“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained.
“Okay,” I confirm, nodding my head where it’s still cradled by Aric’s soft pillow. “Keep going.”
So he does, carefully at first, watching my face for any sign of pain as he eases his cock deeper inside me. I catch my breath again, and he pauses, waiting for my body to accommodate his girth.
We do this over and over again, until finally, he’s buried inside me.
“You did it,” he whispers against my throat, and though I can’t see it, I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Can you do me now?” I ask, emboldened in the darkness as snow falls silently outside his dorm room window.
He chuckles, the sound a soothing vibration in his chest. “I’d love to.”
Aric shifts his hips, pulling his cock out of me slowly, then sinks it back in. Each thrust is smoother, and though I’m still stretched tight around him, the discomfort fades until I’m panting beneath him, grasping his broad shoulders, kissing him until I can’t tell where my lips end and his begin.
We move together, our bodies growing slick with sweat.
“Poppy,” Aric breathes against my neck, and my name has never sounded so sweet. It’s almost foreign to my ears. “Gods, Poppy.”
I can’t form words anymore, can only hold on to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my legs coming up to wrap around his waist.
His tongue drags along the column of my throat, making me whimper. And then he reaches between our bodies to touch my throbbing clit.
Chapter 57
Aric
POPPY IS EVERYTHING. IN THIS moment, she’s all I can see, all I can feel, all I know.
Her body moves with mine, and every sound she makes—every gasp, every sigh—goes straight through me and right to my cock, making it harder and harder to hold back. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, holding on like I’m the only solid thing in a spinning world, and I want to be that for her. I want to be her rock. I want to be everything she needs.
I kiss her again, trying to pour everything I’m feeling into it—all the love, all the gratitude, all the desperate need I feel to make this perfect for her. Her first time. She’s giving me this precious part of her, this trust, and I’m determined not to waste it.
“You feel so good,” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough, my fingers circling her slick clit as I thrust into her. “So perfect, Brains.”
She makes a sound that’s half laugh, half moan. “Don’t call me that right now.”
“Why not?” I ask, smiling and nipping at her bottom lip, which is swollen from all our kissing. “You’ll always be my brilliant girl.”
“Aric—” My name comes out breathless, and her body tenses and trembles beneath me.
That alone almost makes me cum, but I grit my teeth and hold back.
Not yet. Her first. She cums first.
I adjust my angle slightly, guiding my cock into her tight pussy, and she gasps, her back arching off my mattress, her small tits pressing into my chest.
“Tell me what you need,” I whisper against her ear, still circling her clit with my fingertips. “Tell me how to make this good for you.”
“It already is,” she gasps. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
I’m not perfect. Far from it. But the way she looks at me—the trust in her moonlit lavender eyes, the flush across her warm brown cheeks, the way her lips are parted with pleasure—makes me want to be.
I start to fuck her faster.
Poppy’s breathing gets shallow, more desperate, and her fingers slide into my hair, tugging it free of the topknot and making me groan.
“Aric, I—” She breaks off, her eyes going wide.
