“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. Really, it’s okay.” I’m breathing in and out like I’m in labor.
“Damn, Stella, you’re so tight.”
The pain begins to wane, and I have the overwhelmingneed to move. So, I shift my hips up toward him to give him the sign that things are okay now. He slides out almost all of the way, then back in. Alex repeats that several times until I feel the urgent need for things to move fast.
“Can you go faster?”
He doesn’t need any other invitation. He starts to pump in and out of me with powerful thrusts.
“Oh, Stella, I knew you’d feel amazing. Your pussy is so tight, baby. I never want this to end. Damn. This pussy is mine, Stella. You’re mine.”
He says those last two things while thrusting in so hard it moves me up toward the headboard. His words, albeit a little territorial, only add to this surge of adrenaline. His dirty talk doesn’t hurt either. Moaning, I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. I can’t believe I’ve lived this long without this unbelievable feeling of pleasure.
“You like that, angel? You like knowing that I claimed this pussy?”
I whimper a little bit at that and nod. It’s the best I can do under the circumstances. Then he shifts around slightly, hitting a spot that makes my nipples hard and brings tingles to my spine. I feel it. An orgasm of epic proportions is heading my way. I can’t wait! He’s moving and groaning. Even that’s sexy with Alex. I could listen to his noises every day. “Don’t stop, Alex. Please don’t stop.” The sensation is reaching a fever pitch.
“I won’t, but you need to hurry. I’m not going to last much longer.” His movements become shorter and more focused on that special spot inside of me.
“I’m almost there. Don’t stop,” I urge.
“Come for me, Stella.”
I do. How does he do that? Just as I scream out my release, so does Alex. He yells out my name along with other expletives that tell me he feels good about what we just did. My smile is huge as I wrap my arms around his neck and as he flops down on top of me. He’s heavy, but the sheer weight of him is good. It doesn’t matter that I can’t breathe easily. It would be worth dying in his arms. He lifts his body up a little bit and rolls over to his side. Apparently, he heard my gasping breath. Keeping his arms around me, he pulls me so that I am on top of him.
Panting, he says, “That was, hands down, the best sex of my life, Stella.”
“Mine too.” I giggle.
“Smart-ass.”
After a moment, he points to the condom and says, “Hang on, I need to take care of this.”
He returns quickly and settles back onto the bed, pulling me into his arms where I fall asleep in that special spot.
Chapter Eighteen
STELLA
Iwake up first. Alex is doing his cute little snoring thing, but he’s rolled over onto his side away from me. It feels strange not waking up wrapped in his arms. Then I remember… I had s-e-x. Yep, I just spelled it out in my head. It was incredible. He was amazing. Looking down, I see blood. I’d heard that you could bleed when you have sex for the first time. It’s not much, but I feel like I should take his sheets off and throw them in the washer because it’s kind of embarrassing. I hope he doesn’t mind. Did he know there was going to be blood? I’m sure he did, since he did google it. I giggle softly, not wanting to wake him. I stretch my arms above my head and feel the pain a little more acutely. It’s not terrible, just general muscle soreness. I move carefully in the bed. My lady parts are as sore as the rest of me. Hewasvery physical, which isn’t surprising since he’s so big and strong––just like Adonis. The bed shakes beneath me, making me realize that he’s shifted around a little bit. Is he waking up too? His head lifts a little bit; then he turns it toward me.
“Oh, hey,” he says. He’s not smiling, but I am, like an idiot.That is until I see his face. I drop the big smile and change it up to a small one.
What’s wrong? He’s usually so cuddly and affectionate in the morning.
Oh no. Is he sorry he had sex with me? I’ve read about this kind of thing a million times. Once the guy finally gets the girl in bed, he’s over it. Besides, it’s me we’re talking about, and now that he’s seen me completely nakedandhe’s gotten what guys always want, he’s done with me. I should have expected it.
Now that these thoughts are running through my head at a frantic pace, my little smile is completely gone now.
Alex raises his arms above his head to stretch and rolls over toward me. He still hasn’t touched me.
“How are you this morning?” he asks.
What, no “babe”? No “Pixie”? No “angel”? Shit is getting worse and worse. I decide to go into protection mode.
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. How are you?”
