“Fuck, you’re tight, Patience.” He paused with just the tip of his cock inside me. Slowly, he pulled out a little before pushing back in. He worked his length in this way until he felt the resistance of my virginity. “This may hurt, but I’ll make it feel good again, okay?” he gritted out, waiting for a nod before he pushed in, breaking through the barrier, and only pausing once he was fully seated inside me—pelvis to pelvis.
Pain and pleasure swirled together as I tried to catch my breath from his entrance. My eyes were tight, and I felt his lips on my cheek as he kissed away the tear that escaped and was rolling down my face.
I opened my eyes and met his concerned gaze. Desire swam in the depths of his eyes, but his concern for me over road the needs of our bodies. He was back to being Prince Charming. “You okay, baby?” He asked, his voice gruff and tight with his restraint.
“Yeah. The pain is fading,” I croaked out. There were so many emotions and sensations I was feeling.
“I’m going to start moving, then. If it hurts too much, tell me, okay?”
When I nodded, he leaned down and kissed me. He pulled out slowly, and my pussy clenched down around his length as he slid out. Tucker groaned and pushed back inside me. The mass of nerve endings he hit as he started slowly thrusting in and out had me clutching onto him. My nails dug into his back as my hips started pumping to meet each of his thrusts.
Together, we get into an ever-increasing rhythm as he powered into me, one thrust after another. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. I lost all sense of time, and everything in the world around me faded away until nothing was there except Tucker and me.
My pussy pulsed around him. We were no longer kissing, but gazing into each other’s eyes with so many unspoken words. “Tucker…” I simply said his name, but I meant so much more.
I cupped his face and brought his lips back to mine, kissing him hungrily with all the pent-up emotions I felt. I was feeling wild and out of control, eager and hungry for more of him—never wanting this to end.
His hand moved between us as he balanced his body on one arm so he wouldn’t crush me with his weight. I felt his fingers as he moved to part the top of my flesh to find my clit. The small circular motions he made over that bundle of nerves caused pleasure to sweep through me. My body shuddered and clenched down tight on his girth in response to his touch.
I released his lips and called out his name loudly, like a prayer, as waves of ecstasy traveled through me. My inner muscles clamped down repeatedly on him as my orgasm took over. I was convulsing and shuddering so hard I thought my heart was going to stop from the intensity of it all.
Tucker thrust one more time deeper and harder within me, his jaw clenched as a serene look of pleasured relief crossed hisface. I felt the warmth of his release flowing into me. My body milked his in the rippling aftershocks of my orgasm.
We stayed still and unmoving as we both basked in the glow and warmth of sexual bliss. When Tucker finally rolled to the side, he pulled me with him, half draping me over his body. I burrowed into his heat and let out a sigh of contentment.
“That was—” I couldn’t find the words to say. It was incredible, amazing, intense… Every word I could think of seemed to pale in comparison to what had just happened.
“Yeah, it was,” he agreed, kissing me on the head and taking a deep breath.
“Is it always like that?” I asked, shyly looking up at him.
“No, Patience.” His eyes fill with warmth as if he knew exactly what I was needing. Tucker cupped my cheek and placed a soft, reverent kiss on my lips. “This was so much more.”
Chapter 12
TUCKER
Patience was laid out halfway across my chest when I heard a knock on the front door. I knew it was Noah bringing me the keys to her Jeep, so I slid out from under her and grabbed my jeans from the floor before quickly pulling them on. I walked into the living room and paused long enough to check the peephole.
Noah was standing there; he took one look at me and knew exactly what happened and who was in my bed. He handed me the keys and gave me a warning, “Don’t hurt her,” before he turned and walked away. Griffin may have been her blood family, but the other two guys were just as fiercely protective of Patience as he was. That knowledge both pleased and annoyed me. When it was time for me to go, she would be protected, but I hated that I wouldn’t be the one doing the protecting.
I closed and locked the door before tossing the keys onto the counter and going into the bathroom. I looked down at my cock and saw the dried blood from where I took her virginity—without a condom. Fuck. I’d never been so careless in my life with a woman. She could end up pregnant, and I was surprised to find myself wanting nothing more than to go back to bed and take her bare again in case the first time didn’t take. I was fucking gone for this girl.
My cock started to expand at the image my mind conjured of Patience with a baby bump. God, I would love to tie her to me forever. I knew I would have to be careful because she’d be sore. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Patience in any way.
I turned the warm water on and grabbed a washcloth, soaking the terrycloth square to clean myself up. I soaked andrung out the cloth again before I plunged it back into the warm stream of warm water, wetting it. One final time, I twisted the washcloth to drain the excess water out then shut off the faucet before I went back into the bedroom.
Patience was still asleep, so I gently started cleaning up the blood and cum from her thighs. My dick was hard as nails by the time I was done, and Patience was responding in her sleep to my ministrations. I ground my teeth, knowing I couldn’t do anything about it, yet. If I pushed her too much, she wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning.
I finished cleaning her up, and though her body responded and she moaned, she didn’t fully wake. The long day and the emotional roller coaster she had been on wore her out, then if you add sex on top of that; she had every reason to be exhausted.
Quietly, I grabbed the phone hidden in my bag in the closet and shoved it in the back pocket of my jeans. When I went back into the bathroom, I threw the rag into the hamper, and washed my hands before going into the living room to check for any messages.
My body was tense when I saw the missed call showing on the screen. A missed call meant something had developed and I could be heading back to the city. I looked toward the room and sensed no movement, so I hit return call.
“Roth. You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m good.” I kept my voice low.
