This is a new feeling to me when it comes to a guy—so nervous, so excited, and so overwhelmed at the same time. I’ve also never wanted to be with a guy so bad, so this is an entirely new experience for me.
The guys I’ve dated before, having sex just felt like the next step in our relationship, but this is totally different. There’s this pull, this fire, that is new, and admittedly, it’s driving me insane. I don’t have any addictions, but I get it now—this deep-down need that people feel. The problem is, I haven’t even had sex with him yet, so it’s terrifying to think what my feelings for him will be when I have.
Will it go away?
Will it be more intense?
The fear and thrill of it all is real.
He pulls into his driveway, and I take in his quaint place. It’s obvious this is an older part of town with the way the houses are smaller; it’s probably only a two-bedroom and not like the new five-bedroom places they build now.
To my surprise, he takes my hand, lifts it to his, and kisses it before turning off the truck and opening his door.
I do the same and step out, glad when my legs hold me up—because for a second, I wasn’t sure if they were going to with how nervous I am.
He joins me on the other side of the truck and reaches his hand out to mine, so I grab it, and he walks us up to his front door in silence. I stand by his side, biting the inside of my lip while he opens the door and turns off the alarm system.
“When you’re gone for twenty-four hours at a time, an alarm system is important,” he rambles on, almost like he’s anxious, which is cute.
“I can see that,” I respond, standing in his doorway, not sure where to go from here.
“Can I get you something to drink?” He motions toward the kitchen, but doesn’t move.
I step closer to him, deciding to break this weirdness between us that’s happening right now. He knows why I’m here. I know why I’m here. I want him so bad that it hurts, so I do something I’ve never done …
I initiate our first time.
His eyes burn into mine as I bring my palm up to his face and rise up onto my tiptoes to kiss him.
Without a second thought, he leans down, picks me up, and carries me to his bedroom.
We lock lips as he lowers me to his bed and slides on top of me, pushing my legs open and landing exactly where we both need him to be.
His hands run down my side as he slowly raises my dress. When his fingers touch my bare skin, I swear an electric current flashes through me, fueling me, and I want him more than I need air.
I gasp, and he catches it with his mouth as he grinds into me more.
I pull at his shirt, lifting it above his head. He sits back, removing it completely and taking a moment to look at me. His tattoo, which covers his arm and runs up his shoulder, makes his arm look bigger than it did before. This guy is cut, and I can’t wait to experience what he feels like against me.
I reach up for him, and he takes my hand, bringing it to his lips again.
“I just wanted to take you in for a second. You’re so beautiful.”
His words make me blush, but I can’t take my eyes off of him.
He reaches in his back pocket, taking his wallet out. He pulls out a condom, then holds it up for me. “I will always protect you,” he says with what feels like more meaning than just the condom before he sets it on the bed next to us.
It must be the firefighter in him, something ingrained in his soul, like his life mission is to protect other people.
I move my hands to his belt, making sure he knows this is exactly what I want, and he stands to kick off his shoes then his pants.
He moves down my legs, raising one foot at a time, taking off my boots before tossing them to the side.
Our eyes are glued on each other as he makes his way up my body, nudging my dress up until he’s pulling it over my head with me in just my panties and lace bralette.
“Gorgeous,” he says with admiration.
He leans down to kiss my stomach, wrapping his hands around my waist and lifting me like a feather, laying me down so I’m flat on the bed.
