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“Wrap your sexy legs around me.”
I shifted to do as he asked, nestling him within the apex of my thighs, feeling my back against the car door while squeezing the span of his waist with my thighs. The tip of his cock was only inches from my entrance.
“Shit, the condoms are in my bathroom.”
Obviously, times had changed from when he’d had sex at parties if he didn’t have one in his wallet. He carried me into the house like a man on a mission.
Once in his room, he set me on my feet at the side of the bed, trailing kisses down my neck. “Turn around,” he commanded gruffly.
I obliged, feeling him unzip my dress from the back, peeling it from my shoulders. His mouth left a trail where the straps had been as the material pooled at my feet. Once my bra was off, I stood there completely naked anticipating his touch. A hand splayed my waist from behind while his fingers from the other one dipped down to my sex. I could feel his erection behind me and then was suddenly spun around. His lips took mine greedily, while he urged me back onto the bed. Then he was kneeling down, gently taking off my boot and shoe. “You tell me if anything hurts your ankle.”
I nodded, watching him walk to the bathroom and return with a box of condoms, setting it on the nightstand.
He took a single foil packet, ripping into it with his teeth and then holding it out for me.
Oh, crap. My mind frantically tried to recall high school health class with the condom and the cucumber. A flash of panic hit me about whether to disclose it being my first time. If I did though, what would it mean?
But the moment all of his clothes came off, every thought, doubt, and brain cell exited. Holy shit. Colby Singer was naked, and he was spectacular. Then he was on me, scorching and firm everywhere to the touch, kissing me fervently.
“Put it on me, sweetheart,” he urged, with both of us now on our sides, wrapped up in one another with him kissing behind my ear, down my neck.
With shaking hands, I managed to slip the condom down his hard length as his fingers found me wet and wanting.
“One more orgasm for your tight pussy to get it ready.”
I threw my head back while he strummed my clit with practiced skill and embarrassingly quick results—I went off like a cannon only a couple minutes later. He added another finger inside of me, then one more, stretching me exquisitely. Moving me onto my back, he spread my knees apart to make room for him between them.
He aligned his erection between the lips of my sex, causing me to gasp at the sensation of the imminent penetration. Bracing myself for the initial pain, I was thankful when his mouth took mine, and he thrust in quickly. “Oh, God,” I whimpered, feeling the sting and then the delicious burn from the unfamiliar intrusion.
Inching out, he pushed back in, deeper this time. When he buried his face in my neck, I could feel his labored breaths. “Christ, you’re snug.”
“That’s a good thing, right?” His hand gripped one side of my ass, lifting me up to meet his strokes. My initial discomfort was finally giving way to unbelievable pleasure.
He chuckled. “Hell, yes, although I may not last very long with the vise grip you have on me.”
Good grief, the man sure knew how to move his hips. “I think that makes two of us.” I arched my back, feeling him hit a particularly sensitive spot over and over, building my orgasm up steadily. When his mouth clamped down on my nipple, biting it gently, I cried out with my climax as I clutched his backside, pulling him deeper into me.
“Fuck,” he groaned on a final thrust, seating himself fully and pinning my hips down to the mattress as he grinded out his own climax.
We lay there, letting our breathing settle until he rolled off of me slowly. “You okay?”
I was better than okay. I felt fantastic after three orgasms, despite the soreness from my first time. “Uh-huh. Clearly you weren’t exaggerating your capabilities beyond the kiss.”
He grinned, leaning in to nibble my bottom lip before getting up. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare get dressed.” He disappeared into the bathroom, I assumed to dispose of the condom.
Pulling up the comforter, I waited for him to return and snuggle into me. Naked cuddling was on the table for the first time, and I, for one, couldn’t wait.
Instead, the light flipped on suddenly with his raised voice startling me. “Why is there blood?” He was looming over the bed, still naked.
“What?” My brain slowly caught up with his words. Shit, he must’ve seen it on the condom.
“Why was there blood, Kenz?” He looked completely panic-stricken.
“It’s not a big deal.” My voice was small.
His eyes narrowed. “Tell me you weren’t a fucking virgin.”
My face heated, and when he pulled back the comforter, I cringed at where his gaze rested. On the unmistakable blood spots showing on the sheet.
