My hand braced against the headboard.
His eyes flared.
He lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hips, then thrust into me even deeper.
As I looked into his eyes, the words almost slipped from my lips.
Almost.
But I beat them back.
I’d read books.
I knew that sometimes when you say it in the heat of the moment, it might not mean as much as you need to convey.
So, I held them in as his eyes heated.
Over and over, with powerful thrusts from his magnificent body, he slammed into me.
And then, I felt it.
He hit that spot.
That oh-so-sweet spot.
It started to build inside me.
Until he growled, “Not without me.”
And then, even harder, he slammed into me.
His hips slammed into mine.
The headboard was banging against the wall.
My breasts were bouncing.
And then... he rotated his hips, pulled out, then slammed inside me, “Now, Star Shine. Fucking now.”
And like a bomb going off, I detonated.
He stilled inside me.
Then we both came together in a passion that had the most magnificent colors of blues, purples, reds, and oranges that seemed to float around us in a haze.
Once we both came back down from that high, he asked, “Did I hurt you?”
“Only in the best of ways.” I sighed in contentment.
He nodded, then pressed a tender kiss on my lips, and then he pulled out of me, and I watched as he pouted.
I giggled.
He chuckled, “I didn’t want to leave your heat, but you need a hot shower for your muscles.”
And before I could respond, I was up in his arms, bridal style, as he carried me to the bathroom.
That was when I experienced my first time showering with another person.
