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She laughed.
“It’s not funny,” he growled. It was all he could bring himself to say.
“Sorry, I thought you changed your mind and I always laugh after I’m really nervous.” She pushed up on her elbows. “Um…I’m protected. I’ve been on the Depo shot since I was sixteen. My mom didn’t want me to end up a teen mom like her.”
His dick twitched as a surge of arousal shot through it at what it thought she was suggesting. “I’m clean. I got tested over Thanksgiving before I had to leave to go overseas on an assignment and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeated as he pushed his shorts all the way down.
Her short intake of air made him swell even larger. She lay back down and he moved over her and reached between them and positioned his engorged head at her entrance. Every cell in his body was screaming to thrust powerfully into her, but he held himself back. She was a virgin. He had to be gentle. He didn’t want to hurt her, not in a million years. He needed to control his own powerful impulses to make sure that he saved her from discomfort and pain and give her pleasure. Even if it took every ounce of will he possessed…and he was pretty sure it was going to.
He leaned down and kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, and ran his hands up and down her sides and belly. He paid attention to every small nuance in her body that he could feel under his hands. He wanted her as relaxed and ready for him as possible when he slid into her.
His hand continued between her legs and it easily slid down her sex, which was coated with her juices. He ran his finger up and down her seam and over her swollen nub. He teased her opening with the tip of his finger and her body clamped around him so tightly beads of sweat broke out on his brow at the thought of how good she was going to feel around his dick.
Her breathing started coming in shorter pants as she grew wetter with each stroke of his finger. When he could sense that the moment was right, he replaced his finger with his rock hard erection and slid inside of her as gently as he could manage. She broke their kiss and gasped as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and buried her head in the crook of his neck. He felt every one of her muscles, which had previously been so liquid, go tense and rigid.
He froze, fear shooting through him at the idea that he might have caused her even a small amount of discomfort. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he whispered in her ear.
She shook her head quickly. “It’s fine,” she assured him.
“I don’t want it to be fine,” he told her. “If it hurts, we’re stopping.”
“No.” She wrapped her arms tightly around him to hold him in place. “It was just…surprising at first. There was more pressure than I was expecting. Maybe a little twinge of pain. But I want you to keep going. It feels good, too. I don’t want you to stop. My body knows that it’s gonna feel good…like an instinct. Please don’t stop.”
The note of pleading in her voice on that last sentence was almost too much for him to bear. He closed his eyes at the wave of sheer lust that pounded through him and pressed his head against her neck, breathing in her sweet smell. He couldn’t get enough of her. But it was more than just her, it was what she did to him. Who she turned him into. This shuddering mass of a man, so out of control. Spinning around her orbit. Before he met her, he would have sworn that he would never, could never, be like this. Now he couldn’t imagine it any other way.
“Please,” she begged again and he felt her inner muscles pulse as her body relaxed and accepted him.
He moved inside of her, slowly at first, but building up quickly in both speed and intensity as he felt her body responding to him. He heard her moans and whimpers, which then melted into small exclamations, begging him to “please keep going” and “Oh, God, please don’t stop.” Well, he was certainly going to give her what she wanted.
He could hardly believe how tightly her body enveloped him. He couldn’t get over the fact that he was really her first. The first man to touch her, the first to kiss her most private places, the first to bury himself inside of her. If he had anything to say about it, he would be not just the first but the only man to do all of those things, and he would be doing them forever. For the rest of their lives.
It still blew his mind that he was having thoughts like that. He’d never had them before. Not about anyone. But here he was, as he made love to Ginny Valentine, thinking about forever. And as out of character as it was for him, it also felt absolutely right.
He pumped in and out of her, losing track of time, immersed in just the amazing physical and spiritual sensations rushing through his body. He lost himself and the next thing he knew, she began shaking in his arms and she silently cried out. Then without warning his own orgasm overtook him like a freight train. It slammed into him like a locomotive.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as he rode out his release and she wrapped her arms and legs around him and did the same. When he came back to his senses after the lust fog had cleared and he was able to think rationally again, he glanced around the room.
His earlier objections to the basement rose up to the surface again. She deserved so much more than this—she deserved the world. But, at this moment, this was what they had, so he would make the best of it.
He rolled onto his back and pulled her with him so that she was snuggled in the crook of his arm. With his free hand he pulled the throw blanket that lay across the back of the couch and covered the two of them with it as he tried to process all he was feeling for the woman beside him.
He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. “Next time,” he promised her in a whisper. “Next time will be so much more special than this.”
She looked up at him, her eyes shining, her lips spread in a wide smile as she touched the side of his face. “Not possible.”
