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“Stephen…” I whimper as his large hands cup and kiss me.
I’m on fire, threading my fingers into his hair. His mouth feels so good against my skin, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing, perching my ass on the edge of the sink.
We’re locked in my brother’s small half bathroom, and he’s making my dreams come true.
“You still want this?” His voice is hot at my ear as he shoves my skirt up to my waist.
“Yes.” I gasp, gripping his neck. God, yes…
His belt clinks, and I wait as he rolls on the condom. Our eyes meet once more, and his burn with desire. Everything’s going to change after this. He’s going to fall in love with me. I just know it.
Large palms go under my thighs, lifting them, and I feel the tip of his cock touching me, probing… It’s about to happen… Then all at once…
Oh, holy shit! My eyes squeeze shut, and I bite my lower lip hard, letting out a little moan of pain.
“Fuck, Emmy,” he groans in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I make a little noise of assent, gripping his shoulders. His massive cock rips through my virginity, and it hurts so much more than I expected. He has no idea, of course, and I have no intention of telling him. I know for certain Stephen Hastings would not deflower me so roughly.
Rotating my hips, I do my best to accommodate this distinct sense of fullness. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I focus on his scent, spicy sweat and fresh soap. It’s warm and good. He groans again, thrusting faster at my movements.
“Yes…” His lips find mine, kissing me quickly, a touch of his tongue leaves me wanting more. “Like that.”
His face is in my hair, and as he moves faster, somehow the pain begins to subside. It transforms into numbness, until gradually, gradually, the smallest flicker of warmth blooms in my lower belly.
“Come for me.” Hot breath is at my ear, and my forehead tightens. Can I?
Warm hands cup my ass, lifting me off the sink and turning us to the wall. The pain is gone, and my body slides up and down against his hard pelvis. His cock glides in and out, the ridge of its head working my insides. My clit is against his shaft, and something begins to happen. Prickling warmth starts to grow. It gets stronger, and I forget everything but chasing it down.
My thighs tighten around him, and I’m pumping my body up and down, riding him, wanting that tingling heat to keep getting hotter. I’m desperate, gripping his skin and moaning as the orgasm creeps higher up my thighs.
“Fuck, Emmy.” He groans, fucking me harder.
“Yes…” It’s almost there. “Yes!” It’s right there… the tightness in my lower stomach.
It bursts through me, and I moan so loud. It’s like a million fireworks shooting through my veins. My vision goes white. I’m flying, and I feel it when his orgasm breaks, pulsing deep inside me as he comes with a loud noise.
I’m shaking. My thighs shudder and grip him, and he holds me. He holds still as we both fly through space together, soaring past galaxies, touching the stars. It’s amazing.
Gradually, I blink open my eyes, and through the haze, I see us in the mirror, our bodies molded perfectly together. It’s just like I dreamed it would be. My arms are around his neck, our bodies flush. It only lasts a moment.
The noise of the party outside creeps into our little cocoon. He reaches between us, lowering me to my feet as he grips the condom and quickly disposes of it. I feel like a newborn colt, my legs are so shaky.
His back is to me, and his shoulders broaden as he takes a deep breath. Then he moves to the sink to wash his hands. “It’s been a while since I’ve done that.” He sounds apologetic.
Shoving my skirt down, I straighten my bra, struggling to get a grip. “What? Bathroom fucked at a party?” I’m shook.
He cuts off the water and dries his hands on the towel as I button my shirt. I’ve managed to get myself together when he steps to me, putting one hand above my head on the wall and leaning close. “Had sex, period.” Leaning down he kisses my cheek. “You were great.”
He steps back, and just like that, he’s ready to go.
“That’s it?” I’m confused. The devastation hasn’t hit me yet.
“I think I’ll head on home.” He reaches out and pats my upper arm. “Good luck at school.”
I recoil from his touch. Are you kidding me? Good luck at school?
Loud banging startles me. A female voice shouts through the door, “Hurry up in there!”
