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Maggie
Ican’t believe this is happening. It’s like a dream where my darkest fantasy has come true. His every word, his every touch, is exactly what I imagined.
As he settles between my thighs, he watches me. Then he traces his fingers, wet with my desire, over my nipples. Then he blows on the damp skin. It sends a zing of pleasure down my spine where it echoes in my clit. Finally, he sucks the cooled peak into his hot mouth.
It’s more than I can bear. My hips lift as if they have a mind of their own, as if they’re seeking him out. And when the hot length of him drags over my clit, I shudder beneath his weight.
“I’ve never…” I clear my throat, nervous as he pulls back to look at me.
“Are you a virgin, Maggie?”
I nod, relieved he figured it out, so I didn’t have to say it. I feel his cock jerk against my leg as he groans. He looks down at me as I silently beg him not to retreat. This is exactly how I wanted to lose my virginity.
“I should probably back away, get dressed, let you get dressed.”
I hold my breath and push down the disappointment as I wait for him to do just that.
“But I can’t,” he says. “Fuck. If you want this, Maggie, I’m not going to stop it because I want it too. I need it. I need you.”
“Please,” I whisper.
With another curse, he shifts his hips. I feel him press against my opening. He holds my gaze for a moment, but then I have to close my eyes against the burn as he enters me. I feel him move over me.
Then his teeth clamp down on my nipple. I gasp and my eyes pop open. The tip of his tongue flicks at my breast. It’s all pleasure with just the edge of pain, and it distracts me as his cock slides deeper and deeper.
When he bottoms out, we both pause. He lets my nipple pop free as we stare at each other. Our harsh breaths mingle as the pain slowly starts to fade.
“You feel so fucking good, Maggie. Better than I imagined. Tell me I can move.”
I tighten my inner muscles experimentally. There’s still a twinge of pain, but it’s drowned out by Ezra’s loud groan. His eyes roll back and his hips jerk forward, even though they have nowhere to go. When I do it again, his fingers dig into my hips as his hips jerk forward again.
“The pain is gone,” I say as I circle my hips beneath him, just to be sure.
And then he’s like a machine. He pulls back, then thrusts forward slowly. He fucks me deeply, but carefully and so steadily. And when I lift my hips to meet his — just like the woman in the movie — he picks up speed.
His hands move over me, caressing, teasing, and pinching my nipples. I picture his ass flexing; the muscles jumping beneath his smooth skin, just like the movie.
Ezra presses hot kisses from my breast, over my chest and up to my ear. After nibbling on my lobe, he whispers all the things he wants to do to me, all the positions he wants to fuck me in. His words wind me up. They pull me closer to the brink until I’m desperate to live through every scenario he’s created.
I can feel it building in him, too. His pace quickens, falters. His hands tighten on my hips. His thrusts are harder, faster. He pounds into me over and over, jolting my body each time he bottoms out.
And when I can’t take it anymore because it’s just too much, he leans down and sucks on my bottom lip. Then he kisses a path back down. My skin tingles with anticipation and he works his way down my chest.
I never knew that my nipples were so sensitive, but Ezra figured it out immediately. And when his teeth pinch the little nub, tugging just hard enough to shoot electricity from that spot, his hips jerk forward at the same moment. He slams into me hard enough that his groin presses into my clit. All three sensations collide and explode inside me.
“Yes!” I shout, because no other word will do.
“Fuck,” Ezra groans.
He jerks against me as his back arches. He lets my nipple go as he throws his head back and bares his teeth. He grabs both cheeks of my ass, holding me to him as he grinds against me. And all the while, I feel him spurting inside me.
When we collapse back, there’s a loud noise. We both turn, panting, toward the TV. Somehow, we fell on the remote and changed the channel. On the screen are thousands of people shouting and kissing and wishing each other a Happy New Year.
“I think this will be our new tradition,” Ezra says.
“What will?”
“Every year we’ll ring in the new year with an orgasm.”
