And feeling him tense up just before he does is possibly the best thing in the world. I hold Chris tightly as I move my hips back and forth to try and give him the same level of ecstasy that he gave me. I raise my legs up around him and make him go faster, bringing him to orgasm. Chris makes it so easy for me to respond, to move with him and for him. I love how it feels as he pounds against me while he comes. There is nothing better. And I know that he must be coming hard because he thrusts into me over and over, until he is almost spent. And just before he’s done, he is kissing me again, and I get to feel his breath in mine while he finishes.
Overwhelmed. I am entirely overwhelmed by him and by being with him.
Eventually he moves from on top of me and lies back on the bed, pulling me to nestle into the crook of his arm. He kisses the top of my head while he drifts his fingers across my back. Neither of us can talk. I cannot believe how good he has made me feel. I just can’t. I mean, the first night that I have sex and… that? He’s clearly some kind of sex god.
I mold my body to his, feeling intoxicated by the amount of pleasure the last hours have provided.
“You’re still okay, right?” he asks me.
“Of course.”
“You sore?”
I shrug.
“Yes?”
“A little,” I admit. “But I like it.”
He laughs. “You do? Why is that?”
I move on top and sit up while I straddle him. I grin. “Because it means fantastic things just happened.”
“I’m glad you think they were fantastic.” He looks just as happy as I do. He takes a deep breath. “Look, I know this is a stupid, corny thing to say, but… Blythe, it means a lot to me that I’m the first guy you’ve been with.”
Chris draws his hands over my breasts, touching me so tenderly and exquisitely that I can’t believe how fortunate I am to have my first time be with someone whom I trust so completely with my body. With all that I am. “It means a lot tomethat you’re the first guy I’ve been with.”
His hands go down the length of my torso, over the curve of my hips, and across the top of my thigh. “Your body…,” he starts. “Your body is just rockin’.”
Now he’s embarrassing me. I wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable having him do significantly more intimate things than pay me a compliment, but he’s being ridiculous. “Stop it.”
“Seriously. I mean, I’d love your body no matter what, but I have to admit that running has made you even more…” His gaze follows the path of his hands as they travel over me, and I have to look away. “Look at you. These legs, and this waist.” His hands sneak under me. “And this gorgeous ass.”
“Chris…”
“It’s true.” He sits up, puts a hand on the back of my neck and strokes my cheek with his thumb, and then rolls a lock of my hair over his finger. “And these beautiful curls… Face it. You’re gorgeous.”
“You’re a dope.” I squeeze his arm and touch his perfect chest. “And look who’s talking. You’re a block of muscle.” Then he lets me move my fingers over his face while I take in how extraordinary he is. “These stunning green eyes, and this disgustingly perfect masculine jawline.”
“Nowyou’rebeing a dope.”
I lean in and rub my nose against his. “And this adorable nose.”
“Now you’ve lost it.” I can tell he doesn’t like his crooked nose, but he kisses me anyway. “Hey, Blythe?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re good, you and me? This doesn’t feel, you know, weird to you, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t. We’re completely good. I know what this is, and what this isn’t, just like you do.”
He nods, and we’re quiet for a minute. “Since we’re going to be in this hotel for a few more days, maybe we could…”
“Yes. I think we definitely could.” Thank God. I’m not done with him by a landslide. I still have a lot of catching up to do.
“What are we going to tell them?” he asks with a smile.
“Your family?’
