“Now, unfortunately, I can’t be romantic and carry you up this damn death trap,” I said, setting her down and staring up into the trees. “So, you’ll have to settle for me meeting you up there.”
“It’s not a death trap,” she laughed, beginning to climb. “You’re being dramatic.”
Her hips swayed lightly with each step she took, and I couldn’t look away. Soft blue panties peeked out from under her dress. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional, but the little smirk she gave me as she climbed up and stared down at me from the top was enough to make me think it was.
Oh god, I was so painfully hard. Watching her, combined with the anticipation of what we were about to do, was more than enough. I needed to cool it down or else she was going to look back on our first time in disappointment.
I made quick work of the climb and closed the hatch behind me. I sat back on my heels, suddenly feeling nervous. I wasn’t sure what to do or how to start, but then I found Cleo’s big blue eyes. With the moonlight spilling through the window, she looked beautiful. Like a queen.
Our positions were nearly identical, with her hands in her lap and a soft smile on her lips. She fidgeted slightly, shifting her weight from one leg to the other.
“Um, before we do this,” she began, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear, “Do you have a condom?”
I didn’t want her to think I was presumptuous, but I’d been carrying one with me for a few months now. It wasn’t that I thought something was actually going to happen, but I wanted to be prepared when it did. The last thing I wanted was for the two of us to do something that would force us into conversations and decisions neither of us were ready for yet.
“I do,” I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling it from my wallet.
“You came prepared,” she said, reaching into the small chest on the shelf. I didn’t realize what she was holding until it hit the light. “But so did I.”
Something about it made me smile, that she was just as eager as I was. I tried to be very intentional with my words and actions, especially when it came to sex. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel pressured. I’d seen it happen a few times with friends from school and hated the thought of anyone pushing someone past their comfort zone.
“How long have you been planning this, bluebird?”
Even though it was dark, I could see the pretty pink blush across her cheeks. “I just wanted to be ready. I was planning on taking them out before we left, but…”
“But,” I said softly, reaching forward for her hand. My palm was sweaty, and so was hers when I gave her a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll take this however fast or slow you wanna go, okay?”
“I trust you.” Her whispered words in the darkness were the only confirmation I needed.
I leaned forward and kissed her. My hands slowly ran up her arms until her hair was threaded between my fingers. Cleo melted in my hold, letting me tilt her face however I wanted, which only made me greedy.
She let out a little gasp as I bit down on her lip—a sweet little sound that had blood rushing to… somewhere. It was freeing to do what we wanted, to not worry about having to stop. I knew it was selfish, but as she ran her fingers across my denim-clad thighs, I realized she was being just as greedy as I was.
There were times I wondered what this moment would look like. Most movies and TV shows painted one of two pictures when it came to characters losing their virginity. Either it wasthis overly romantic serenade with rose petals and candles in some ridiculous hotel room with soft jazz playing in the background, or it happened in the back seat of a truck and lasted only a matter of minutes.
Location aside, when I imagined Cleo and me in that position, I’d assumed I would take a more dominant role, that I’d have to guide her and force myself to go at a pace she was comfortable with. It seemed, however, I might’ve been wrong about that.
It was like a dam broke. After two years of heated moments and sexual frustration, neither of us was able to hold back any longer. Cleo broke our kiss to straddle my hips. The angle was awkward until she wrapped her arms around my neck and began grinding down on me. We were a tangle of limbs, frantically clawing at each other through our clothes as we explored the other’s body.
Having her in my arms felt so damn good. To be able to take and take and take, to hear the sounds of pleasure I took as encouragement. All of it went right below the belt, something I was increasingly aware of with each sweet drag of her hips.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” I breathed, tipping my head back on a groan as she moved. Her tongue danced along my earlobe, dragging it into her mouth with her teeth. “You gotta stop doing that. I’m gonna come in my pants.”
Cleo leaned back, giving me a Cheshire smile before rolling her hips yet again. “I heard the first time is usually quick for guys, but you recover pretty easily. I thought we’d get the first one outta the way.”
I wasn’t the religious type, but this fucking woman had me praying more in the past five minutes than I ever had in my life. “Okay, uh, well, do you think we could not do it like this?” I panted. “Like literally any other way? I’ll do it myself if you want, but please, for the love of god, don’t tease me like this.”
Her lips parted in surprise, and then she snapped them shut. “You’d do that?”
I nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I don’t wanna be a one pump kinda guy. I’d like this to last, too.”
“Can I watch?” she asked, looking at me through long, fluttering lashes. There was something in her voice that sounded coy and unsure, a hint of the shyness I expected from her, but that twinkle in her eye gave her away.
“Is my girl a little kinky?” I asked, raising my brows.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just… I don’t know, Grady, I like the idea of watching you. Of knowing what you like, what turns you on.”
“That’s a short list,” I laughed. “It’s you, you, and—oh yeah, that’s right—you.”
