I slowly pulled out of her, careful not to spill any of my seed, and then I lay beside her. The only lights in the room were the candles, so we lay on the rose petals while the wax slowly dripped. The city was visible outside the windows, and the bedroom was quiet with the exception of our deep breathing.
She moved close to me and hooked her arm around my waist, resting her face on my chest.
I was hot and sweaty, but I didn’t push her away. I let her cuddle into me when no one else had that right. Normally, I would hop in the shower the second sex was finished, then leave the room, but I stayed by her side because there was nowhere for me to go.
I was too tired anyway.
I felt like a boulder fell on my body and crushed me into the floor. She knocked the wind out of me, made me breathless. With the others, I went about my day and continued like nothing happened. But with Monroe, I felt so weak that I couldn’t move.
That I could just stay there forever.
18
Monroe
When I woke up the next morning, I was on his chest, sleeping like a cat trying to stay warm. His chest rose and fell slowly, practically lulling me back to sleep even though it was late in the morning.
I opened my eyes and looked across his bedroom, remembering everything that happened last night. I gave myself to him without reservation, my legs wide open so I could take all of him, his length and his girth. I cried because of the pain, cried because of the way he stretched me. It was a sensation I never could have anticipated. Sex was supposed to be the greatest sensation in the world, but my first time was a challenge.
It took a long time before it started to feel good, and even when it did, it still hurt the entire way through.
But it aroused Slate, watching me struggle to take his big dick. His eyes had a look of desire he’d never displayed before. His jaw tightened, and the sweat slicked across his chest with a sexy gleam. He tried to be gentle with me, but his body had other plans. His cock wanted more of me, couldn’t help but hit me deep and hard.
That turned me on, watching that beautiful man enjoy me so much.
They said the first time would hurt no matter what, but I suspected it hurt more because Slate was so large. Would I have wanted him to be smaller? Probably not. I would just have to get used to him.
He stirred underneath me, opening his eyes and taking in the morning light. As if I was featherlight, he didn’t notice I was on his chest until he started to move. He turned his face to mine and looked at me. “Morning.”
“Morning.” I leaned down and kissed him.
He kissed me back before he rolled me onto my back. “How’s your girl? Sore?”
“A little.”
He moved his head under the sheets and planted a soft kiss at my entrance.
I tensed at the contact, my eyes closing when I felt the softness of his lips against mine.
His head reemerged, and he looked down at me, a shadow of a beard growing along his jawline. “It’ll feel better in a few days.”
Not if he fucked me sooner than that.
“I need to take a shower and get to work.” He left the bed and walked into the bathroom, his bare ass muscular and sexy. He rounded the corner and disappeared.
Once he was out of the room, I suddenly felt cold inside. I expected him to take me again before he started his day. I expected some kind of playful banter back and forth. It was the first time I’d slept over, and now I didn’t want to leave this big bed. It was so comfortable, so warm.
I got out of bed and put on my clothes and looked at the time. I didn’t realize how late it was, and unless I left right this minute and headed to my apartment to change, I would never make it before I was officially late for work.
I went into the bathroom and raised my voice over the falling water. “I’ve got to head to work. Otherwise, I’m going to be late.” The steam rose from his large walk-in shower, and inside stood a muscular, naked man, rubbing soap across his beautiful skin.
“Alright.” He rubbed the bar of soap across his chest then down his arms. “Bye, Monroe.”
I didn’t like the way he said bye. It was a word I’d never heard him explicitly use before. And he usually called me sweetheart to top it off. “Bye…”
The first few days were filled with bliss. Losing my virginity was a memory I would treasure forever, because it was with a man I adored. He had a kind heart that was hidden inside a rough exterior. Sometimes he was standoffish and unbearable, but underneath that ruggedness was always a man with good intentions.