The Perfect First (Fulton U, #1)(53)

Seph





My body was on fire. The heft of his cock resting against my clit made my thighs tremble around his body.

I wanted all of him.

I needed all of him.

The stories and studies about first times didn’t matter. This would be different because it was us. Reaching down between us, I wrapped my fingers around the head of his cock. The thick mushroom tip would be a challenge, but I was up for it. A shudder wracked his body and I smiled against his lips.

I wasn’t the only one ready to come out of my skin. Lining him up against me, I lifted my hips and squeezed my thighs around him all at once. His body lurched forward, not expecting my assault.

He plunged deep into me so quickly, my back arched off the bed and a vise tightened around my chest, squeezing my lungs, the sharp burn stealing my breath away. I kept my arm wrapped around his back, the other pinned between us.

He froze and tried to pull back. “Seph, what are you doing?” He planted his hands on the bed, but I held on, moving with him. Tugging my arm free, I wrapped it tighter around him.

I clenched my lips between my teeth. The metallic taste of blood invaded my mouth. I’d bitten my own lip trying to hold back the yelp, knowing he’d probably call the whole thing off. Relaxing my mouth, I breathed through the stretching, raw ache in my pussy.

“It’s okay.” I buried my head in his shoulder.

“It’s not okay—I hurt you.” His voice was filled with accusation, not at me, but at himself.

I held on to the back of his neck and ran my fingers through his hair, shushing him. “Give me a second. It’ll be okay.” I breathed through my mouth and some of the burn ebbed away. Shifting, my clit rubbed against him. A flicker of the pleasure from before came sparking back, small little shocks with each shift that canceled out the pain. I moved again and that flame grew.

“We were supposed to go slow.” He ran his hand along my back, the rough pads of his fingers caressing and comforting me. It brought tears to my eyes. Why hadn’t they mentioned this in the papers I’d read? How you could want something so much with another person? How they could hold you close and help you discover a whole different side of yourself?

“You know me, always rushing into things without thinking them through.” I hitched my legs higher on his hips and he sank in deeper. I moaned into his shoulder again, my teeth scraping across his skin.

“Yeah, sounds exactly like you.” His words were clipped and strained. His muscles tightened like he was hanging by the thinnest of threads.

Lifting my butt, I rolled my hips, and more of his cock slid into me. This time my breath was stolen away by a pleasure that pulsed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. “You can move now.” I ground my hips on him, the pleasure blooming and growing with each passing second.

His head jerked back. He stared into my eyes for a hint of deception. “Are you sure?”

Lifting myself, I slammed my hips against him in a thrust that lit me up like a Christmas tree. We both groaned and his arms locked around me so tightly I could barely breathe. Leaning back, I took him with me, back on top of me on the bed.

“I’m sure.” The words came out like a choked whisper.

Bracing his arms on either side of my head, he stared into my eyes, searching.

My hips lifting seemed to be the answer he was looking for. Brushing my hair back from my face, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deeper in me. My back arched off the bed and I moaned out his name. Apparently, that was the magic word.

His slow, measured thrusts transformed with each hitched breath and moan ripped from my lips. I met every movement and clung to the razor-sharp edge of the climax hurtling toward me. He canted his hips and my body shot forward. This wasn’t a leisurely stroll of an orgasm; this was careening over the side of a cliff into free fall.

My nails bit into his back and I screamed louder than I’d ever thought possible. His thrusts got more erratic and his cock thickened inside me, stretching me to my limit. Slamming his hand against the bed beside me, he braced himself on his arms, driving into me one last time. His cock pulsed inside me, triggering another orgasm. This one was a wave cresting in slow motion, spreading warmth throughout my body. I collapsed back onto the bed.

Resting his forehead against mine, he stared at me. The sharp pants of his breathing matched my own. My smile was so wide my cheeks ached, along with a few other parts of me.

“That was unexpected.”

Uncertainty clouded his eyes and, if anything, made him even sexier. He was worried. “Was it okay?” He lifted his hips, pulling himself free from me. The cool air of the room replaced the warmth of his possession of my body.

“That’s supposed to be my line.” I brushed the hair back from over his ears and ran my hand along his cheek. “It was more than I ever could have hoped for.”

His relief was absolute. Rolling off the bed, he got rid of the condom and ducked into the bathroom. He came back with a towel and washcloth.

I pushed up onto my elbows. His knee sank into the bed and he dragged the warm cloth over my skin. My heart fluttered at his gentle touch.

He wiped away the marker of my first time from between my legs and gently dried me. I blinked back tears at his tender care. Now that would freak him the hell out. He put everything back in the bathroom and climbed back into the bed with me, dragging down the sheets on one side.