Every time we’re physical like this, I fall for him a little more. But it’s not just about the sex…it’s about the intimacy altogether. It’s the simple moments, like the way he looked at me during dinner, or how he holds the door for me. Everything about him is drawing me in deeper and deeper. I’m afraid there’s no going back.
I just might be in love with this man.
His cock grows harder in my mouth and then he urges me up and spins me onto the bed on my knees. Suddenly, his hands are everywhere. My breasts, between my legs, working all the sensitive places that drive me mad. The little drawer on the side table opens and closes. Bracing myself for what’s coming, I raise my ass in the air, giving him access. But he flips me onto my back and buries his face between my legs.
He makes me come so fast, I’m barely aware that it’s about to happen. One second, pleasure; the next, pure ecstasy. His fingers pump into my tight channel as I orgasm, drawing out the pleasure until I’m limp from it.
Dazed, I watch him settle between my legs, shaft gripped in his hand, slowly tracing my entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Do you want this?” he asks, his voice a low growl. “All of it?”
“Yes, but…” I study him, narrowing my eyes, confused and more than a little nervous. “But you said we couldn’t.”
He bounces the head of his cock against my clit, making me hiss with the delicious feeling of sensory overload.
“What do you want, Piper?” he asks. “Just tell me what you want.”
This. I’ve never wanted anything more than this. I love how he pleasures me, but there’s always a sense of incompleteness when we’re done, my body still craving to be filled.
Locking my gaze onto his, I say, “I want you inside me. Allof you. I want…you.”
Even if it ruins my chances at marriage. It’s probably already too late for me anyway. Because I’m in love with Nate Windemere.
He nods and slides off the bed, going over to the nightstand. I’m vaguely aware of the sound of a drawer opening, of foil ripping. When he climbs back onto the bed, I watch him kneel between my thighs again and roll on a condom. My heartbeat is so loud, I can hear it pounding in my ears.
“Try to relax,” he says as he positions the tip of his cock right against my opening.
“I am,” I say. “I trust you.”
I feel a hot throb as he presses closer and closer, almost entering me. Oh my God. This is happening. It’s really happening. But he hesitates, prolonging our eye contact.
“I want you,” I repeat.
He’s already been inside my body, so I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It can’t possibly feel that much different. This seems more personal, though. More intimate. It’s the one thing I’ve longed for to fully connect us. I’ve fantasized about having him as my first, but I never imagined this part. The anticipation. The breathlessness. The needy ache at my center, coiling so tight I could scream.
He kisses along my neck and collarbone as he moves his body over me, suckling at my skin with little nips that will probably bruise. And then my brain snaps into full concentration mode as he enters me. So slowly, so carefully. Both of us gasping as he pushes deeper inside.
I wince at the slight burning sensation as my body stretches to accommodate his size. It’s not too bad until he slides in further, further, filling and stretching meto the hilt. My moan turns into another gasp as a blaze of hot pain flares, and then he’s fully inside, his pelvis wedged against mine.
His cock filling me completely.
“Nate,” I rasp, my voice trembling. Emotion rolls over me. I can’t control it, so I don’t try.
Suddenly, he’s kissing me again as he starts to move. The thrusts feel good and sharp at the same time, pleasure mixing with pain so that my brain can’t tell the difference. All I know is that I don’t want him to stop.
He slides a hand between us and strums my clit in time with his thrusts. My body grows even slicker and soon it doesn’t hurt anymore. The burning and stretching feelings are gone, replaced with the brand-new pleasure of his shaft stroking all the sensitive places inside me.
His body grows tense. Increasing the pace, he puts a hand beneath my ass and lifts me up, connecting us even more deeply. For a second, it hurts a little bit again, but then my clit takes over. It feels like every nerve ending between my legs is glowing, lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Nate, Nate, Nate,” I pant. But something is holding me back. I can’t come. I need?—
“Piper,” he whispers reverently. “I’m right here.”
And that’s it. That’s what sets me free. His voice in my ear spirals me into another orgasm, one that’s huge and shimmering and beautiful as it washes over me in sweet waves. Nate moans in my ear as he gives one last hard thrust and then shudders as he comes with me.
He rolls off me the second he’s finished and flings an arm over his forehead, breathing hard as if he’d just run a hard race. I can’t even move. Did that really just happen? I can hardly believe it.
Nate took my virginity.
