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‘I have condoms.’
I can’t speak.
‘Pleaselet me fuck you.’
‘No.’
He just stares at me.
‘I’m a virgin.’ Why is saying that still the most humiliating thing ever? ‘I don’t want my first time rough and meaningless.’
He closes his eyes for a moment. ‘Okay, I’ll… I’ll try. For you, I’ll try. Only if you want to.’
My heart is all full and bursting. Maybe it’s because it’s still raining and he’s just given me a piece of himself without me even asking for it, but I nod.
‘I need to hear you say it.’
‘Yeah. I do.’ My voice shakes. ‘Do you?’
He just laughs as if it’s obvious.
We clamber into the back of his car and he strips entirely. I take off my pyjama bottoms and bare myself to him. I’m swollen and gleaming and wet for him, and I arch back against the seat as he gently plunges two fingers inside me.
There’s no blood this time. This is definitely the best it’s felt. I pulse around him and grind against his fingers and whimper and I want more, more, more. I reach out and stroke him, and it’s almost too much, how hard he is. We breathe each other’s names like whispered secrets, and the windows steam over.
‘Keep touching yourself,’ he orders gently.
I don’t need telling.
I rub my clit and use my free hand to play with my nipple. I watch him pump himself before putting the condom on, and the pressure builds and builds, and I know I shouldn’t but I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop—
‘Archer.’
I gasp his name as release hits me.
I’m still rubbing when he inserts his fingers inside me again. I cry out.
‘Did you just cum?’ he growls into my ear. ‘Wicked, wicked girl.’
‘Please,’ I whimper.
He makes a rough sound low in his throat and moves his fingers faster. I suck in air through my teeth and push my hips up against him, matching each movement. He takes out his fingers and dips them into my mouth, and he watches with predatory raptness as I taste myself.
The thing with Archer is that he likes to draw these moments out. He wants to explore every nook of pleasure first and peel me apart like the skin of a fruit, explorative and lingering and teasing.
It’s maddening as it is enjoyable.
He sits and I straddle him. His gaze does not waver from mine as he eases me onto him. When I wince, he goes still, even though his hands squeeze my thighs painfully from the restraint it’s taking him to hold back. He fills me slowly, and when I’m sat to the hilt, he doesn’t move for a moment. He lets me adjust.
‘Are you okay?’ he whispers.
I nod. I don’t trust myself to speak. I feel like my whole body gasps.
‘Tell me to stop at any moment,’ he says, and he leans forward and kisses a line down my throat.
He gently eases out of me, and then back in. With each thrust it becomes more pleasurable, and each thrust becomes more aggressive as he feels me relax around him. I place a hand on his shoulder to let him know to slow down, and he obliges.
I know he likes to be in control; his hands clench my backside and lift me up and down on him. But this is my moment. This is my virginity. And I will not feed Archer’s trauma.
