“No,” she whispers.“I haven’t been with anyone else.I want it to be you.”
That faint whisper of truth unravels something deep inside my chest.Something primal.Possessive.Feral.
She wants me to be her first.
I brush my lips across her jaw, down her throat.“Good,” I growl.“And for the record…” I pull back just enough to meet her gaze.“You’re already mine.”
I reach across and grab a condom from the drawer, rip it open with my teeth, spit the foil to the floor, and roll it over my cock one slow stroke at a time.My hand works up and down the length of me, and I feel her stare burn into every fucking inch.
When I look up, her eyes are on my cock, and, fuck, that makes me harder.
“I’ll take it slow,” I mutter, voice rough with restraint.
Truth is, I’ve never taken it slow.Never needed to.Never wanted to.I fuck to forget, to get off, to wipe the slate clean.It’s always been fast, hard, and dirty—as if it’s a goddamn competition to finish first and walk away without remembering a name.
But this?
This isn’t about getting off.It’s about her, and I’m not going to ruin her first time by treating it like every other fuck.
I shift between her thighs, grip my cock, and guide the tip to her pussy.She tenses a little, but I feel it.Her breath catches.Her thighs tighten.
“Breathe, Red,” I say, my voice softening as I slide the head of my cock through her folds.“I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Her lashes flutter.Her chest rises and falls with shaky breaths, and fuck, she’s so beautiful in this vulnerable state.Trusting me to be her first.
I press in, slowly and carefully, just the tip, and her warmth wraps around me like a fucking vice.I bite back a groan.
Fuck, it’s tight.Gloriously fucking tight.
My cock throbs as I watch the head push in, swallowed inch by inch by her warm, untouched pussy.I lift my gaze to her face because, as much as I want to get lost in what she feels like wrapped around me, this isn’t about me.It’s about her.About Red.
Her brows are pinched, lips parted, and her breath is shaky.
“Does it hurt?”I ask, voice hoarse from holding back.
She shakes her head.“No… it just feels strange.”
My thumb traces her hip, anchoring us both.“So you want more?”
“Yeah,” she breathes.“But slowly.”
I nod and grip her hips, anchoring myself there as I push in another inch.Then another.Her pussy squeezes around me, hot and slick, still so damn tight every nerve ending sparks.Every cell in my body screams at me to thrust, to bury myself to the hilt and fuck her like I always do—rough, fast, no strings, no thought.Simply sensation.
But this isn’t that.
This isn’t some forgettable fuck.
This is Red.My fucking Red.
The girl who kissed me once when we were kids and rewired my whole damn brain.The girl who’s been living rent-free in my head ever since — smiling, laughing, haunting me with everything I never thought I’d want.
I move slowly and deeper until I’m almost fully inside.Her hands grip my arms, nails digging into my skin.I lean in and press my forehead against hers, my chest rising and falling.
“You’re doing so well,” I whisper, barely holding it together.“So fucking good.”
She nods, her eyes glossy and her lips trembling.When I finally bottom out, fully buried inside her, I swear I see stars.
I give her some time.
