“No, you...” She sinks her teeth in her lip, shaking softly beneath me, her hands dropping, giving up. She wraps both arms around herself, hiding her breasts. “You said we’re done.”
“Done with sex, not us.Neverus.” I nudge her nose with mine. “You’re in pain, pretty girl. I hate being the reason why, so we’ll start over when you’re feeling better.”
She looks at me again, eyes brimming with hope and a vulnerability that tears me apart bit by tiny fucking bit.
Her thoughts are on display. I don’t have to read her mind to know she can’t believe I want more than sex. She can’t fathom I care enough that hurting her hurtme.
I can’t fucking fathom it either. Not that long ago Iwantedtohurt this girl. Now... knowing I have, I can’t cope.
“You said it, Hailey. I worry about you. I want you safe and comfortable. You’re only one of those things right now.”
“I’m okay. Comfortable.” Slowly, she lifts her hands, fingertips tracing my jaw. “Please... I don’t want to stop.”
I don’t want that either.
The hungry, greedy, primal part of me wants her right now. Now and fucking always, but that part duels—old-fashioned style, pistols at dawn and all—with the part that can’t stand her pain.
“Please,” she repeats, lifting her head off the pillow for a kiss, her dainty fingers gripping my shoulder blades, forcing me down. “Please don’t stop.”
I smooth her hair again, brushing long blonde strands behind her ears. “Promise you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her forehead, then lean back on my calves. “Lift your hips for me.”
Most women I’ve fucked were experienced, wild, catty... I haven’t come across a virgin since I was a snotty teenager, fucking any girl that spread her legs.
Hailey’s nothing like the many I’ve indulged in over the past ten years. She had a hint of innocence about her from the start, but I mistook it for naivety.
The worst part is over. She’s not a virgin anymore and the way it happened will forever top my regrets list.
I powered inside her like a fucking bulldozer...
She’ll be sore when I slide in.
Hailey arches her spine off the bed slightly and I shove a pillow under her hips, my eyes drawn to the virgin blood again. A little is smeared over her pussy lips, a few specks on the sheets, tangible proof that everything happening right now is brand new to her. She’s not experienced and the responsibility of making sure she’s comfortable with every step falls on me.
She reaches down to touch my cock, swipes a little blood with two fingers, and lifts them to see better.
“I didn’t know it would be like this...” she whispers. “I didn’t know there would be blood.” Her cheeks turn bright pink, embarrassment flooding her features. “I should wash up before we—”
“Later.” I take her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling gently. “You wanted to feel me, and I want to feel this.”
I break away but she moves with me, demanding more. Her sweet, hot tongue slips into my mouth, tasting in a lazy, erotic tempo. Having her close, our lips working in sync, fills me with more emotions than any other woman inspired even during the wildest nights of my life.
Kissing never felt this fucking fulfilling.
I rest my forehead against hers, wiping the blood off her fingers against my pec. “You sure you want to keep going?”
She nods, pinching her lips into a concerned line in expectation of pain.
“Look at me,” I rasp.
I slide my cock along her pussy, getting her worked up, ready and wet. Her eyelashes quiver, the blue irises almost completely swallowed by blown pupils—a mix of fear and arousal.
“You need to relax for me. You’re too tense, Hailey. We’re not doing this unless you relax. I don’t want to hurt you.” I drag my lips from her jaw to her ear, biting the soft lobe. “I’ll be gentle, pretty girl. I’ll go slow.”
“Okay,” she sighs. “Okay... I’m fine, I want this.”
