He kisses me, slow and deep, and I can taste a hint of myself on his tongue.
“I could kiss you all night.” I whisper, tracing his jaw with the tips of my fingers.
“That sounds like a perfect way to spend a night if you ask me.”
My hand leaves his face, wandering down his body.
This man has muscles for days. His abs put any six pack I’ve ever seen to shame. He’s all defined tautness, without one ounce of fat in sight. But his skin is smooth and supple with just the lightest dusting of fine blond hair scattered here and there.
I feel my way down that delicious V carved on his hips and find his cock, thick, long and hard.
“That feels good.” His voice is gravelly when I close my fingers around the base of his erection.
I explore his length, stroking him slowly from base to tip.
“Fuck.” He covers my hand with his. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna come all over your hand, pretty girl. And I was hoping to feel that perfect little pussy of yours squeezing me the same way your fingers are doing right now. Unless you don’t want to. We can still stop if that’s what you want.”
I shake my head. “You’re what I want.” I pull his face down to meet mine, putting all my pent-up desire in every brush of my lips against his.
Colsen takes over the kiss, rolling on top of me. He hovers over me, careful not to crush me with his weight.
The contact is enough for me to feel his cock, hot and hard against my lower stomach.
“Colsen,” I beg when he finds my clit with his fingers.
“I’ve got you, pretty girl.” He stretches over me, opening the top drawer of his nightstand and grabbing one single condom.
Nerves resurface as I watch him open the foil packet and sheathe himself.
Technically, I’m not a virgin. Even if I can’t remember anything about my first and only time, I know Tim and I had sex. I was too sore to come to any different kind of conclusion.
In a way, I’m glad I can’t remember it.
I thought I wanted to get rid of my V-card and that at almost twenty-two it didn’t matter who I gave it to. I just didn’t want to be a virgin when I graduated college.
Now that I’m here with Colsen though, this feels right. I’m not delusional that I’m madly in love with him; we just met.
But this whole night has felt special and a little romantic, especially if we don’t count the shooting incident.
The point is that Colsen is handsome, sexy and attentive, and I couldn’t ask for a better first time to remember.
For a second I can’t help but think about Tucker; about how would it have been if I were in his bed instead.
My mind returns to the present when Colsen nestles his hips between my thighs, lining himself up with my entrance.
He kisses me as he pushes himself inside me.
As I feel my own body give in to his invasion without any pain, my muscles relax and before I know it, Colsen is buried inside me to the hilt.
“You good, pretty girl?” He brushes a lock of hair away from my forehead.
“All good.” I smile. “Are you good?”
A pained expression appears on his handsome face. “Yes and no. Yes, because I’m inside the most beautiful woman, I’ve ever met. And no because you feel so good and you’re so fucking tight that I might embarrass myself and come before I even started moving.”
His words help ease the last of my nerves.
Knowing that I have this effect on a hot, popular guy like Colsen makes me feel powerful in a way I’ve never felt before.
