I gaze up at Blake, taking in the beautiful blush panting his skin.
And then I reach a hand between my legs and play with my clit.
“Oh, yes,” I say through a breathy moan.
His eyes go wide when he sees me touching myself
“Briar, what are you…” He cuts himself off with a hard swallow. The look in his eyes darkens as he watches me.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I say.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters.
I watch him watch me. I take in the way his pupils dilate, the way his breathing kicks up, the way his gaze focuses and sharpens.
He looks me in the eyes again. We stare at each other for a long moment, both of us breathing hard.
Blake is seeing me in the most vulnerable moment I’ve ever had—naked, touching myself, in the middle of losing my virginity—and he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in this world that he wants. The only thing that matters.
A warm, settled feeling swoops through me.
“Is this good for you?” I ask. “When you said you wanted me to touch myself, is this what you pictured?”
His mouth curves up in a devilish smile. He bites my bottom lip softly.
“This is way, way hotter than anything I could have imagined.”
We make out for a minute.
“Can you thrust now?” I ask him.
He closes his eyes, like he needs a moment. Then he nods.
“Not too hard though, okay? You’re really big, and I don’t think I can?—”
He cuts me off with a kiss. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me, Briar. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Always.”
My heart tumbles. I swallow as comfort settles deeper in my chest.
Blake moves slowly, his thrust shallow. I gasp.
“Is that too much?” he asks.
“No, it’s perfect,” I rasp.
He gives me another measured, steady thrust. Then another. And another. It’s slow and intense and perfect. Exactly what I need—what I want.
I settle into that deliciously stretched-out feeling while I play with my clit. Pleasure winds tighter inside of me, settling low in my belly and between my legs, burning hotter by the second.
Minutes pass. My leg muscles tense and shake, and my breathing turns ragged and desperate.
“I’m almost…oh, god…yes…right there…” I trail off as I plummet straight off the edge.
The pleasure combines with that too-full feeling, pulling me under. Those sparks of discomfort I felt earlier melt away instantly as ecstasy takes over.
Electricity zooms through me. My body moves like it’s in a frenzy, tense and trembling and warm all over. My head rolls back, and my toes curl.
I can’t see anything. Everything’s fuzzy. Even my hearing. All I can make out is my pulse pounding in my ears.
