He’s my first, and right now I can’t imagine anyone ever taking his place. I know I’ll never want another man the way I want Blue. And despite our words, I know this will never be enough. I’m already addicted to his touch. I’m already his, as if my body has imprinted on him or he on me. I only know I’ll never belong to anyone else. Not like this.
He’s the only one I want, and he’ll be the only one I want until the day I die. I’m sure of it. I know it in my soul.
Just sex? How could anything this good, anything that feels so right, be just sex?
How will I ever keep my word to him about that? This will never be casual for me.
He moves his hand between our bodies and strokes my clit again, drawing reactions from me I’ve never felt before today.
With every thrust, he becomes more urgent, until his body is rock hard above me, all muscle and movement, and I’m clutching him.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he says, grabbing my thigh and pulling it around him.
Soon he’s pounding into me, and it’s something to watch. When his orgasm hits him, his body goes stiff, trembling as he comes and then collapses on top of me, his hot skin pressed to mine. He’s breathing hard, and I feel his heart thundering.
I wrap my arms around him, and hold him close, kissing his neck and his ear and his strong jaw.
He moans and gathers the energy to lift his head and meet my eyes. “You okay?”
I smile and nod. “That was wonderful.”
“Bullshit. I hurt you.”
“You made up for it.”
That gets me a grin and a flash of white teeth.
He pulls out of me and sits up. “Shit.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing. There’s just some blood. Stay there and let me go turn on the shower.”
He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the water come on. A moment later, he returns.
“Come on.” He scoops me into his arms and carries me into the attached bathroom.
I giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
“This is the first time a man has ever carried me. I think I like it.”
“Do you, now? Guess there’s a lot of firsts for you today, huh?”
There’s a small shower stall, and he sets me down and reaches inside to adjust the temperature, and then he’s pulling me in with him.
Warm water soon turns hot and sluices over our bodies. He reaches for a container of body wash and pours some in hishand, then soaps my body from head to toe and then I do the same with his, laughing.
He’s gentle when he works his soapy fingers between my legs, taking care with my tender flesh.
Even so, I moan.
His expression softens, and he dips his head and kisses me.
“If you weren’t so sore, I’d lift you up and fuck you against the tile,” he teases with a gleam in his eye.
When we’re finished, he towels my body dry, his touch gentle and tender. Then we dress, and he takes my hand and leads me out to my car. The sun is setting, and I know I’m supposed to be home by now.
