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“Mmm,” I answer with a smile on my face, eyes still heavy because I’m…euphoric.
I hear his chuckle, followed by, “Now I think you’re ready.”
His palms slide up my arms, which at some point, I threw over my head. I become more alert when his fingers intertwine with mine, holding them down. His damp lips on my neck make me squirm as I feel him position himself between my legs. Unlike before, a few pumps of his hips and he’s sliding inside of me.
I’m so sensitive it feels good and bad all at the same time. Then he shoves a little deeper and…
“Ow.”
“That’s my least favorite word right now.”
I blink open my eyes to look up at his face. “It’s fine. I’m okay. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll go slow.” He begins moving again while watching my face, my reaction.
And while it stings, it’s becoming something different as our lower bodies join over and over again.
While I want to touch him, I’m sort of liking him restraining my arms above my head as he fills me. I roll my hips to try and take more of him. That’s when we find a rhythm, moving together.
“God, you’re so big,” I tell him.
“And you’re so tight. Love the way you feel clenching around me.”
When his thrusts suddenly stagger, Barrett buries his face in my neck and says, “Fuck, Lyla. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
Those words, him telling me the effect I have on him, causes me to shake uncontrollably again. This time is less intense but still just as amazing as before because Barrett is still inside of me, groaning and trembling like it’s good for him too.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Barrett
As soon as my dick is sated by a woman’s body for the first time after a very long drought, I immediately realize that I’m an enormous prick.
I shouldn’t have done that.
I shouldn’t have gotten into bed with Lyla. I shouldn’t have kissed her, or gone down on her, or fuck, taken her virginity. It was so stupid and wrong. Lyla was probably drinking at the wedding reception. I asked her if she was sure, but what if she wasn’t in the right state of mind to be making such an important decision as having sex for the first time? Did I take advantage of her?
Oh, fuck.
Rolling to her side, Lyla runs her fingertips through my chest hair, touching me gently, reverently, when I don’t deserve it. Her red hair is mussed, cheeks rosy with an afterglow. She’s a beautiful, innocent girl, and I’m a dick.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks like she’s reading my mind again.
I consider lying, telling her nothing. But I hate liars. “Truth?” I ask.
She nods and rests her chin on my chest. “Always. Even if it hurts.”
I feel the same way. That’s why I tell her, “I was just wondering if I took advantage of you tonight.”
“I didn’t drink much,” she responds quickly. “If anyone took advantage, it’s me since you had been drinking and were sad about the wedding.”
“You may regret it tomorrow…”
“I don’t regret it. I won’t,” she says confidently. Sitting up on her elbow so she can see my face better, she asks, “Truth?”
“Please.”
“It was so much better than I imagined. That’s because it was with you, someone I trusted. I don’t think it would have felt like that with anyone else,” she says as she flashes me a smile.
