I work her with my tongue and fingers until she’s trembling, until she’s making sounds I want to memorize forever. But when I try to add a third finger, I’m clumsy, and she winces.
“Shit, sorry—”
“It’s okay,” she breathes, but I pull back anyway.
“I’m sorry. I’m still figuring this out.”
“Hey.” She sits up on her elbows, looking at me with those green eyes. “You’re doing fine. Better than fine. Just—” She reaches down, covering my hand with hers, guiding my fingers. “Like this. Feel that?”
I follow her guidance, and when she moans, the sound goes straight through me.
“Yeah,” I say roughly. “I feel it.”
“Good. Now—oh God, yes—just like that.”
But before she can come, she’s pulling at my shoulders.
“I need you inside me,” she says, voice strained with want. “Please, Rhett. Now.”
I kiss my way back up her body, settling between her thighs. My cock is hard and aching, pressing against her entrance. But suddenly, the weight of the moment hits me.
“I need to tell you something,” I say, my voice rough.
Her eyes search my face. “What?”
“I’ve never—” I swallow hard. “With anyone. I was waiting. For you.”
Her pupils dilate, surprise and arousal mixing in her expression. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yeah.” Heat creeps up my neck. “I know it’s—”
She cuts me off with a kiss, deep and possessive. “That’s so fucking hot,” she whispers against my mouth.
The words send fire straight through me. She reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my cock, and I nearly lose it at the contact.
“I want to be your first,” she says, guiding me to her entrance.
When I start to push inside, the sensation is overwhelming. She’s so tight, so wet, so incredibly hot around me. I have to grit my teeth and go slow, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
“Fuck,” I breathe, stopping halfway. “You feel—this is—”
“Don’t stop,” she says, but there’s amusement in her voice. “You can form complete sentences later.”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Sorry, I just—”
“Rhett.” Her hands frame my face. “Less talking. More moving.”
“Bossy,” I manage, but I push deeper, both of us gasping at the sensation.
“Breathe,” she whispers when I go completely still, buried to the hilt.
“Right. Breathing. That’s a thing people do.” I realize I’ve been holding my breath and let it out in a rush.
She laughs, and the sound vibrates around me in a way that makes me see stars. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m overwhelmed,” I correct. “There’s a difference.”
Focus, Caldwell. Don’t pass out on your first time.
