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Greedy whines and moans trickled from me, and I no longer cared how they sounded. Any shame or embarrassment couldn’t touch me when we were connected.
He didn’t miss the change in pitch or the urgency in my moans.
“Are you going to come again?” he asked.
I gulped down an enormous breath and nodded. The vibration against my clit was so good, it was almost hard to endure. I climbed toward orgasm, but it just kept going higher, and higher, until . . .
Pleasure detonated, and for a split second, it felt like the world had flown apart.
I cried out, and my hand went to his that gripped the wand, urgently trying to push it away. As I began to come, the sensation of the vibrator tipped on its side. Enjoyment crossed over and became sharp, hot discomfort on my overly sensitive skin.
He lifted the wand away and must have pressed a button because the buzzing cut off. It thumped onto the bed beside me, no longer needed. With it out of the way, it meant he could push as deep as he wanted, and he hit a spot inside me that probably would have made my vision blur if I’d had my eyes open.
But I didn’t. The orgasm was too strong.
Everything was tingling, and I shivered uncontrollably, floating in the dreamy space while the sensations began to subside.
He groaned, and it sounded weirdly like frustration. His hands seized my waist, gripping me tightly while his tempo increased dramatically, and—oh, my god.
Was he coming?
He’d said he wasn’t going to last long, and he made good on his warning. I blinked open my eyes to watch, fascinated by how his thrusts broke down, slowing erratically to a stop.
A lock of his hair had fallen forward, and the ends brushed at his eyes just before they slammed shut. His body hardened, and the muscle along his jaw flexed, showing he was clenching his teeth. But it didn’t stop his moans, or trap any of the sounds of pleasure he gave while the orgasm rolled through him.
Deep between my legs, there were these rhythmic pulses, and his whole body shuddered in response.
It was so fucking hot.
Then he blew out a long, uneven breath, leaned down, and sealed his lips over mine. This kiss was intense and slow, and it was like he didn’t care what it was doing to me. How he was still inside me, or how his kiss made me slip further into my feelings until I was hopelessly drowning in him.
When the sweeping kiss was over, he straightened and pulled away, shooting me an easy smile. He acted like what we’d done was incredibly satisfying and that was all. It was not earth shattering like it’d been for me.
“Be right back,” he said.
I couldn’t form words, so I said nothing. I simply watched him stroll to the door, pull it open, and walk through it.
As soon as he was gone, I reached down, ran a hand between my legs, and lifted my fingers to check. There wasn’t any blood, and I breathed a sigh of relief. My friend Hailey had said she didn’t bleed either when she’d had sex for the first time. I wasn’t squeamish about blood, but this just made things . . . easier.
Preston had probably disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and while he was gone, I made the decision to get under his covers. I wasn’t cold—far from it—but I was naked, and now that the sex was over, my shyness had returned.
Plus, the idea of being nestled in his bed that smelled like him? Yes, please.
Reality came crashing down on me as I moved gingerly up over the mattress and then slid between the soft sheets. I was sore.
Because you’re not a virgin anymore.
There was no one to tell because we’d promised to keep these ‘lessons’ a secret. Hailey and I were friends from high school, so she knew all about my crush on Preston, which meant I absolutely could not tell her. Nor could I lie and say I’d given it up to someone she didn’t know. She’d been my best friend for long enough that wouldn’t fly with her.
She’d never let it go until she had a name.
Preston’s naked form reappeared in the doorway, and he sauntered over to the side of the bed I’d left empty for him after grabbing the discarded vibrator and setting it on the nightstand. He was so comfortable. Confident without a stitch of clothing on, and I guessed that made sense.
He was gorgeous.
He looked at me and how I had the sheet tucked up under my arms, and that same easy smile was back. He got that I was bashful, but he wasn’t, and the bed jostled as he climbed on to lie beside me.
Except he stayed above the covers.
