Novak Raven (Harper's Mountains #4)(29)

“Ave,” he rasped, rolling his hips. “Yes or no.”

“W-what?”

“How far do you want to take this tonight. I’m good with whatever you want.”

Consent, yes. He was asking for consent. Sweet mate. Mate? His finger slid into her again, and the pressure was already so bright. “Yes,” she cried out.

Weston froze. “Yes, stop?”

“No! Keep going. God, Weston, keep going. Everything, I want everything.”

His teeth were on her, biting her neck, as he pulled his finger out. Weston picked her up roughly and pressed her up against the tree, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pushed into her.

She gasped at the pain and panicked. “Too big!”

Weston pulled out of her immediately, his face looking pained to disconnect, but shit-and-balls, that wasn’t going to work. In a rush, he set her on her feet and gripped her hips. He searched her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She wanted to cry in mortification. “I’m bad at this.”

“What?”

She covered her face with her hands so he wouldn’t see her shame when she admitted, “I haven’t ever…you know.”

“This is your first time?” he asked too loud.

“Shhh!”

Weston yanked her hands away from her face. “Woman, who the f*ck is going to hear you out here? Shit!” Weston pushed off the tree behind her and paced away, then back, running his hands through his hair. “I’m not the right one for your first time.”

“I disagree.”

“I’m not gentle, Ave!”

“You can be with me. I know you can.”

Wes was freaking out. His eyes were huge, and he kept shaking his head. When he paced back the other way, he went farther away from her.

A drop of warmth trickled down the inside of her thigh. When Avery looked down, a drop of crimson raced down her rain-soaked legs. Ashamed, she covered herself with her hands and hung her head.

“We should go back,” Wes said.

“I don’t want to go back yet,” she whispered.

“Well, we can’t stay out here all night.”

“That’s not what I mean. I want to finish this. With you. I’m on birth control, and we’re both consenting adults.”

“Fuck, Ave! I shouldn’t be anyone’s first.”

Eyes burning, she moved her hands and let him see the red. “Technically speaking, you already were.”

Weston approached silently and knelt in front of her, traced the smear down her leg. “Did it hurt. I mean…did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine, Weston. I don’t really want my first time to end like that, though. It’s not like I meant to reach age twenty-four with my virginity still intact. The men in Raven’s Hollow just didn’t want me like that, and my…”

“Your what?” he asked quietly, dragging his jet black gaze up to hers.

She heaved a sigh. “My heart was stuck on you.”

The hard edges faded from Weston’s face, and slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her thigh, right where the red had disappeared into the rain water. And then he kissed her hip bones, one at a time. He stood and hugged her close, didn’t say a word as the rain pattered against the leaves above them. He just stood there for a while, holding her, rubbing small circles against her spine with the tip of his finger.

“Ave, do you want me to be your first?” he finally asked against her ear.

“Yes,” she whispered. She wanted him to be her only.

Weston leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, much softer than she expected. His hands went from steel to silk as he moved against her gently. He held the back of her neck, touched her breasts, dragged his finger along her collar bone. He pulled her hair gently, angling her face back so he could dip his lips to her neck and nibble her skin there. Her insides had flared up with fire again despite the slower pace. He cupped between her legs, rubbed her gently until her legs began to go numb. She clung to him, breath coming in short pants. And when she was close—so close—he laid her down on a bed of moss and eased her legs apart. Weston settled between her thighs, so close she could feel the head of his cock at her entrance. This was it. This is what she’d waited so long for.

Weston was propped up on his arms, his muscles flexing as he looked down at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. How could he do that with just a glance? How could he make her feel so pretty and worthy?

He was hesitating, so she leaned forward and sucked on his nipple. The metal of his piercing was cold against her tongue. So perfect. Weston bucked shallowly into her, then pulled out again. Avery relaxed back and smiled up at him. “I knew you could be gentle.”

“Ha!” Weston huffed out, his abs flexing with the breath. “This is torture. I want to be buried inside of you so bad right now.”

He pushed in again, a little farther before he eased out. Lowering himself to her, Weston kissed her, sucked her bottom lip and ran his hand down her ribs to her hip. Curving his body, he pushed into her again in slow torture, stretching her little by little. Weston rested his forehead against hers and clenched his teeth hard. “You feel so f*ckin’ good,” he ground out.

And so did he. Weston was hitting that sensitive spot again, shooting sparks of pleasure through her. Avery clutched onto his back and rolled her hips to meet him on the next stroke. Weston cupped the back of her head and sucked on her neck as he slid into her again and again. He groaned and bucked harder, but it didn’t hurt. Not anymore. Now it felt amazing. Way better than touching herself.