I let go of him and pulled his boxer briefs down his thighs.Stefan reached down and helped me get them off.Then—his cock lay on my belly.“Rub me in your wetness.Get it ready for you,” Stefan panted in between kisses.The idea of doing that nearly made me orgasm again.
Then I did what he asked and grabbed his cock in my hand.I rubbed the tip over my well-lubricated slit.When the head glided over my clit—I gasped.Because it felt so freaking good.
The.
Best.
So, I did it again.And again.
Until Stefan grabbed himself out of my hand.“If you keep doing that,” he spread my thighs further with his knees, “I'm going to come on you.Instead of in you.”He nudged himself at my entrance, and I knew I wouldn't be a virgin much longer.Stefan would see to that.
An instant later—he began inching inside.One controlled thrust at a time.I felt his arms shake by my sides, and for some reason I found that so endearing I nearly started crying.
As nervous as I was—I was pretty sure Stefan was, too.
“You okay?”he asked in a strained voice.
“I'm way better than okay.Keep going.I'm good,” I partly lied and partly told the truth.Because even though Stefan was taking his time—like a gentleman—it still really freaking hurt.
And that actually surprised me.
I wasn't some young teenager.I honestly didn't think it would hurt at all when I finally had sex.Apparently, I was wrong.
Really wrong.I breathed through the pain and gritted my teeth.Surely once he was fully in it wouldn't hurt anymore.
Right?
Or that was what I told myself, anyway.
A minute later, he said, “How are you?Do you need a minute?”Stefan's voice cracked slightly, and I smiled.He really was sweet sometimes.
“I'm fine,” I lied and hoped the pain would end soon.
Stefan pulled out—almost all the way—and then pushed himself in.
And in.
And in.
Geez.
That did not feel good.
At all.
He very slowly moved in and out of me, causing sharp shocks of pain with each motion.It felt awful.
This was not at all how I thought it would be.It was like I had shards of glass—down there—and Stefan was shoving them inside of me deeper and deeper.
This was terrible.
Part of me wished Stefan had made good on his threat and come on me.Instead of wanting to come inside of me.
My eyes pinged open, and I gasped.“Oh, crap,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist.I had forgotten something very, very important.
Stefan stopped.“What?What's wrong?”
I let out a loud huff.“You're not wearing a condom.And I'm not on birth control,” I informed him.How stupid was I not to think of that extremely important fact until now?Good grief.
