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“I want that, too.” I go up on my elbows, kissing his mouth. “Come back to me, Teddy.”
It takes a few moments of kissing his lips before they begin to soften. And then he makes a broken sound, dropping his weight fully on top of me, kissing me frantically. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You just drive me fucking insane, Iris. I’m obsessed with you. I’m out of my head.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper as his teeth latch onto my ear, scrape down my neck. “I love you. I’m sorry.”
After feasting beneath my ear, mashing his lips and teeth into the curve of my throat, neck, shoulder, he moves lower. Kissing down my body until he reaches my skirt, working it up to my hips. His hot breaths bathe my inner thighs and I try not to squirm self-consciously as he looks his fill, nibbling at sensitive flesh, before parting my sex with a groaning lick.
“Oh. Honey. So goddamn wet for your man.” He presses his face to me, rubbing it side to side. Reveling. “Good girl.”
His voice is still incredibly strained, his fingers bruising on my thighs where he holds them open, but he’s working to regain control. The effort is causing him to shake, but he’s trying. And oh…oh God, he’s found that little nub with his tongue and he’s teasing it with bats and kisses, laboring to breathe when he finally gives it a stiff lick that makes me cry out, my back arching in the bed of the truck.
“I’m going to finger you, honey. To let your body know I’m coming.” We lock eyes over the writhing length of my body, his tongue flickering against my swelling bud and he slowly, slowly, pushes his middle finger inside of me.
Starbursts pop behind my eyes.
Something deep, deep in my belly wakes up and rejoices, clenches, asks for more.
I don’t know what’s happening. I expected pain the first time something entered me, especially Teddy’s long, thick finger, but I’m not getting any. “M-more…” I croak.
His eyes darken, cheekbones awash with color, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. With a rigid jaw, he adds his index finger, pressing both of them deep, but not too deep. It’s obvious he’s holding back, not wanting to go past the barrier of my virginity. I want him to, though. No, that’s an understatement. Whereas a moment ago, I was scared of him hurting me, I’m suddenly desperate for him to fill me with his shaft. Completely. His fingers feel divine. They spread warmth wherever they touch. My hips roll encouragingly and I babble incoherently, trying to express what’s happening inside of me, but I don’t know if I could even if I were able.
I’m a virgin. But my body isn’t reacting like one.
It’s eager. I’m so eager for contact with his naked body, I’m stammering his name, clawing at his shoulders. I want him unleashed on me. What was I thinking slowing him down?
“Honey, what’s wrong?” He prowls up my body, concern deeply etched into his forehead. “Were my fingers too much?”
I shake my head frantically. “N-not enough.”
His beautiful head tilts, his frown deepening. “Help me understand.”
“I don’t know if I can. I just…I thought you being inside of me w-would hurt or feel weird, but I like it. I love it.”
Understanding dawns and his bare, sweaty chest starts to shudder up and down. “My girlfriend is the holy grail of virgins. Is that it?” Without breaking eye contact, he wrenches up my shirt and tugs down the cups of my bra, exposing my hard nipples. And I whimper, arching my back, showing myself to him. Begging. “You were scared. But now that you’ve gotten a little preview, you want to get banged like a barn door in a storm, is that right?”
“I didn’t realize…” I whisper. “I didn’t know it would feel l-like…”
“Like what?”
“Like I’ve just been waiting for you to…”
“Track you down and sink something good and deep between these pretty thighs?” He guides his arousal to my entrance and eases in the tip, gritting his teeth. “Be sure, Iris. Once that cherry juice is dripping off my balls, not even that sweet little voice calling me your hero is going to slow me down.”
Tremors move through me, my femininity squeezing and weeping, demanding to be filled. I can’t believe what’s happening. Is it supposed to be like this? Have I been secretly depraved this whole time and never realized? “Please,” I sob, the sluice of wetness through my folds unbearable without him. Without him taking me, experiencing me. “Hard, Teddy. Fast.”
“Son of a bitch,” he growls, positioning himself, then bracing his right hand on the cab of the truck over my head. With a strangled roar, he punches his hips forward—and unleashes total euphoria inside of me. There’s a gentle tear, one that we both acknowledge with a hard kiss, twin expressions of lust and wonder, but there’s no pain. Instead, there’s a voraciousness. His full, pulsing member inside of my body is like a drug, a brand, an on switch. I’m someone else now. Someone who has been living with hidden needs without realizing it.
