“I’m pretty sure we both want to do more than just kiss tonight.”
His chuckle rumbled through his chest.
He wasn’t wrong; I stepped back and couldn’t get out of my robe fast enough.
Ryan walked me backwards until the backs of my legs contacted my bed.
“Lie down for me,” he instructed.
His voice was low, and I could barely hear it above my heartbeat thundering in my ears. It was finally about to happen.
“Are you wet for me?”
I nodded because, hell yes, I was so wet. The man was a walking advertisement for all things sexy.
“Good.” His answer sounded like a mix of a grunt and a moan.
Although I laid back on the bed, I positioned myself to enjoy the view of him undressing. The doubt from earlier returned, interrupting my excitement. I know how anatomy works. Ryan will fit, but he is very well endowed. The question was whether I would be able to handle it? I gave myself an internal pep talk. After all, I’m no punk! It was an ambitious start, but I had faith he could deliver.
“You good?” Ryan stroked his length before putting on a condom.
“Yeah.” My voice sounded breathy, a mix of anticipation and nerves. It wasn’t the sultry tone of a practiced siren but the tremor of someone on the edge of something momentous. This time, it was real—it was actually going to happen.
“You are incredibly sexy.”
Right back at you, big guy, I thought, but didn’t chance speaking. He joined me on the bed, then positioned himself between my thighs. Ryan kept his weight off me. He leaned close, his breath warm against my neck. Tender pecks peppered my shoulder. I could feel the tension in my body slowly easing as his hands moved gently, tracing patterns on my thighs.
“Hey,” he called, his voice low and sexy.
When I turned my head, he captured my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. I forgot about the anticipation of finally losing my virginity and got lost in the moment.
When the kiss stopped, I realised I had been so caught up it took me a moment to notice the head of his cock was at my entrance. Now, the nerves returned. Why hadn’t he just pushed forward?
My heart was racing. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”
“Jo, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m going to need you to stop talking.”
Stealing my argument, he thrust his hard length into my pussy with fluid precision. A sharp stab of searing pain pierced through me, then quickly subsided. We both remained still. Our gazes locked. It wasn’t anything like I’d read or heard about. It was a foreign feeling having my body joined with someone else.
“How do you feel?” He stroked my cheek.
Without thinking, I responded, “Full.” Because that was exactly how I felt. Unbelievably full of him.
I felt a different type of anticipation. The pain had transformed into an unfamiliar throbbing, one that seemed to demand more. I shifted slightly, testing the sensation, and craved the intensity that had just passed. My walls stretched, aching sweetly to accommodate his cock.
Ryan groaned, low and deep, as he moved inside me. He stroked slowly, deeply. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment. My hands explored his muscular back.
“You feel so good,” he moaned.
The sound shot through me. My core slickened before my walls tightened around him. His thrust changed, becoming deeper. His grip on my hips tightened, and his fingers dug into my flesh as he drove into me with a force that left me gasping. The rhythm of our bodies synced, the intensity escalating with every movement. My breath hitched, my senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.
I wondered how something so raw and powerful could feel so perfectly right, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, torn between surrendering completely and holding onto the last shreds of control. In this intimate dance, I realised how fragile yet powerful connection could be, leaving me both vulnerable and exhilarated.
Finally letting go, I voiced my pleasure. “This feels so good. Please…” I pleaded, although I wasn’t sure what I was pleading for.
Somehow, Ryan sensed what I needed. His thumb caressed my clit in a circular motion. Slow. Hypnotic. It felt so good.
“Let go,” he instructed.
