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Of course, I'd hoped to one day meet a man who’d sweep me off my feet. Who’d know what I wanted when he met me. Who’d be the kind of man who would be my partner in every part of my life. Who’d fulfill me in bed and emotionally satisfy me. A man who’d make me feel secure. A man like Rick. A man with whom I don’t have a future.
“Don’t be ashamed ofwhatyou feel.” He tilts his hips, a subtle movement, but one which sends the blood roaring in my veins.
“Rick,” I gasp.
“You’re so tight, Goldie. So wet.” His gaze intensifies. “If I were to die now, I’d have no regrets, because I’m inside you.”
My heart stutters. A warmth fills my chest. No one has ever said those words to me. No-one else can match his passion, his ardor how he makes me feel. There’s no-one else except him for me. “Me too,” I whisper.
His eyes flash, the blue a glowing azure which makes my breath catch. “Fuck, baby, you’re making it difficult for me to control myself.”
He grits his teeth, and a bead of sweat slides down his temple. His biceps bulge as he balances on his arms. His cock stretches me, and it feels so good and so full and just a tad painful as he throbs against my sensitive inner walls. Then, I flex them, and a growl rumbles up his chest. The sound is so primitive, so raw, my nerve-endings detonate. My brain cells melt, and all thoughts empty from my head. I lock my ankles around him, tilt my hips up, and he slips in further.
His gaze narrows, a nerve pops at his temple. "Don’t try to top from the bottom," he growls in that familiar hard voice, and I’m instantly wet… I mean, wetter. My slit quivers around him, and he must feel it, for he unhooks my ankles from around his waist, only to prop them over his shoulders, so I’m almost bent in half. Then he unclasps my arms from about his neck and twists them over my head. He curls my fingers around the border of the headboard. "Hold on."
Before I can say another word, he pulls back until he’s balanced at the edge of my slit, then thrusts forward. He buries himself inside me in one smooth move, and I swear, I can feel him in my throat. I open my mouth, but no words emerge. He holds my gaze, stays where he is, allowing me to feel every ridge, every groove, every pulse of his cock inside me. I’ve never been more owned, more possessed, more everything. He slides his hand up the back of my thigh and squeezes. Then, holding me like that, he drills into me again with such force, the entire bed moves.
Something crashes in a corner of the room, but he doesn’t stop. He plunges into me again, and when I cry out, he’s already there. He kisses me again, absorbing the sound, and buries himself inside me at an angle where he brushes up against the most secret part of me. The orgasm swells to a crescendo, and I’m swept up in it. His gaze still holds mine as he releases my mouth long enough to whisper, "Come," and I shatter.
He fucks me through the waves of my climax, the blue in his eyes turning almost completely silver, until finally, with a low groan, he follows me over the edge. He presses his forehead into mine as we both pant and come down from the high. His cock pulses inside me, and it’s the single most intimate experience of my life.
I’m changed from here on. I’m no longer only my own. I’ve given him a part of me—and I don’t mean the fact he’s my first. It’s more than that. I’ve allowed him into a part of my life no one else has been welcome before. I’ve allowed him a peek into the mess that is my heart and my soul and my mind, and I’m not sure if he’s even aware. When he begins to pull away, I shake my head and cling to him. He kisses me again, and I almost burst out crying and…Nope, nope, nope, I'm not going to be that cliché of a woman who cries after the first time she’s had sex..
I swallow down the emotions that block my throat, focus on his lips on mine, his tongue sliding over mine, the feel of his cock between my thighs, focus on how good it feels to have his weight on mine.
When he pulls away again, I let him slide my legs down. He glances down and I follow his gaze to the blood on his cock. I flinch. “In case you’re wondering, I’m not a virgin.”
“Did I hurt you?” His features harden. “Did I, Goldie? Is that why you’re bleeding?”
I nod. “Youareenormous. Thicker than I’d anticipated.”
His eyes gleam. “Was I too rough?” He bends his knees and peers into my eyes. “Not that I regret it, but, if I caused you pain—”
I place my hand on his lips. “You were perfect. You were everything I imagined and more.”
He searches my features but doesn’t seem convinced, “I caused you to bleed.” His jaw tics. “If I made you suffer in anyway, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“You did make me suffer by making me wait so long before you fucked me.”
“And the anticipation built, and every part of your body was primed for release, so when you finally came, it blew your mind,” he says with that arrogance that is so very Rick. So very annoying. But also arousing. My lower belly contracts; moisture coils between my legs.
He must sense my reactions for his eyes gleam, “Admit it, it was worth the wait.”
I set my lips.
“Go on say it.”
I tip up my chin. “It was worth the wait that you were my first.”
He looks up at my face, and his eyes widen. “What do you mean, I’m your first?”
I look away. “You’re the first man I’ve been with.”
“But you’re a—?” He shakes his head. “It’s not possible.” He peers into my features. “Is it?”
“I’m not a virgin, but youarethe first man I’ve been with.”
“But how—?” He clears his throat. “I don’t understand.”
