“I’m not,” he promised. “Just need to grab some condoms.”
I watched as he hurried out of the room and back—while the view of him going was wonderful, the view of him coming back was downright spectacular—carrying some foil packets in his hand.
He ripped one open and I stared fascinated as he rolled it down his length, slightly intimidated by just how long and thick that length was. I’d heard some scary stories from my mom about how bad losing your virginity could be. Stories of blood and lots of pain. I hoped she’d exaggerated, but what if she hadn’t?
Marco had already established himself as an expert at making me feel good, but I was fairly certain me screaming in agony would put more of a damper on things than either scars or panic attacks ever could. Now, I had the dubious honor of being the nervous one.
I attempted to act blasé and nonchalant about it. Everyone had to lose their virginity sometime. But he didn’t buy it.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Kelly. I promise. If you need me to slow down or stop or anything else, you tell me.”
One thing I’d noticed about us was that we both seemed to be very tuned in to each other. What I had with him stood outside of any of my other relationships, not just because of the sensuality of it, but because of the emotional intensity. Just like I’d been able to sense what would most help him, he always seemed to know what would most help me.
And those words couldn’t have been spoken at a better time if he’d tried.
“I trust you,” I told him, running my thumb over the cleft in his chin again.
Then his hands passed over me, ratcheting up the tension throughout my system. He held my breasts in each palm, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as he sucked the skin just below my earlobe into his mouth, making me cry out at the duel sensations occurring simultaneously. Laying my body flat, he hovered over me, dropping one hand to my folds.
“Christ, Kelly, you’re always so wet,” he said, that familiar strain making his voice gravelly again.
“You make me wet,” I told him, shocking myself. I’d never said any such thing before. Never used such crude and dirty language, even if it was the truth. But my reaction was nothing compared to Marco’s, who groaned, squishing his eyes shut and scrunching up his face. Had something gone wrong? “What happened?”
“You almost made me come, that’s what happened.”
“Just by saying you make me wet?”
He growled then, and nipped at my shoulder. I gasped at how much I liked it. “Yes.”
I smiled, feeling a strange feeling I’d never felt before. Empowered. “Good to know.”
He smiled back, though his was far more predatory. “There’s something else you should know.”
“What’s that?”
“Payback is a bitch.”
“Lord, I hope so,” I giggled, enjoying
this teasing thing we had going back and forth.
But then he inserted two fingers into me at once, and my giggles died away. His predatory smile vanished too as he removed his fingers and placed himself at my entrance instead. I stiffened and shut my eyes tight, my entire body bracing itself against what he was about to do.
“Baby?” he said, moving his free hand to frame one side of my face.
“Uh huh?” I squeaked.
“You have to relax, or this’ll hurt no matter what I do.” He looked away from me for a moment as if needing to regain control, then turned back. “You hear me? Breathe out, okay? Let every muscle go to mush.”
I did as he said, making myself relax as best I could.
I could still feel him there before he pushed forward, going in by no more than an inch. “Breathe,” he told me again, but this time, I couldn’t tell if he said this to me or to himself because his breathing was just as labored as mine.
“You okay?”
I nodded, and he went in by another inch. This time, I felt a lot of pressure, but I didn’t want to tell him to stop, not when we were so close. Still, I couldn’t keep my body from tensing, and not in a good way.
“Relax, Kelly. Breathe out for me.”