My heart almost bursts at his confession. He looks like a little puppy, all shy and adorable. Which is weird, given that he’s one of the deadliest men I know of. With a small chuckle, I lean in and peck his lips briefly.
When I pull back, something resembling a whine follows, and I can’t help but crack a smile at the behavior. He runs his hands through my hair, trying to detangle the wet parts of it, being as gentle as possible.
“Does it bother you that I don’t have any experience?”
His question throws me off, but I recover quickly. “Not at all. I’m just surprised?”
“Why would you be surprised?” His fingers abruptly stop their movements, and he looks at me with a serious expression. “Butterfly, I breathe and live for you. It’s not that ridiculous.”
“It’s not,” I shake my head. “But are you sure you want me to be your first? I mean… given everything that I’ve done…”
I pause, the insecurities hitting me harder than I’d like to admit. The truth is, I never had a choice or a say in whom I’d lost my virginity to. It was painful, I was bleeding a lot, and it’s one of the worst memories that I have. I want Arlo to be with someone who isn’t as damaged as me, both mentally and physically. Because at the end of the day, that nagging voice at the back of my head tells me he can do so much better than be stuck with me for the rest of his life.
“Don’t,” he warns, his voice dropping an octave. “Don’t even go there. You’re the only person I ever want to be with. If that means you never being comfortable having sex, so be it. It’s not a big deal. I can live without sex. I can’t live without you.’’
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” he says quickly. “You’re all I need, Blair. In any way, you’d let me have you.”
With a deep breath, I lean in and kiss him. He returns the kiss immediately, his hand cupping the back of my head, tilting my head to the side, giving himself better access. The moment we kiss, all of my worries vanish, even if it’s for a little while. He’s always been able to tame the monsters inside me, to keep them at bay.
Slowly, I push him to lie down, and he lets me. I get on top of him, his hands immediately falling to my thighs. He pushes his tongue into my willing mouth, a small moan leaving my lips. He all but growls at the sound, his chest rumbling.
Arlo breaks the kiss, looking at me with eyes that are full of desire. “Are you sure about this?”
I nod. “I’m sure.”
“Just tell me if you want me to stop. We’re doing this for you, butterfly.”
Before I can respond, Arlo flips us over, crawling between my legs. He kisses me again while working quickly to get his pants and underwear off, and when he does, I’m left speechless, mouth open in shock.
I had an inkling that he’d be quite gifted down there, but I didn’t think he’d have a literal snake in his pants. The tip of his cock is already oozing with precum, the head thick, pink, and almost throbbing. The veins along the length make my mouth water for a moment, and when he grips it, stroking it a few times, I feel my body reacting.
Moonlight peeks through the curtains, illuminating his white hair. His bare torso, packed with ink, glistens under the soft streaks of luminescence. He grins, that wicked smile of his that gets my knees weak. His tooth gem shines brightly, and I force myself to look away from him, feeling my chest tightening at the sight.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.
Arlo gets off the bed, finds his wallet, and pulls out a condom. He’s back between my legs quickly, rolling the latex on his aching cock with ease. My brows furrow in confusion as to why he’d use a condom, especially if it’s his first time, then the realization hits me.
He knows no one was ever considerate enough to use condoms with me. He’s doing it for me, not for him. He leans in, kissing my neck. The growls and groans that come from his lips make me shiver, my hands tangling in his hair. It’s only now that I truly realize how long his hair’s gotten over the time we spent apart.
“You smell like me,” he murmurs against my skin, nipping on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “Fuck, you smell so good, butterfly.”
I can’t form words to respond. Instead, I grip his chin tightly and kiss him. Arlo’s more than eager to kiss me back, his cock lined up against my entrance. I tense up, causing him to break the kiss. He pulls back enough to look at me.
“Relax, butterfly,” he murmurs, his gravelly voice sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve got you. It’s just me. You hold all the power here. If you want me to stop, just say it.”
“Don’t stop.”
Arlo nods, then slowly starts pushing in. Deep, loud moans come from my throat, and Arlo barely holds himself together, body trembling. He pushes his cock all the way inside, pausing for a moment and letting me get used to his massive size.
Then, he starts moving.
It’s slow at first. A steady, gentle rhythm that tugs on my heartstrings. I pull the shirt over my head and throw it aside, my nipples hardening at the exposure to the colder temperature.
Arlo dips his head down, capturing one aching bud in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, before sucking on it. It’s when he starts picking up the pace, and my emotions go into overdrive. He’s reaching the sweet spot inside me, time and timeagain, and I’m positive I won’t be able to hold on for much longer.
“Arlo,” I moan. “Faster.”
