This time, I wouldn’t beg out loud. But my body did all the begging he needed. Positioning himself, he looked down at me. “Scout, I—”
Oh no. He had that look in his eye. That sentimentalLet’s talk about what’s in our heartslook.
“Do you want to have sex with me?” I asked.
“Yes. Of course. More thananything—”
The last line came out a choked cry, because I took the initiative and raised my hips, welcoming him inside me for the first time in one long, hard, punishingly pleasurable thrust.
This time, it was his turn to curse. “Oh fuck. You’re so…you’re so…”
He settled there, giving me time to adjust. It was strange, finally having a man inside me. I was no longer a virgin. But that reality was quickly taken over by another wave of lust.
I didn’t just want to be a not-virgin. I wanted to be fucked.
“Take me, Hudson,” I commanded.
And he did. Gently at first, he rocked in and out of me, giving me his full length in easy strokes. I moved to meet his every gesture, relishing the feeling of being entirely complete.
Dildos were great. I’d never stop using them. We were ride or die. But cock? I didn’t know how I’d go back to a silicone-only diet whenthiswas on offer.
“More,” I said.
Hudson excelled at taking direction. Our passion built together, and we rose in speed and intensity. I gripped at his shoulders, I rocked with him, and before long I felt him rushing toward the edge. I knew he would cum soon, knew I’d been the one to make him so overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Scout.Scout—”
“Yes, yes. Please. Please cum inside me.”
Our bodies met one final time, and Hudson clung to me as my pussy wrung the orgasm out of him, drip by drip. I held him. Maybe too tight, but I wanted to feel the pleasure leave his body. I wanted to share that moment with him.
When, after a few moments, he exited me, I dashed off to use the bathroom—the last thing I wanted was a UTI—then returned to the warmth of bed. We wrapped up under the covers and looked at each other in the dark silence for a long time. Maybe the moment was too precious to spoil with words. Maybe neither of us knew what to say.
We reeled in the wake of our first time—my first time, his first time with me, and our first time together. But eventually he broke the silence.
“I reject your hypothesis, Scout. My studies have concluded that you are unbelievably, incontrovertibly, scientifically proven to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
17
Morning Wood-n’t You Like Some Coffee?
Some people think that having sex will change you. That one day, a dick will slip inside your vagina, you’ll bump pubic bones for 5.4 minutes (the scientific median sex length found in most studies), and poof. You’ll suddenly be different! When you walk down the sidewalk, heads will turn in acknowledgment of your newly sexed-up status! The magic of some dude’s wand will have transformed you forever!
I never bought into that crap. I was determined that I would be entirely clinical about losing my virginity. No longer being a virgin was just a fact. There. I’ve been fucked. It’s done. I can move on.
That was…until I woke the next morning with Hudson’s pronounced morning wood lining my ass cheeks, teasing me with what I couldn’t have anymore.
It might have been a sweet moment—if, you know, we weren’t coworkers who had agreed to a one-night, no-strings-attached hookup. He spooned me, one strong hand on my naked hip. His heart beat against my bare shoulder blade. I might have been distracted by his soft breath on my neck…except I was more focused on the erection against my hip bone.
I hadn’t seen a lot of dicks IRL, but I knew from my entirely work-related research that his was a good one. One that I wasn’t quite ready to have disappear back into his well-fitting pants.
Dammit. The truth was, Ihadchanged last night. Just not in the way I anticipated.
All my carefully cultivated, methodical, and clinical thought processes were now infected with the most reactive of human oddities.
Feelings.
Hudson stirred, his hand caressing my side, and I ached for those fingers to move lower. To slip between my folds so I could rock against them and ride all the way to another orgasm. I wanted him to pull me back onto him, gently taking me from behind so I could relish the girth of him again, that fullness that made me deliciously dizzy all night long.
