Page 24 of Winning Her

I could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against my thigh, and I had a moment of fear. Just what was I doing? I’d been saving myself for this man, but just to give it up in an impulsive moment could only come back to bite me in the ass.

But I didn’t stop him. He lowered his upper body on his arms, pressing his forehead against mine and holding my eyes as he swiveled his hips. I shivered, feeling the head of his cock sliding between my wet folds without actually entering me.

“Trent,” I moaned, squirming under him, trying to take him inside of me.

He smirked down at me, and I squirmed some more as he moved his hips, searching. The head of his cock found my entrance at last, and I held my breath as he pushed relentlessly forward. There was a frown on his face when he was met with some resistance, but he didn’t stop, and I gasped when I felt a quick flash of pain. Trent didn’t notice the pain twisting my expression; his own eyes had slid shut.

“Shit,” he hissed through gritted teeth. He threw his head back, and I watched the cords in his throat strain as he slowly slid into me. “You’re so tight, Jessi.”

Well, yes, I thought hysterically. It is my first time, after all!

But all I could do was clutch onto his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh, thankful he was at least careful with me. He bottomed out and paused so we could breathe. He opened his eyes again and looked down to meet my gaze.

I’m doing it, I thought. I’m having sex with Trent Thompson!

I couldn’t describe my excitement, my happiness in that moment. I’d forgotten all about how I didn’t like him, didn’t want to see him. My eyes stung with tears.

Then he started to move, and I thought I would shatter.

9

Trent

I’d been trying to get her out of my head all day. I wasn't the type of guy to ponder. Fuck! I never did that, but with Jessi, the more I tried to get her out of my mind, the more she popped back into it. I felt like some lovesick teenager and I hated it. It was as if she was taunting me on purpose, because the moment I did finally go through a good couple of hours of not thinking about her, it was brought to a dramatic end as I bumped into her.

Instead, I’d let myself get lost in her expression. I hadn't seen her for years, and sudden longing hit me to have her in my arms, no matter how accidental. She wasn’t pulling away from me either, and because of that I wasn’t immediately pushing her away. In fact, my instincts in that moment were begging for me to pull her closer to me instead.

So sweet, I thought. So intoxicatingly sweet, the one thing about her that hadn't changed over the years.

She had changed though, so much. And now, with her held in my arms, there was no running from it.

Her hair was a light blonde-brown, falling to her waist, parted in the middle and pushed back away from her face. Before, she’d had bangs that hid her face. I approved of the hairstyle change, and hoped she’d done it realizing she’d never needed to hide in the first place; she’d always been beautiful, she’d only grown more so.

Jessi’s eyes were a light brown that was made that much lighter by the shades in her hair, varying from darkest brown to a golden blond, and they looked like they were dancing every time she smiled. She rarely smiled at me, so I’d only ever got to see the look when it was aimed at other people.

She was also as small as she’d ever been. At five foot five, I was a head taller than her. But the body pressed against mine was nowhere near the skinny, gangly teenager I remembered.

Fuck, I was in trouble.

Jessi was all warm, soft curves, and the moment that sunk into my mind, I knew I needed to pull away before she noticed my body starting to stir. I’d pretty much been half hard the whole day because of her, but I’d got a handle on it until now. It would be too humiliating, even though she looked a little bit tipsy, to let her know just how much she affected me when my first instinct around her was usually to dismiss her.

But she wouldn’t let me withdraw. Instead, she kissed me. Only, it wasn’t the same innocent press of lips as before, her tongue sliding into my mouth at my gasp of surprise. Then I was kissing her back.

She was too sweet to resist, and I gave into my decades of longing for something warm and wonderful, just this once. There would be repercussions, but I could deal with them later.

Minutes later, I had her in my room, in my bed and under me as I slid into her.

It felt amazing…

It was hardly my first time having sex. I’d lost my virginity pretty early on because I didn’t think it was anything too important to hold onto. Though it might have been my imagination, it was different with Jessi.

She moaned under me, her legs tightening around my waist as her nails dug into my lower back. My eyes fluttered open as my head ducked down, and I caught her eyes.

“What is it?” I whispered, moving my hips just slightly, and watching in fascination as her eyes widened and she let out a few gasps as she squirmed again.

It affected me too, of course, and I couldn’t help letting out a low groan as I moved some more.

I want this to last.