Despite my hesitation, I do as she says, because I’m not stupid. Dreamland or not, I’m not missing the opportunity to be with this girl.
I remove the rest of my clothes and sit on the edge of the bed, watching as she leans over the mattress and pulls a condom out of the back pocket of her jeans. At least one of us knows what they’re doing.
A spark of irritation flares as I consider that thought. Has she done this with other guys? Recently? She lives with Lewis. And there are rumors about them being together…
I don’t like thinking about Mira with other guys. Caveman of me, but still. I want to be the only person she gives the half-smile to, or shares her body with.
She passes me the condom, and there’s a slight tremor in her hands. Is she nervous?
Maybe she’s not as experienced as she appears. But if she’s not, why initiate at a party with a hundred people downstairs?
This isn’t how I want our first time to be, but if I walk away, I’ll have to kill myself later.
I slide on the condom, acting like I’ve done it a million times—or at least once before—and move back to where I was. Because lying on top of Mira, her light-brown eyes gazing at me like I’m her hero, is the only place I want to be.
The shaking of her hands against my shoulders brings back doubts. “Mira, I?—”
She scoots down, and the head of my dick slips inside her an inch. I groan and instinctively rock forward.
She squirms.
Fuck, am I doing it wrong?
I inch back, and she clutches me. “Don’t stop.”
Taking a deep breath to calm down, I move forward—slower this time.
The sensation of her body tightening around me as I ease in and out, deeper with each push, is driving me wild.
I’m not going to last. Feels so good…“God, Mira.” I love this girl. Love her…
Unable to wrap my head around what’s happening, I don’t even try. I go by instinct and kiss her mouth, her neck, then pull back and sink all the way until there’s nothing separating us.
I pause as the most intense sensation sweeps me. The sense of being so totally connected to another human being that nothing will ever be the same.
Her breath catches and her arms band around me. “More,” she says.
I kiss her lips, show her with my mouth and hands how much she means to me. Mira’s arms loosen and her breaths increase, a dazed expression crossing her eyes as I lower my head, grazing my lips over her ear and sucking the flesh below it. All the while, my body moves in an instinctive rhythm that has us both panting.
I’m trying to keep things slow, keep it together, but the need for release is building. Stopping doesn’t seem like a good idea. Not when Mira is making those little noises.
Our mouths and breaths mingle. Before I know it, the most intense orgasm roils through me, my body locked in waves of pleasure and trembling.
I brace myself above her for several seconds, gathering air, forcing my mind to work again.
Mira lies still beneath me. Too still. I kiss her forehead and roll to the side, taking her with me, unable to let her go. She feels so good in my arms. I hold on to her while my heart rate slows to something resembling normal. “You okay?”
She nods, but her eyes glisten.
I sit up on one elbow. “Mira?” After that experience, I’m damn near tears. But I don’t think hers are the same kind. “Are you?—”
She kisses me hard and pulls away, collecting her clothes from the floor. “We better get back.”
I scramble unsteadily to my feet and wad up the condom in a tissue from the nightstand. I toss it in the trashcan by the bed, and feel around for my pants, which I can’t find because the carpet is dark and I can’t see in this light.
I glance nervously at her shadowed figure as she dresses faster than I’m able to after what we just did. She seems upset, and that’s not right. I want her to feel as good as I do.
“Wait—Mira?—”
