My heart hammered in my chest as he cupped my face, tilting my head up. My eyes closed as he laid his lips on mine, and everything around us melted away as he claimed my mouth.
Just like he was going to claim me—and I wanted that more than anything.
My movements were slow when I reached up, linking my arms behind his neck. That pushed ourbodies closer together, and I could feel the heat from his. It all thrilled me—his flat, taut abs, his strong arms encircling me, and the hard heat pressing against my stomach.
Landon eased back, and when I opened my eyes, he was smiling softly. He pulled off his suit coat, tossing it aside. His arm slid around my back, and he lowered me down onto the bed.
He climbed on top of me, and though he propped himself up with one arm, he let me feel some of the weight of his body. It turned me on to have him on top of me, to feel his body against mine, holding me down. He kissed my face, my jaw, my neck, and I was squirming underneath him because it felt so good. I parted my legs, hoping to feel more sensation between them.
He smiled at my impatience, but he took his time. He eased down the straps of my dress, and then he kissed his way down my breast to my nipple. He drew one into his mouth and swirled his tongue, sucking on it, making me gasp. Then he went to the other, giving it the same attention until I was arching into him.
He slid my dress down further to my waist and started to kiss his way down my stomach, trailing heat with every touch of his lips.
I put my hand on his head and said breathlessly, “Please, please, I want you inside of me. I’ve waited so long.”
He nodded, and therewas hunger in his eyes. “You have waited a long time, but it’s going to be worth the wait.”
Then, moving slowly and deliberately, he stood up and unbuttoned his white shirt, peeling it off. Then he undid his pants. I was very turned on watching him, and I writhed on the bed, longing to feel him between my legs. He maintained eye contact as he climbed back onto the bed. He tugged my dress down my legs and slid it off. And then he went back to kissing me.
But this time, there was no clothing between us. And I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I spread my legs wider, bending my knees on either side of him. “Please, please…” I sighed softly. “Please be my first. I want you so badly.”
“Not as badly as I want you,” he whispered, and then he shifted to the side, so he could ease his large hand between us and position his cock.
Oh god. This was it. Would it be like everyone said? Would I see stars? Would?—
I gasped as he nudged the head of his cock forward. He entered me slowly, so slowly that I could feel every inch as he spread and stretched me. He felt huge inside me, and I didn’t know if I could take much more—but I wanted to.
There was a moment of pain—a sharp sting that made me gasp and tense beneath him. Landon stopped immediately and waited, kissing me softly until the pain faded to an ache and then to something else entirely.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“Yes, keep going,” I moaned. “Please.”
He pushed in deeper,still gentle because it was my first time, but steadily claiming me. My breathing got harsher, and I clung to him, my nails raking down his back as the discomfort transformed into pleasure. I was getting more and more turned on with every slow thrust.
“Please, please,” I whispered, holding him close, my legs wrapped around him.
He shifted his hips, and then when he thrust in, it rubbed more at my clit. But when I was getting close, he reached between us, teasing along my folds until he found my clit directly. He increased the rhythm as I cried out, clutching at him, bracing for the onslaught.
He came with a deep masculine shout, and I came too. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. My inner walls automatically clamped down when I came, and it made his cock feel even bigger. My body shook, and I cried out, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me. My mouth was open in a silent scream as my body rocked under his, both of us trembling with pleasure.
Finally, he collapsed on top of me, and I hugged him , pulling him close. He was too heavy, but for just this moment, I welcomed his weight, his amazing body.
When he regained his breath, he whispered in my ear, “You’re so damn perfect, Zoe. That was amazing.”
“It was,” I whispered, finally finding my voice. “Thank you.”
He rolled to the side, settling next to me on the bed. He looked spent, tired, happy, and amused. “You’rethanking me for sex?”
“I’m thanking you for insisting that my first time be special and then making it so.” The aftereffects of the orgasm made it hard to gather my thoughts, but it was important to me that I let him know that.
“It was special for me too.” For a moment, his eyes were unfocused, looking straight past me. “It was an honor to be your first. I know that’s an old-fashioned word, but it’s true.”
That brought moisture to my eyes, and I rolled toward him, running my hand along his sculpted bicep.
Part of me was content to lie there in his arms, stroking his chest, lightly teasing his piercing. But even though this felt amazing, there was something missing.
Two things missing, actually. This was such a special night for me, and I wanted them to share it with me. I wanted them so much.
