"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," Dean grits out through clenched teeth while I struggle to breath. I hope he’s enjoying it because I’m not.
I’ve read that the first time is always the worst, but after a few more times, I’ll adjust, and it’ll start to feel good. I hope I’m one of the lucky girls that adjusts quickly and feels pleasure sooner rather than later.
The air in the room is becoming moist and heavy, and our bodies are hot and sticky against each other.
Sweat beads linger above Dean's fluffy eyebrows, and a layer of sweat covers us.
"Slower," I cry out.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice soft and full of worry.
I shake my head and wrap my arms around his waist. “No, but please, move slowly.”
Dean nods, and carefully pulls back until only his tip remains inside me, then he pushes back in, inch by painful inch. “Is this okay?” he asks, his face buried in the crook of my neck and his left hand tracing my pebbled nipples.
After a few minutes and a few slow thrusts, I feel myself loosen around him. The feeling is still uncomfortable, but it’s not agonizing anymore. His hands move to my waist, and he grips it so tightly that I know I’ll have bruises on my hips from him, but I welcome it. I want any mark of him anywhere on my body. If I have bruises from him, I’ll have a visual reminder that this happened, and this is real and not just in my head. It’s too good to be true, and I need proof that it’s real.
He must feel me loosening around him because he begins to push into me faster, pulling my hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t feel amazing yet. At least not until he places a thumb on my clit and begins rubbing. That one simple touch is enough to make my body relax and melt into the mattress. “Ahhh! Holy fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groans out the words before yelling a string of curses into the barely lit room as he quickens his strokes of his thumb on my clit.
Soft moans leave my lips because I’m feeling good now, but I know I won’t reach an orgasm, no matter how great it feels having him rub me.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his body stilling as his warm seed fills my pussy, the heated sensation causing another moan to spill from my lips. With his cock still inside me, he returns to kissing my lips, flipping us over so that I'm now straddling him. I keep my eyes on him, not wanting to look down because then I'd see the evidence of my lost virginity on the sheets.
He must've read my mind and knows exactly what I am thinking. "Don't worry, baby. I'll change the sheets and clean you up. It won’t hurt as much next time, and maybe you’ll get to come too."Next time.My skin grows goosebumps at the mention of doing it again.
With him still inside of me, I lie down on his chest, memorizing the feel of him inside of me when he’s hard, and how he feels when he begins to soften.
After a while of lying in the dimly lit room in silence, Dean gets hard again and asks if I’m ready to try again.
Wanting to be close to him and wanting to feel pleasure, I agree.
Lucky for me, Dean is right, and the second time is better. I still don’t come on his cock, but he makes up for it by playing with my clit after he finishes.
"I love you,Cam. I promise that we'll get to be together one day, and it'll be forever." He kisses the top of my head, tightening his grip around my naked body.
We spent most of the night exploring each other's bodies after he used a washcloth to wipe between my legs. He even sucked my pussy again. I'm completely convinced that he's trying to suck my soul out of my body, but whatever his magic mouth was doing last night worked because I was screaming, writhing on the bed, and fully sated in no time.
"I love you, Dean." I kiss his lips, tasting the salt from my tears that I didn't know were there.
His parents are gone when we return home, so we make love again in his bed, then shower together.
It’s the most amazing experience of my life.
* * *
The dayI've been dreading is here. Dean is leaving.
My parents let me sleep over last night. They thought I'd sleep in the guest room that Lydia turned into my bedroom, but during the night, I snuck into Dean's room to fall asleep in his arms and wake up next to him one last time.
It's 6 a.m., and Dean and I lie silently in his room. He finished packing last night, and his dad loaded up the car in the garage while I helped Lydia cook dinner, but now it's time to leave. His flight is in a couple of hours, and my heart is breaking. I can literally feel it breaking inside my chest.
Silently, we both climb out of bed and get dressed. We don't look at each other, and I know he's feeling everything that I'm feeling. With his back to me, I slip out of his bedroom and walk silently down the hallway toward my guest bedroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.
By the time it’s seven, I’ve given in. I can’t hide anymore. I'd already heard his parents wake up a little bit ago, and soon they'd have to leave.
Walking on tiptoes to keep quiet, I exit my bedroom and pad down the stairs. Dean is in the living room, zipping his suitcase. When he spots me, he rushes toward me and wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly against his chest.
That's when the first tear falls. I'd been trying so hard to stay strong and not give in to my emotions. I don’t want to cry, but I'm fucking failing because now I'm crying against his chest, wishing that I didn't have to let him go.