About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(50)

That was when I did it. That was when I thrust into her, to the hilt.

Her startled gasp and wide eyes felt like the ultimate betrayal. I felt like a creep. Her body rigid over mine, I watched her close her eyes as a tear trailed down her cheek. Holding her to me, I kissed the tear away. “I’m sorry, baby. Hold onto me. I’m not moving. Just hold onto me. The pain will ease, I promise.”

Brows drawn, she panted and held onto me so tightly that her nails were sure to score me, and I would wear the marks proudly. Another tear fell. I kissed it away, holding my lips at her cheek in silent support. We started this together, and we would get through it together.

A long while passed, and Maya uttered a pouting, whispered, “Ow.”

My lips still at her cheek, I smiled into her warm flesh. “I’m sorry.”

She leaned into me, and I took it as a good sign. A minute later, she announced, “I think I’m ready now.”

Closing my eyes, I breathed her in. “You sure?” Damn, she smelt like lemon and vanilla. Like a f*cking lemon meringue pie. Delicious.

“I’m sure,” she uttered quietly. I decided to test the water. Pulling out, I watched her flinch, and, slowly, I thrust again gently. Her wince was smaller that time, so I did it again, and again until her tight, wet * took me easily and Maya sighed with every plunge.

She was ready. Holding her tight, I rolled us so I was on top. Keeping myself inside her, I wrapped an arm under her butt and pulled her up to place a pillow under her hips. All the while, she looked up at me in a daze. When she was settled and ready to go, I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. “You’re not a virgin anymore, Maya.”

Then she smiled. No, she beamed, and all I wanted to do was kiss her sweet mouth. I gently lay on top of her, kissing her smiling lips, and it felt so natural that my spine began to tingle with unease. I pushed it aside and kept my mouth on hers as I began to f*ck her. Slowly at first, moving in a calculated manner.

Then, picking up speed, listening to her soft moans threw me, and before long, I was driving into her with all I had. Bracing my arms by her head, I f*cked her hard, loving the way her mouth parted lightly and her neck flushed. I didn’t think I could make her come. Not now, not after the pain of losing her virginity, but I guessed I was wrong.

Her hot, slick * pulsed around me, tightening even more. I thrust harder, her mouth rounding in an O. I was on the verge of losing my composure; my balls tightened and I was about ready to shoot my load into her warm core.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I panted, keeping my pace.

Her legs lifted, hoisted on my hips, and she gasped at what the change in position had done for her pleasure. Gripping my shoulders, a low groan started in her throat and I knew she was there. Reaching for her hips, I gripped them and drove into her like a madman. “That’s it, baby. Almost there,” I hissed out through gritted teeth.

I thrust, ground, and plowed into her, and the harder I did it, the tighter her * became. Then suddenly, her back bowed. Clutching at me, her eyes closed, her face became pained and her * jerked around my sheathed cock. Her back slumped and she kept coming, shuddering and gasping for breath, before she moaned long and low in her throat.

Her legs drooping off my hips, I placed my hands under her hips, lower until I gripped her ass, squeezing and kneading as I worked myself to release. My thrusts became jerky, and soon, I was overwhelmed by the feel of her. I drove in again, once, twice, then stilled inside of her, body unyielding, jaw set, panting and growling through gritted teeth. Warm spurts of cum filled the condom and I collapsed, my face buried in the space between her breasts.

Breathing heavily, I sluggishly wrapped my arms around her, panting at her skin, hoping I wasn’t too heavy for her. I mustn’t have been, because she entwined her legs with mine, lifting her hands to run her fingers through my hair.

A moment of realization shook me.

There was no place I would rather be than in Maya’s arms.





Chapter TwentyFour



Mia




Sex.

Who knew it would be so amazing?

I was banking on it being enjoyable. I was definitely not expecting mind-blowing, heart-pounding, and utterly blissful.

As far as first times go, I think mine was pretty darn good. Sure, it hurt like a bitch, but when the pain subsided, all that was left was intense pleasure.

Or it could’ve just been the man delivering said sex.

Quinn was currently running a bath for me. I declined, but he insisted it would ease the aches in my body. What he didn’t know was that I wanted those aches. Those aches were proof I was touched. Proof that I was officially a woman in every way.

But as I sat up, pulling a sheet over me, I winced at the soreness between my legs. Quinn did not miss this. Stomping naked to the bathroom, he stated I would be going into that bath or he would be putting me into the bath himself.

Rolling my eyes, I gave in. And when I did, frowny Quinn turned into grinning Quinn. Both Quinn’s were fine, but when Quinn smiled, he made my heart skip a beat.

He walked out of the bathroom with a white robe on. “Bath’s ready. Need help getting in?”

I shook my head, pushing my chaotic hair behind my ear. “No, I can do it.”

Standing with the sheet, I walked into the bathroom, and before I even saw the bath, I smelled it. Rose, citrus, and vanilla assaulted my nose in the best way, and then I saw the bath and gaped.