Virgin Morgan.
The reality of that hits me as I unbuckle my belt, my hands shaking slightly.
I'm going to be her first. Her first everything. The first man to be inside her, to make her come on something other than her own fingers.
I've never been anyone's first before. Sarah had been with two other guys before me. The few women I dated all had experience. But Morgan is trusting me with this. With something precious and irreversible.
And fuck, I want to make it good for her. I want to make it so good that she has no regrets, that when she thinks back on this moment, she smiles instead of cringing.
I'll go slow. I'll check in with her constantly. I'll make sure she comes on my cock at least once, preferably twice. She'll never forget this moment. And if I'm really lucky, if I do this right... maybe I can be her first and her last.
The thought catches me off guard.
Her last. As in, the only one she ever needs.
It's insane. I barely know her. She's been in my life for less than twenty-four hours. She's traveling, grieving, trying to honor her sister's memory. She has a whole life ahead of her, places to see, things to do.
And I'm a thirty-eight-year-old single dad with a struggling auto shop in a town most people have never heard of.
But God, the way she looks at me. The way she talks to Riley. The way she opened up about her sister, trusted me with herpain. The way she tastes on my tongue, sweet and perfect and everything I didn't know I was missing.
Maybe this is just one moment. Maybe she'll leave in a week or two, get back on the road, and I'll just be a story she tells someday. The mechanic who fixed her car and took her virginity in his shop.
If that's all this is, then I'll make it count. I'll make it fucking unforgettable.
I finish unbuckling my belt and pop the button on my jeans. The zipper slides down, and I shove them and my boxers down, my cock springing free.
Morgan's eyes go wide.
"Oh my God," she breathes.
I'm hard as fucking steel, my cock thick and already leaking at the tip. I've been hard since I kissed her, maybe even before that, and the relief of finally being free from the confines of my jeans is almost painful.
"You okay?" I ask, stepping between her spread thighs.
She nods, her eyes still fixed on my cock. "Yeah. I just... you're really big."
I'm not small, I know that. But hearing her say it, seeing the mix of nervousness and want in her eyes, makes my cock twitch.
"We'll go slow," I promise. "I'll make sure you're ready. And if it hurts too much, if you want to stop at any point, you just say the word. Okay?"
"Okay," she whispers.
I lean down and kiss her, slow and deep, trying to pour everything I'm feeling into it. Gratitude that she's trustingme. Desire that's threatening to consume me. Something else, something I'm not ready to name yet.
When I pull back, she's breathless again.
I reach down and run my fingers through her folds, checking to make sure she's still wet enough. She is. Fuck, she's soaked, but I want to make absolutely sure she's ready.
I slide one finger inside her and she gasps.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Yes. God, yes. Don't stop."
I work my finger in and out, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. When I add a second finger, she winces slightly.
"Too much?" I ask.
