"You can," I insist, fingers working her. "One more time. Come with me, Holly. Want to feel you come around my cock when I fill you up."
The explicit promise of my release seems to spur her on. She pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts with enthusiasm. I feel my own orgasm building, my balls drawing tight, the base of my spine tingling with impending release.
"Are you on birth control?" I manage to ask, the last rational thought before pleasure overtakes me completely.
"Yes," she gasps. "The pill. For years. For my—oh God, Jacob, I'm coming again!"
Her admission pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one final time as her pussy contracts around me, triggering my own explosive release. I groan her name as I empty myself inside her, pulse after pulse of hot cum filling her virgin pussy.
We collapse together onto the bed, my body covering hers, both of us panting and slick with sweat. I'm careful not to crush her, supporting most of my weight on my elbows as I press gentle kisses to her shoulder and the nape of her neck.
After a moment, I slowly pull out, both of us wincing slightly. I roll to my side, pulling her with me so her back is nestled against my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist.
"Are you okay?" I ask softly, searching for any sign of regret or pain in her expression as she turns her face toward mine.
To my relief, she smiles.
"More than okay," she assures me. "That was... I had no idea it could be like that."
I brush a strand of hair from her face, allowing myself a moment of tenderness I rarely show. "You're incredible, you know that? Most women wouldn't have been able to take me like you did their first time."
She blushes at the compliment, somehow shy again despite what we just shared. "I guess I was really ready."
"Or really wet," I tease, enjoying the way her blush deepens. "I've never felt anything like you, Holly. Never."
And it's true. I've had my fair share of women—club girls, one-night stands, even a serious relationship or two—but nothing has ever felt like this. It wasn't just the physical pleasure, though that was mind-blowing. It was the connection, the way she trusted me completely despite barely knowing me, the way she gave herself to me without reservation.
"What happens now?" she asks, her voice low.
It's the question I've been dreading, because I don't have a good answer. The responsible thing would be to tell her this was aone-time thing, that she should forget it happened, that I'm not the kind of man who can offer her anything real or lasting.
But looking at her… Flushed and satisfied in my arms, her body bearing the marks of my passion, her eyes clear and unafraid, I can't bring myself to say those words.
"Now we rest," I tell her, pulling her closer. "And tomorrow... tomorrow we figure it out."
It's not much of an answer, but it's all I can offer right now. The truth is, I don't know what happens next. I only know that whatever was building between us before has now become something I can't easily walk away from.
She seems satisfied with my response, nestling deeper into my embrace, her breathing gradually slowing as exhaustion claims her. I stay awake longer, watching her sleep, my mind racing with possibilities and dangers I never anticipated when I knocked on her door earlier tonight.
One thing is certain: nothing will be the same after this. Not for her, and definitely not for me. I've crossed a line I can't uncross, claimed something I have no right to claim. And the most terrifying part is that I don't regret it at all.
Eventually, sleep pulls me under as well, Holly's warm body secure in my arms, her scent in my nostrils, her taste still on my tongue. My last conscious thought is a silent promise to her and to myself: whatever comes next, I'll protect her. With my life, if necessary.
Because somehow, in the span of a single night, this woman has become precious to me in ways I never thought possible.
Chapter 6 - Holly
The insistent knocking jerks me from a deep, dreamless sleep. For a disorienting moment, I don't know where I am. The room unfamiliar, the bed not my own.
Then I feel the warm weight of an arm draped across my waist, the steady breath against my neck, and everything comes rushing back.
James's debt. The shooting. The fire escape. Jacob.
Sex. My virginity. The most intense pleasure I've ever experienced.
The knocking comes again, more urgent this time. Beside me, Jacob stirs but doesn't wake, his face relaxed in sleep in a way it never is when he's conscious.
Another knock, followed by a woman's voice. "Holly? Are you awake? It's Luna. I need to speak with you. It's important."
