One of his fingers slides inside of me and I arch my back, his digit thicker than mine by far. He lets out a pained sound, but I can’t even begin to focus on it. Not when he starts moving his finger inside of me.
When he pushes a second finger in alongside the first, I buck my hips. “Hot,” he groans. “Tight.” He swallows hard and my eyes snap open to find him already looking at me. “I’m not going to be able to last once I’m inside you.”
“Don’t keep me waiting,” the words are breathless and full of desire.
He stretches me with his fingers, widening them as he pumps them in and out of me. My orgasm builds and it’s right there. So close. His mouth finds my breast again and he bites the underside as he pushes his fingers deep inside me. When he curls them, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I’m left wondering which way is up.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, my words a plea.
Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, Ford does the last thing I expect—he pulls away. My eyes open as I gasp, but I’m not sure if it’s because I’m outraged about him stopping when I was right there, or the vision of watching him practically rip his clothes off his body.
When he’s naked, gloriously so, he crawls back up my body, covering me completely. My hands find his ribs and I hold on, as if it’ll be enough.
The crown of his cock nudges my entrance and we both freeze. I look into his amber eyes and I’ll never regret this, no matter what happens later.
“I’m ready, Ford,” I whisper the words and he nods, relief flitting across his face before he starts to slowly push inside of me.
The feeling is completely foreign at first, and there’s a sting in the stretch. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Pain flares for a moment before he sinks completely inside of me.
We blow out long breaths which have us grinning. The walls of my pussy squeeze around his length and his nostrils flare. Under my hands, his muscles strain.
“I think,” my voice is hoarse, “you need to move.”
“Fuck,” he bites out, his forehead coming down to rest against mine, his breath fanning across my skin.
As he starts to move, I wrap myself around him, my body finding his rhythm and matching it.
“You feel better than I dreamed you’d feel,” he gasps out the words, his hips moving faster and punching forward to fill me with more force.
My head falls back as my nails dig into his skin. It feels like I’m holding on in the hopes of holding myself together.
The orgasm that was building, the one that was left unfulfilled, starts to coil in my belly, bigger this time. Ford filling me with his hard shaft is a strange sensation, but it feels so good, lighting up parts of my body overlooked for far too long.
We’re both moaning, our skin sliding as we move, sweat slick between us.
White lights dance in front of me as my orgasm crashes over me. My walls tighten around him and his movements become uncoordinated. He lets out a groan that is pure relief.
“That’s it, Sunflower, come all over my dick,” his words are coaxing, but the demand in them is woven within.
My body gives him exactly what he wants, and I moan out his name as my muscles lock down and my walls spasm around him. He lets out a low growl before filling me to the hilt and unloading inside of me.
I can feel every jet of his seed, and it only makes this feeling, this connection, better.
We’re sweaty and messy as we try to breathe normally and get our pounding hearts under control. He snuggles against me and it feels grounding and reminds me that this is real.
Not a dream.
Not a fantasy.
I just lost my virginity to the one man I’ve always wanted.
And he lost his to me.
When I glance over at him, his eyebrows are furrowed and there’s concern on his face. I brace myself, hoping he proves to be the man I believe him to be, the one who wrote me those words asking me to be brave.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about protection. I should have.” I blink up at him, surprised and a little unsure about what to say. The idea of him being inside me without anything between us doesn’t frighten me. I’m sure it should.
“I think,” I swallow hard and search his amber eyes, “I’m okay with that.”
