Understood.
I roll to the side, sliding off my boxers and tossing them in the general direction of where my pants are.
Oh, shit.
“I don’t have a condom.” I can feel my cheeks heating slightly at the admission.
“I’m on birth control. I’ve, uhm, never done this before. The actual sex part.” Her own cheeks heat, and I hate that she feels embarrassed.
“We don’t have to tonight.” I go to roll off the bed, but she stops me.
“I want to. I want you, Gray.”
Moving over her again, I search her eyes, wanting to make sure that this is what she wants. “Are you sure?”
She reaches up and pulls me down by my neck.
I go, more than willingly, and as our naked bodies touch for the first time, I can’t help the groan that leaves me.
Unconsciously, I slide against her, looking down at the contact and seeing my own excitement leaking from the tip of my cock.
The kiss turns messy, her fingers in my hair, my mouth everywhere it can reach without rushing. I trail down her throat, her collarbone, and when I get to the spot where her heart is loud under her skin, I press my lips there and stay. A promise without saying the words out loud. She shivers, hands twisting in my hair.
Reaching down, I position myself at her entrance and carefully slide inside her. Her sharp inhale makes me pause, and I look down at her again. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and she bites her bottom lip between her teeth, taking deep breaths.
“We don’t have to?—”
“You’re good. Just go slow.”
I do what she says, slowly moving into her inch by inch. When I’m all the way in, I don’t move, giving her time to adjust.Her fingers move to play idly in my hair at the nape of my neck, and I can’t help but take the moment and commit it to memory.
At the way her hair is splayed out on her pillow, the faint blush still painting her cheeks. The dark lashes that frame her eyes.
I love every single thing about this girl.
“Hey, Gray?”
Snapping out of my trance, I find her smile waiting for me. “Huh?”
“You can move now.”
Yes, ma’am.
I do as she says, moving in and out of her in long, smooth strokes. My movements get faster, our bodies get louder, and the sounds leaving her make it nearly impossible for me to keep it together.
I kiss along her jaw to her neck, and when I suck the spot there, she shatters, squeezing my cock and pulling me over the edge with her. I come, long and hard, burying my head into her neck as my release barrels through me.
A few moments later, I carefully roll off her, lying next to her instead. She runs her fingers up and down my arm, a small smile sitting on her lips. Finally, she peeks up at me.
“You okay?” she whispers.
I huff a breath that’s almost a laugh. “No.”
Her brow pinches.
“I mean—yes,” I correct, shaking my head. “I mean, I’m so gone for you I don’t know what to do with my own mouth.”
A soft laugh breaks out of her, shaky and surprised. It’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. I kiss her smile before she can hide it.
