge of the table until my knuckles turn white.
“Fucking hell,” he sharply breathes, my inner walls gripping him tightly.
My body is like a fist around him. I don’t think it’s even possible for him to move until he does anyway. An inch. More. More. More.
It hurts. I’ve never felt sofull. So stretched.
So alive…
“Breathe,” he instructs, almost sensing my discomfort as my body tries to accommodate his size.
Inhale.
“Good,” he rasps, drawing back slightly before sinking into me further. “Frey—Did I just—”
Take my virginity?
Exhale. “Yes.”
He suddenly becomes still, as if second-guessing everything.
I, however, am not. I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life. This is my body. My choice. Nobody else gets to decide when and where… and who.
I do.