He groans. “Stay still. I don’t want to come yet.”
Still is hard. I squirm against him. He grits his teeth and grabs the edge of the mattress while I use his body mercilessly. He’s so perfectly built, with hard slabs of muscle covered by hot, velvety flesh. I want to touch him everywhere at once. I curse my small hands.
“You’re killing me,” he growls. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”
I feel the rumble of his chest when he speaks. The arms braced beside my head are trembling. It’s taking an enormous effort for him to allow my exploration while he’s hard inside me. I can feel the rapid pulse and thrum of his heartbeat as he moves. Sweat glistens on his forehead and chest.
With wonder, I run my hands over his shoulders and down his quivering sides. I can’t believe we’re making love. I can’t believe I’m in his arms. I can’t believe any of this and yet it’s my reality.
I reach up and kiss him, gentle and fleeting. “Then don’t.”
He spurs into action. His hands come off the mattress. One sweeps under me to palm my ass and hold me in place. The other slams down by my head. He digs his knee into the mattress and powers forward. His ragged breaths echo in the room as he thrusts into me, finding a spot that makes me catch my own breath and then working it over and over until I lose control again. He comes with me and I hang on to him as we ride those waves of ecstasy until we’re both spent.
Panting, exhausted, but oh so satisfied, I slowly uncurl my legs from around his ass and my arms from his shoulders. He collapses next to me, bundling me close. We hold each other, trying to catch our breaths, trying to organize our thoughts.
I wonder if he’s as blissed out as me, and because I’m weak from the sex, I just blurt out my thoughts. “Was it okay for you? No, don’t answer that. I don’t know why I asked.”
He chuckles softly and gathers me up in his arms. “Best I’ve ever had.”
The smirk sets me off. I summon all the paltry energy I have left and bash him with a pillow. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you bragging about all the other women you’ve had?”
He laughingly fends me off, which infuriates me even more. I find renewed strength and grab his pillow and fling it at his head. He wrestles it out of my hand and covers me with his heavy body. His dick is hard again, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he’s dragging my fingers to the edge of the sheet.
“You want me to hang onto this?” I wriggle the fabric.
“No.” He pulls on it and I see now that the mattress piping has come loose.
My lips form a circle. “I did that?” I didn’t even remember grabbing the edge of the mattress, but, then, there were full minutes when I was having an out-of-body experience. I could have kicked a hole in the wall and not realized it.
“No. It was me. I’ve never…” He pauses and rubs the heel of his hand against his temple. There’s a slight flush on his cheeks. Is he…embarrassed? Is this about his virgin status? My insides liquefy at the adorableness.
“You’ve never had sex,” I supply softly.
“You know.” It’s not really a question. “When I told you I hadn’t fucked anyone else, you understood that to mean ever.”
“I did.”
“You were right.”
I nod because I don’t trust myself to talk. I’m far too happy about this. Unreasonably overjoyed. I almost clap, but I don’t want to look like a fool. I clear my throat.
“Me either,” I share, forgetting momentarily about the mess we cleaned up earlier.
The side of his mouth quirks up. “Yeah. I figured.”
I finger the torn fabric and contemplate what kind of strength it takes to rip a mattress apart with your bare hands. Then, I start giggling.
“What?”
I keep laughing, my giggles turning into full-on crying guffaws.
“What?” he repeats in an annoyed tone.
“This is like when Edward bit the pillow,” I manage to gasp out.
His face is blank.
I catch my breath. “Remember the sparkly vampire?” I made him watch the entire Twilight series when I was twelve. He covered my eyes during the tamest sex scene ever filmed. I watched it on YouTube later to see what I was missing which was nothing. Vaguely, I wonder if Leka is aware of all the sex scenes that could be watched on Youtube. I decide to protect his innocence and keep that information to myself.
“I’ve tried to block it out,” he admits.
I burrow into his embrace. “You sat through all four movies with me. That’s how I knew you loved me.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” he demurs, but he’d say anything in this post-sex haze.