With my thumb swirling, I press my middle finger inside of her and moan. I feel my eyes roll back in my head, imagining what my dick’s gonna feel like when she’s wrapped around me like a vice. Pressing part of the way in, I use both hands and my tongue to bring her to peak. When she’s pulsing around my fingers, I pull my head back so I can watch her flushed face. She looks a little shocked.
“Oh my God,” she says breathlessly. “That was amazing.”
Moving up her body, I slide onto the bed next to her. I urge her to scoot up so her entire body is next to mine. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I could get used to this.” She giggles.
“I’m definitely hooked.” I kiss her lips and wrap my arms around her. Pulling her in close, I’m doing my best to keep my mind off my dick. The poor guy is weeping. Moving my hand over her breasts, I reach back and slide it on down her back to the curve of her ass. With my palm covering one cheek, it moves down to her leg until it’s sliding over my hip. I move closer and nudge my cock between us until I’m sliding it between her legs through her wetness. I moan and kiss her hard. I’m not even inside her yet and it feels better than any sex I’ve ever had before.
It’s then I remember that I don’t have condoms with me, and it makes me sadder than I can say. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“I’m on the pill.”
She is? “You are?”
“My periods are terrible. The pill helps with that.”
“Oh.” I’ve heard that before. “I’m clean. I was tested the last time I went to the doc.”
She smiles at me, and it takes my breath away. “So, we’re doing this?” I press through her again. She scoots closer to me until our bodies are pressed completely together, skin to skin. “I’m ready for you, Nash. I’m ready for this.”
Gently, I press her back to the mattress. I’m already between her legs, but she opens wider for me. “You sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
Looking down, I adjust myself until I’m there. As slowly as possible, I begin to push inside. My god, she’s squeezing me already, and I’m barely inside. Holding her legs open, I move in another inch and stop. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I can tell she’s holding her breath.
“Breathe, babe.”
As she exhales, I press deeper. I’m dizzy from the feeling. Lightheaded is more like it. I press in another inch and feel something blocking me. Looking up at her, I nod. “This is it. Ready?”
She nods quickly, and I do it. I push in hard enough to break through. Isabelle gasps, and it’s not one of pleasure. “I’m sorry, honey. I know it hurts.”
“Yep.” She’s holding her breath again. “Give me a second.”
Fuck. I hate that I’m hurting her. I know it’s only temporary, but I still hate it.
When she begins to relax around me, I pull almost all the way out. Without words, she tells me she’s ready, so I slowly move in again. This time, I work until I’m completely seated inside of her. If I was dizzy before, it’s nothing compared to the euphoria I’m feeling now. “Jesus, Isabelle.”
“Good?” she asks, wincing.
“Perfect. How is it for you?”
“Better. You can move again. It feels better.”
So, I do. I drag myself away from her, then back in a little faster than before. And again, each time faster and with more intent. I know she’s not in pain anymore because she’s meeting each of my thrusts with her own. Her hands are scratching at my back, and she’s saying some pretty dirty shit.
“Nash. Fuck. Feels so good.” And, “Harder. Fuck me hard, baby.”
That one was my favorite. So, I do. I fuck her harder—not as hard as it will be next time, but hard enough for her to feel me everywhere. And for her to remember. I never want her to forget this first time together. I want this to be the thing that makes her blush whenever she thinks about us. The first time I fucked her and claimed her. “You’re fucking mine, Isabelle.”
“Yes,” she says, sliding her palm over my ass. She squeezes my ass cheek while biting on my neck, then adds, “And you’re mine.”
She just claimed me. Fuck yes, I’m hers.
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