I knew it would be good.
Warmth emanates through me, and it’s not just the Tennessee weather.
He inserts another finger, stretching me open, preparing me for him. My heartbeat thuds against the mattress, and I concentrate on the music flooding the room, and everything settles.
“You’re doing wonderful,” Mateo murmurs, and my chest warms, because I do want to do this well. It occurs to me that maybe I’m supposed to do more than just bury my face in my pillow and stick my bottom out, but Mateo doesn’t seem to mind.
This is my first time, and Mateo is patient and gentle, just like the faceless dream man when I allowed myself to imagine someone doing all the things I want done to me.
Crinkling sounds, and then I feel something at my entrance again. Something warm. Something larger than a finger. Something…
My heart expands.
Something exactly like Mateo.
“Take a breath,” Mateo says.
I do so obediently.
“And now exhale.”
And with that, Mateo slides inside of me.
Mateo and I are joined together.
We are one.
Mateo rocks back and forth inside me, and yes, there’s a slight pain, but it’s fine, really fine. Then his hands grab onto my hips, and his cock angles against that secret part of me, and then there’s no pain at all.
Pleasure surges through me, and I think I say something, but I’m not sure if it’s in English or German or no language at all.
Mateo chuckles softly behind me.
Mateo hits that spot over and over again. His strong, sturdy hands move over my body, and it’s delightful. It’s amazing.
Mateo came with me to Nashville, and even though I know it’s not forever, I can pretend now that it is forever, and we are the couple that the world thinks that we are.
He moves inside me, his throbbing cock pulsing, and tension tightens around me.
I’m not used to this pleasure.
I’m used to the pain of sore muscles and avoiding pucks and getting hit by pucks anyway. I’m used to being tackled and shoved. I’m used to fighting with other defensemen.
I’m not used to this.
And I love it.
Just like I…
I swallow the thought away.
Mateo is murmuring things to me in Spanish, and my heart expands and expands, and so does every part of my body, until finallyI shatter.
The pillows are the most beautiful pillows that I’ve ever seen in my life, and I lay my head on them.
Mateo gives a delighted gasp. He thrusts again and again—and then he explodes inside me.
I am no longer a virgin.
