"Do you need me to stop?" he whispered. "This could be enough for tonight."
"No!" I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth. "I'm okay."
Shit! This shit hurts!
He reached down and grasped my hips as he thrust harder.
"Alex," I screamed out. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pushed my mouth against him. He hiked my leg up over his hip, giving him better leverage as he continued to thrust inside me.
"Jocelyn, baby, you feel so good."
The pain subsided, but it was still uncomfortable. I knew that was to be expected, and I didn't care, because when I looked up at Alex, I could see how good this felt for him. His eyes were shut, he was breathing heavy, and his jaw was tight. He was absolutely beautiful, and he was mine.I'm making him feel this way. Only me.
He slowed down his pace, and his strokes grew more deliberate with each thrust.
I felt his body tighten. Then he screamed out my name as he gripped my hair. A few seconds later, he collapsed onto my chest. His breathing was erratic, and he didn't move for a few seconds. Then he pulled out of me, holding the base of his softening member so the condom wouldn't slip off. He gently kissed me before getting up and going into the bathroom. He was back in the room and in bed holding me within seconds.
"That was perfect," he whispered against my hair.
"Are you sure it was okay?" I asked. "I know I wasn't that good."
"You were better than good," he said. "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"
"No, it wasn't as painful as I thought. You were very gentle."
"I'll always be gentle with you." He smiled. "I'm . . . ." He left the sentence hang, something he'd done quite a lot lately, and that was so frustrating.
"What is it?"
"You're just really special to me," he said. "I hope you know that."
"I do." I returned his smile. "I feel the same way about you."
"Do you promise me you'll tell me if you're not okay?" He seemed really worried about me.
"I'm better than okay, Alex," I said. "I'm glad it was with you."
"I'm honored that you gave me something so special."
He took my hand and pressed it to his lips. I started to giggle.
"What is it, silly girl?" He laughed.
"I lost my virginity on prom night." I snorted.
"That is kinda funny. But, since you didn't actually attend, it's not as clichéd as you think."
"I guess you're right." I snuggled into his chest and let out a deep, relaxed breath.
"I love being in your arms."
"Hmm . . . ." He sighed.
"It's not time for me to go, is it?" I hated the thought of leaving him after what we had just shared.
"No." He reached out, grabbed his phone, and pushed a few buttons.
"What are you doing?"
