“Do you like that?”
The smooth head of his cock nudges my entrance. He holds himself rigid, only an inch penetrating my heat. But it feels so damn good. I widen my thighs, wanting more.
We’ve barely done anything and already there is so much pleasure rushing through my system. It’s almost too much for the confines of my body. I want to drown in it and never come up for air again. No one has ever touched me like this. There have been a few boyfriends over the years, but nothing that ever progressed to this level.
“We can’t keep doing this without a condom,” he grits between clenched teeth. “I don’t want anything to happen.”
His movements still as he hovers above me with the head of his cock buried inside my body. The urge to thrust my hips upward and press closer pounds through me.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” he repeats as if he doesn’t understand.
“Get a condom,” I say, arching my back, trying to get him to slide deeper. When he pulls out, I growl with frustration.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” In this moment, I’m certain of what I want. And what I want more than anything is Beck inside me, filling me, making me feel things I never dreamed possible.
In one swift motion, he rolls away from me and toward his nightstand. He yanks open the slender drawer and grabs something from inside.
His gaze settles on mine as he holds a thin packet in his hand. “You’re absolutely sure?”
My core pulses uncomfortably with awareness. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this achy in my life. “Positive.”
He bites his lower lip as indecision flickers across his face.
“Beck, I want this.” I shimmy out of the thong before tossing it to the floor.
A groan escapes from his lips when he stares at my naked pussy. There are no more questions as he tears the boxers from his body before ripping open the package. My focus drops to his cock.
Holy cow.
His erection is long and thick. I’m no aficionado on dick size, but he seems impressively built.
“Take off your shirt,” he says, sheathing himself with latex. “I don’t want anything between us.”
My belly hollows out as I tug the T-shirt over my head. It joins the thong on the floor.
Unsure what to do, I lie still as his gaze lingers over my naked length. We’ve known each other our entire lives. It seems strange that we’re about to have sex. But there’s no one else I could imagine doing this with. It’s always been Beck. Whether I’ve wanted to acknowledge those feelings or not. So, in a way, what we’re doing feels right.
“Having second thoughts?”
I shake my head.
“Okay.” His body loses some of its rigidity. It’s almost as if he’s afraid I’ll change my mind. “Spread your legs.”
When I widen my thighs, he carefully maneuvers himself between them, stroking his hands from my belly to my breasts.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
As he palms the soft weight, I arch into his hands and press myself closer. My eyelids feather shut as he squeezes them. And then he’s back to stroking over my body again. Touching every part of me. He stops at my inner thighs and attempts to pull them further apart.
When I resist, his gaze settles on mine. “I want to see you.”
A protest sits perched on my lips. I’ve never been on display like this. As I open my mouth to voice my concerns, he lowers himself and swipes the flat of his tongue across my slit. The stroke is long and languid.
A whimper explodes from my lips as he repeats the movement. The velvety softness of his tongue circles my clit and sensation gathers, building like a storm inside me until it becomes almost too much to bear and I groan out my release. He strokes me the entire time, wringing every drop from my body.
After my orgasm dissipates, Beck crawls up the length of me. Heat fills his eyes as a smug smile lifts his lips. I’m too dazed to care. As far as I’m concerned, the guy has every right to be arrogant about his skills.
I’m jostled from those thoughts when he places his cock against my entrance and rocks his hips back and forth. With each thrust, he slides inside my body. I groan as pleasure spirals inside me again, but then he continues to move, and a twinge of pain overshadows everything else.
“Are you all right?” He pauses. “Should I stop?”
I shake my head. Stopping is the furthest thing from my mind. Maybe I didn’t plan this, but I want to experience this moment with Beck.
“It’s going to hurt,” he whispers.
Beck has been so gentle. I never imagined he could be this way. It only makes me fall harder for him.
I suck in a breath and nod as I mentally prepare myself for what will come next.