My muscles tighten and spasm around Blake’s thick, hard cock. I still can’t believe how big he is. I can’t believe I took almost all of him. I can’t believe I came the first time I ever had sex.
I didn’t think it was possible. I thought I’d be too uncomfortable.
But with Blake, it’s different. He made it all about me. My comfort, my safety, my pleasure.
Of course sex would be good with him. Whenever I’m with him, no matter what we’re doing, it’s always good. Better than good. It’s the best I’ve ever had.
When I start to come down, his body tenses over me. He lets out a rough grunt and mutters a curse before gently resting his mouth on my forehead.
“Did you come?” I ask.
He chuckles against my skin.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re so damn adorable.” He leans back to look at me. “Of course I came, Briar. I’m with you. I’ll nevernotcome when I’m with you.”
I grin up at him, feeling dizzy and floaty and happy. Insanely happy.
Slowly, he leans up on his knees and carefully, slowly pulls out of me.
He rests a hand on my stomach, his gaze watchful and focused as he studies me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect.”
He smiles. The look in his eyes is laced with relief and something else. Something warm and intense I can’t put a name to.
He slides off the bed and tosses the condom into the trash can by his desk, then crawls back under the covers with me.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. This is our favorite position together, I’ve realized. We always end up like this, no matter what we do: me cradled into him, surrounded by his massive, muscled body. Like he’s shielding me. Like he’s protecting me.
I close my eyes and let out a soft hum. This moment with Blake? This is bliss.
And as I drift off to sleep, I catch myself wishing I could have this forever.
Chapter 52
Blake
When I wake up, Briar is still cuddled in my arms, her head on my chest, sleeping soundly.
I yawn quietly so I don’t wake her. I glance over to the side, out the window overlooking the street bathed in early morning sunlight. I think about last night. How Briar and I had sex for the first time.
How she lost her virginity to me. How she’s my girlfriend.
That too-tight feeling hits me square in the chest. And sparks. Lots and lots of sparks.
My face, which is tight and groggy from sleep, stretches into a huge smile.
It all feels like a dream that I’ll wake up from someday. But it’s not a dream. It’s the real thing.
Briar is my girlfriend. And she chose to do the most intimate thing a person can do with their bodywith me.
That tight feeling loosens and melts, wrapping around my heart.
I gaze down at her beautiful sleeping face. She looks like an angel.
I want to wake up like this every day—with her in my arms, her head on my chest, feeling like the happiest, luckiest bastard in the whole world.
