I swallow, suddenly unsure.
I see the change in his eyes as it dawns on him. “I am your first, Luisa?”
I nod, and he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He glances toward the door, as if he’s thinking about sending me on my way.
That’s the last thing I want, and panic floods through me. With it, comes the knowledge that I don’t want to stop or turn back now.
“Blue…” I hold my hand out. “I want you to be my first.”
He stares at my hand for a split second before giving up any thoughts of sending me home.
The instant his hard body comes down on me, I know I’m where I’m meant to be.
His lips find mine, and his kiss tells me everything. He wants me as badly as I want him. When he finally lifts his head, he searches my eyes. I think he’s about to say something, but I’m done talking. I don’t want to change my mind, so I pull his head down again.
Eventually, when the kiss is not enough for either of us, his mouth trails down my jaw and throat, and across my cleavage. His hand snakes under me to find the hook of my bra, and he pulls it off, tossing it to the floor.
He devours my breasts, his mouth moving from one nipple to the other, and the tug of his lips has them wet and engorged and standing pert like they’re begging for more.
His body shifts, and he works his way down my body. Thumbs hook in the fabric at my hips, dragging my panties down my legs, and then I’m completely naked before him. His hungry eyes take in every inch.
“Stunning. Just like I knew you’d be.”
I melt a little at his words.
He shifts off the end of the bed to his knees and spreads my thighs apart, making room for his broad shoulders. His hands stroke up my thighs toward the apex.
“Your skin is so soft, sweetheart,” he whispers in a low murmur that sends a ripple of desire through me.
He draws out the anticipation of his touch, moving slowly up my legs until I’m dying for that very first touch. And then his thumbs sweep over me and I jump.
“Easy, baby. I’ll go slow. I promise.”
I take a deep breath and force myself to relax.
“Only want to give you pleasure, sweetheart. We good?”
I nod, and a moment later, my hands fist in the blanket when he seeks out my clit, then dips his head and strokes his tongue over it.
I moan, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. He’s gentle and tender and everything I could want, taking his time and coaxing my body to respond. And it doesn’t disappoint. I feel a rush of wetness flow from me.
He laps at it, then lifts to watch me as he slips two fingers inside me and strokes my clit with his thumb. It’s the most incredible sensation, and I feel my body tensing, and with every stroke the feeling becomes more intense.
His finger inside me seeks and finds a spot that has me jolting with sensation. “Oh, God. Do that again.”
My mouth falls open, and my hips lift in reaction. He works me until I’m thrusting against every movement, wanting something I’m not even sure of.
He works it over and over until I fly over the edge of ecstasy with a moan.
While I lay gasping, floating down to earth, he leans and grabs something from the nightstand. I don’t realize what it is until I hear the wrapper crinkle and realize it’s a condom. He rolls it on, then moves over me, and takes his erection in his hand, guiding it to my drenched opening. Before I can react, he thrusts inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls.
I gasp and cry out at the searing pain, and he goes still inside me.
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts, but it can’t be helped. It’s because it’s your first time. It’ll never hurt again, baby. I promise.”
He gives my body time to adjust, and soon the pain fades. When he begins to move again, he’s gentle, his body slowly rocking against mine, and I cling to him and kiss his neck.
