He pulls back to look at me, his eyes burning. “Tell me what you want, Mina. I’ll give you anything. Everything.”
“I want—” I can barely form words. “I want to touch you.”
His breath catches. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He guides my hand to the front of his jeans, and I feel him through the denim—hard, straining against the fabric. He groans when I press my palm against him, his chest heaving.
“Fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Mina, I love you touching me.”
“Take them off,” I whisper. “I want to see you.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
He strips off his jeans and boxer briefs in one motion, and then he’s naked above me, and I can’t look away. He’s beautiful. All of him. The lean lines of his body, the muscles of his stomach, the hard length of him jutting toward me.
I wrap my hand around his cock, and he hisses, his whole body going taut. “Mina.”
“Is this okay?”
“It’s—fuck—it’s more than okay.” The muscles of his stomach clench and release.
I stroke him, slow and curious, learning the feel of him. The velvet skin. The heat. The way he pulses in my hand.
“You’re so hard,” I whisper, marveling at his thickness in my hands.
“For you. Only ever for you. God, Mina, I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long. You have no idea—”
And then suddenly I’m on my back and he’s above me, braced on his forearms, his hips settling between my thighs.One second, I was touching him, the next, he’s positioned at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against me.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and his voice is strained, like it’s taking everything he has to hold back. “Mina, I need you to tell me this is okay.”
My heart is pounding. I had no idea I’d be losing my virginity today, but now we’re here, and my core is aching for him. And there’s no one else I’d rather give it to.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “I want this. I want you.”
“Thank God,” he groans. He pushes forward, and I feel the stretch of him, the pressure, his thick intrusion.
Pain.
I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders, and he freezes immediately.
“I’m so sorry, Mina.” His face is anguished. “I’m so sorry I have to hurt you.Fuck.”
I force myself to breathe through it. “I’m okay. Just—go slow.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
He sinks into me inch by inch, pausing every time I tense, murmuring apologies and endearments against my skin. It hurts, there’s no pretending it doesn’t, but he’s so careful, so devastated by the idea of causing me pain.
“I’ve got you,” he keeps saying. “I’ve got you, Mina. It’ll feel good soon, I promise. I’ll make it feel so good for you.”
Finally, he’s fully sheathed inside me. He holds perfectly still, his arms shaking with the effort of restraint, his forehead pressed against mine.
“You okay?”
