Page 32 of Ranger’s Protection

"It was perfect. You're perfect." I reach up to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw. "I want more. Want you inside me. Want to feel what it's like to be connected to you completely."

His eyes darken at my words, and I feel something hard pressing against my hip through his jeans. He's aroused, has been this whole time while he focused entirely on my pleasure without asking for anything in return.

"You sure?" he asks. "We can stop here. You don't owe me anything just because I rescued you or made you come."

"I know I don't owe you. I want this. Want you." I pull him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips. "Please, Graham. Make love to me."

He groans against my mouth. "Fuck, Delilah. The things you do to me."

"What do I do to you?"

"Make me lose control. Make me want things I shouldn't want. Make me feel things I'm not supposed to feel for someone I just met." He kisses me again, harder this time. "You make me lose my fucking mind."

"Good," I whisper against his lips. "I want you to lose your mind with me."

He sits up and starts stripping off his clothes. Jacket first, then his shirt, revealing a body that's lean and toned and covered in scars I want to ask about later. His chest has a few scattered tattoos, nothing excessive but enough to make him look dangerous. He stands to remove his jeans and boxer briefs, and I get my first look at him fully naked.

Oh.

He's... he's big. Bigger than I expected, though I don't have much reference for comparison beyond anatomy textbooks and awkward sex-ed classes. His cock is hard and thick, flushed dark with arousal, and there's a bead of moisture at the tip that makes my mouth water.

"Still sure?" he asks, catching me staring.

"Yes. Definitely yes. I just... you're beautiful."

He chuckles. "Men aren't beautiful."

"You are. Every part of you." I spread my legs wider in invitation. "Please. I need you."

He settles between my legs, bracing himself on his forearms so he's hovering over me. Close enough that I can feel his breath on my face, see every fleck of color in his hazel eyes. I can feel the heat of his cock against my thigh, hard and demanding.

"This might hurt," he warns. "I'll go slow, but your first time usually does. Tell me if it's too much and I'll stop. Okay?"

"Okay."

He reaches between us and positions himself at my entrance. I feel the blunt pressure of his cock against my pussy, and my whole body tenses in anticipation.

"Breathe," he reminds me. "Just breathe and try to relax."

I take a deep breath and focus on his face. On the way he's looking at me like I'm precious. Like I matter. Like this moment matters.

He pushes in slowly, just the tip at first. The stretch is immediate and intense, nothing like his fingers. My body resists, muscles clenching around the thick head of his cock.

"Easy," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're doing so good, baby. Just a little more."

He pushes deeper, inch by inch, and the burn intensifies. It's not unbearable, but it's not comfortable either. A strange fullness that my body doesn't know what to do with. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he forces my virgin pussy to accommodate him.

"You okay?" he asks, holding perfectly still when he's maybe halfway inside.

"Yeah. It just... it feels weird. Not bad, just different. So full already."

"It'll get better. I promise." He kisses me again, his lips tender even as his cock stretches me open. "I'm going to push all the way in now. Deep breath."

I breathe in, and he thrusts the rest of the way inside me. I cry out from the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled. Of having him buried so deep inside me that I can't tell where I end and he begins. Of losing my virginity to a man I met today and feeling absolutely certain it's the right choice.

"Fuck," Graham breathes, his whole body trembling above me. Sweat is already forming on his brow from the restraint it's taking not to move. "You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect. Like you were made for my cock."

"Does it feel good for you?" I ask, my voice shaky. "I don't know what I'm doing. I might be doing it wrong."