“You’ll have to tell me if it was worth it.” His voice is low, seductive.
“What do you mean?” I lean back on the bed as he continues to move closer.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I got them.” He kisses the side of my neck, and I tilt my head to give him better access.
“To be fair. I’m probably not a good judge, considering I don’t have anything to compare it to,” I murmur, already craving more of his touch.
“I know,” he growls near my ear, but it sounds like he’s pleased, at least I hope he is. “One day, I’ll take them all out and we can determine what you like better.”
I nod, because what else do you say to that? I’d rather he get all his answers from me than someone else. It’s also pretty thrilling knowing he hasn’t been with anyone in that long. It makes me wonder why though.
I run my hand down his side and encourage him to come closer. I want to feel his body against mine. I focus on the heat where our skin is connected. I can feel how hard he is. I was expecting the jewelry to be cold for some reason, but everything about him is warm. When he moves to kiss my lips, I forget about my curiosity and just allow myself to get lost in the moment. My heart is pounding so fast, I wonder if he can feel it. Rafe slides his tongue against mine, licking and nipping my lips until my fingertips dig into his back and shoulders.
The crinkle of the wrapper gets my attention. Rafe pulls back from the kiss and uses his teeth on the corner of the package to rip it open. The smell hits me immediately.
“Are you sure that’s okay?” I want to pinch my nose, it stinks.
“Change your mind?” he asks hopefully. I want to, but it would be completely irresponsible of me, so I shake my head in denial. Rafe’s eyes get all sad and mopey, but he doesn’t try to pressure me.
He shifts a little until both of his hands are between his legs, and then he rolls on the condom. I expect him to try to push right into me, but Rafe starts kissing my neck and chest again, and when his hand slides down and he circles my clit with the tip of his finger, I feel my body melt against the sheets. He moves his middle finger down a little and dips it inside me just a tiny bit. When he circles my clit again, I feel the wetness he gathered.
I release a heavy sigh when he removes his hand and positions himself between my legs. “Arms up,” he orders roughly, and I lift my arms above my head. He plants a tender kiss on my lips and uses his left hand to clasp my wrists together. The knuckles of his other hand brush against my stomach and lower lips as he guides his dick closer. The condom is slightly slimy when he brushes against me. My eyes are locked on his as he rocks forward a little. The stretch isn’t so bad at first, but after only a second, I can definitely feel it.
My eyes slam shut, and I bite down on my lip. When I tense up, Rafe strokes my clit. I don’t know how that can feel so damn good while I still feel the pain between my thighs. My knees stop squeezing his hips, and he pushes forward more. I grunt, and he pulls out.That feels weird.
He pushes in until the slight pain is back, and I tighten my legs. He strokes my clit again, and this time when my muscles relax, he tightens his hold on my wrists and slams forward. My eyes water, and I let out a little moan from the abrupt pain. Rafe kisses my cheeks, wiping away the dampness with his lips.
He doesn’t move for a long time. He just kisses my face until he eventually makes his way back to my lips. “You’re going to feel me here tomorrow,” he whispers against my mouth. “Every time you move or sit down, you’ll think of me filling you.” He slowly starts to move his hips and the pain is still there, but it’s minor compared to what it was before. When he begins rubbing his finger around my clit again, that small part of my body becomes so much more important than the lingering pain.
“Let me touch you.” I wiggle my fingers, and Rafe immediately releases his hold on my hands. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bury my face in his neck, panting as he makes me forget how full I feel. I never expected to have an orgasm the first time I had sex, but I’m quickly racing there now. My inner muscles clench and spasm, and Rafe groans in my ear. The euphoria of the orgasm only lasts a few seconds, though, and I start to feel a little pain again. Rafe pumps his hips a few more times, then buries himself deep inside me and becomes still.
The only thing I can hear over my thumping heartbeat is our mingled breaths. After a few long seconds, Rafe starts kissing me again. This time, he’s even more gentle than before, as if he’s thanking me.
When he reaches between our bodies again, I tense up. “I’ve got to get rid of this.” He pulls out of me slowly, and I’m left feeling a little achy. Rafe kisses my forehead before getting off the bed and walking to the bathroom. I could spend a week looking at his body, and I bet I still wouldn’t know all his tattoos.
Once the door closes, I do a happy wiggle in the bed. Not only am I no longer a virgin, but I can’t imagine there will ever be a time when I look back and regret this moment. Rafe was sweet, attentive, and made me feel special. My feelings for him are a little frightening though, and every time he makes promises or insinuates we have a future together, I get butterflies.
I hear the water turn on in the bathroom just as my phone starts ringing. Rafe opens the door and pokes his head out, looking at me. I scramble toward the end of the bed, tugging the sheet with me to grab my phone that must have slid out of my pocket when he took my pants off, but he beats me to it. He looks down at the screen before handing me the phone with a grunt.
Gwen’s face fills the display. I think about ignoring the call, but I feel guilty about how things went down last night. I hit the green icon, giving Rafe an apologetic wince. “Hey.” I hear her sniffles first. “Gwen?”
“Lucy…can you come get me?” she sobs, and I’m already moving to gather my things.
“Where are you?” I search briefly for my panties but give up after a second and pull up my jeans with the phone pinched between my ear and shoulder. Rafe hands me my shirt before getting dressed himself.
“I’m not sure, outside a club downtown.” She sniffles some more.
“I need you to tell me where you are. Can you find some place to wait for me?”
“I’m…I’m a mess, Lucy,” she admits and starts crying harder.
“It’s okay, babe, don’t cry.” My heart is breaking. What the hell happened to her? I hit the speaker button and toss the phone on the bed so I can put my shirt on. “You don’t know the name of the club?” I look up at Rafe. He’s fully dressed in a dark pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. I probably look like a mess. I pat down my hair. This is not how I expected the rest of my night to go.
“No, I’m dumb, so dumb, Lucy.” I think her teeth are chattering.
“Describe the club,” Rafe demands. I wait a second for Gwen to respond, but she doesn’t, so I prompt her.
“Gwen, describe the club.”
