He splutters, like he's about to either laugh or choke, or maybe both.
But he does it. He pulls out until only the head of his cock grazes my entrance, then he thrusts into me with one long, firm, powerful stroke. It's so good, so perfect, so much better than I even imagined. He fills me, consumes me, touches part of me no one and nothing, not even Big Jim, has touched before. Yeah, it's a little uncomfortable at first. I'm not used to having something so big inside me, but I get used to it quickly. And I love it.
"You feel so awesome," I say, desperate to touch him, but I can't. He's kneeling between my legs, holding my thighs while he thrusts in and out, in and out. "That's it, just like that. I love the way you fill me up. Don't stop. I want to feel you come inside me."
He groans deeply, his eyes sliding shut, the look on his face evincing pure pleasure, like I'm the best thing he's ever felt. "Ah, Arden. You're so tight and hot and slick." His whole face scrunches up. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."
"I will. I'm going to. I---" A cry disrupts my words as I clutch the pillow under my head and lift my hips in my desperate need to take him as far inside as humanly possible. A climax builds within me, like a tsunami rolling across the ocean, getting higher and higher the closer it barrels toward the shore. I know I'll come soon, any second, and I can't wait to feel that happen while he's driving into me. "Yes, Reese, more. Harder. Faster. Please, I need you to---"
He growls---swear to God he does, like a ravenous animal---then plants his hands on the bed at either side of me and lunges into me so hard and so deep and so fast that I can't hold back anymore. That tsunami crashes through me while I scream his name and lash all my limbs around him, my body milking him so fiercely I wonder if I'm hurting him. Oh shit, this is better than I imagined, better than I could ever have hoped.
Reese lets out a deep, throaty roar and plows into me with the hardest thrust ever. Then he freezes and shouts. I feel him pulsing, then he backs out and plows into me again, harder, his face wrenched with pleasure-pain. I feel him pulse again as he calls out my name in a strangled shout.
We're both gasping for breath.
He drops onto the bed beside me, landing on his back.
Neither of us speaks for a minute. I can't speak for sure, and I'm betting he feels the same way. Breathless. Awestruck. So completely satisfied that there's no word for it in any language on earth.
"Wow," I say when I can finally speak. "Wow. I mean... wow, Reese, wow."
He laughs softly. "Would you like to say 'wow' a few more times? To make sure I heard you. I may have gone blind and deaf from what we did."
"If you know I said 'wow,' you're not deaf." I wave a hand in his face. "Can you see that?"
"Yes, I see it." He grabs my hand and thrusts my middle finger into his mouth, releasing it little by little. "And I taste it."
His voice gets lower and sexier when he says that, and it makes my clit throb.
I don't know if I can survive another orgasm right now, so I tell him, "Please stop sounding all hot and hungry like that. It's making me horny again."
"And that's a bad thing?" He rolls onto his side to face me and feathers his lips over mine. "You are not only the sexiest woman I've ever seen. You're also hands down the best shag I've ever had."
"But I'm a virgin."
"Not anymore." He lays a hand over my mound, those long fingers curving over it, down between my thighs. "This belongs to me now. Finders keepers and all that bollocks."
"My vagina is not your property." I flip onto my side, gazing into his eyes. "But you can have a lease with option to buy."
He screws up his mouth, averting his gaze. "I'm not the sort who buys anything, not even a car."
"I wasn't begging you to marry me, Reese. It was a joke, that's all."
He lays back on the bed and rubs a hand over his eyes. "Maybe I've made a big mistake by taking your virginity. Naturally, you'll think of me as... someone special, or something."
"No, I won't. Promise." But I do feel kind of connected to him, which is dumb since I've known him for a smidge more than twenty-four hours. Still, that soft, glowy feeling in my chest is spreading into my tummy, and I think I might be in trouble. But I tell him, "Don't worry. I won't get all attached to you and cyber-stalk your fine ass after you go home to England."
"Hmm." Reese lifts his arm, a clear invitation to cuddle up, so I do. He folds his arm around me, his fingers caressing my skin. "I like you, Arden, and this was bloody fantastic. But nobody can know what we've done. Chance and Elena wouldn't like it."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Hurting them would suck, and it's not worth it since neither of us wants more than sex. And we're done with that."
I say the words---and intellectually, I mean them---but that glowy sensation won't leave me alone. Maybe it's the afterglow of a monumental orgasm. Maybe in a few hours, it'll go away. I don't want a relationship. All I wanted was to cross that finish line, and I've done it. Reese did it, actually. And holy wow, did he ever do a spectacular job.
"Good, we're agreed," he says, still holding me close. "One amazing night, and it's over."
"Yes. It's over." I paint tiny patterns on his chest with my finger. "Unless we do it one more time. Which, you know, would really be part of the same night."
"Right. I haven't fully inducted you into the world of earth-shattering sex yet, have I?"