Reid groans, a vein in his neck straining, as he fights to keep still for me. Letting me take the lead on when he can move.
It only makes the love in my chest pump harder.
“I’m good,” I say, voice strained. “You can move.”
“Yeah?” The relief in his voice causes me to smile.
I nod. “Show me what I’ve been missing all this time, Reid Keely.”
He smirks, a devilish glint in his eye. “Not tonight, but soon I’ll give you the full experience.”
He pulls his hips back and I dig my nails into his shoulders at the loss of him. As agonizingly slow as the first time, he thrusts back in. I stretch around him, the burn easing slightly with the now familiar movement.
After a few shallower pumps, he slides home again. It still hurts, but less and less with each move.
Looking between us, it’s impossible to miss the smear of blood on the side of my left thigh and the condom. Though it is nothing to be embarrassed about, I can’t help but feel my cheeks flame. Reid must feel my body grow tense because he pauses.
“You with me? Do you need me to stop?” His eyes shine with concern, and I can’t help but think about the difference I see in him at this moment compared to our interaction months ago when he didn’t know who I was.
“No, everything’s fine.” I downcast my eyes and wiggle my hips, causing a groan to slip from his lips.
His fingers brush my chin and tilt my head to meet his gaze. “Tell me,” he says, not satisfied with my previous answer.
How is it that he is currently taking my virginity but I can’t bring myself to point out the simple evidence of that without feeling like I want to hide under the sheets? I’ve never felt shy with him before, but right now I feel sheepish to explain.
“I just—” I stammer, trying to soak in the heat of his body on my own and relax my muscles once more. “Yeah…” I gesture with my eyes down to where our hips are joined and look back up at him, hoping he understands.
“What? Am I hurting you?” Reid pulls out of my arms and kneels, still inside of me, and rubs the tops of mythighs. Goosebumps follow in their wake and I clench around him. He chuckles, taking that in response to his question. His eyes leave my face and trail down my body, drinking me in like it’s the first time he’s ever looked at me. I soak in his appreciation through every pore of my body, using it to drive out any embarrassment. Fuck it.
I grab him by the back of the neck, pulling his body back over mine. Our lips crash and I revel in the taste of him, the smell of him. I can’t get enough, and a moan falls from my mouth when he adjusts his body back over mine. I feel him slip out of me, and as he rests on one elbow to use his other hand to guide himself back in, he notices the blood.
His head falls into my shoulder as he moans, “Fuck, Penny, that’s hot.”
What? I thought I said it in my head but realize I didn’t when he laughs.
“Is that what just threw you off?” he asks, a smile knocked at the corner of his mouth but his eyes full of sincerity.
“I thought you might think it was gross or something.” I realize how ridiculous it actually sounds speaking it out loud.
“Aspen.” He runs his free hand through my hair, pushing a few stray strands from my forehead. “That’s nothing to worry about. I knew that was most likely going to happen with me being your first. And trust me”—he looks down between my legs and his jaw ticks—“seeing that is really fucking doing something for me right now.” He leans back in, searing his lips to mine. “And I’ve never shied away from a little blood.”
“Oh my god.” I slap his chest, laughing despite the embarrassment.
“Can I keep going?”
I buck my hips up, causing him to slide back in. My teeth clench as he stretches me again, but it’s a good sort of stretch. Still a little twinge with it, but it feels…good.
He groans, falling to his elbows again as his hips begin their rhythm once more. But already it grows more erratic, his breaths heavier. Curses slip out from his mouth next to my ear.
I rake my fingernails down his back. He’s getting close, but I can tell he’s holding himself back for my sake. It fills my chest with something warm, but I want him undone. Want to feel him lose that edge of control. I squeeze myself around him.
“Fuck, Penny.” His hips slap against mine, his cock hitting deeper and deeper. It aches in the most mesmerizing way, and all I can think about is how I want more of this with him. “I don’t know how much longer,” he says through gritted teeth.
“It’s okay. I want to feel you come in me,” I pant. Even with the barrier of the condom, I want to feel him pulse inside me. I know he’s trying to hold out for me to come again, but I don’t think I’ll be able to.
I just want to feel him.
The veins in his neck pop as he throws his head back. I stare up at him, face twisted in rapture, and memorize this moment. Watching him come undone, totally surrendering to his body, tome.
