Too Sweet (Hayes Brothers #3)(59)

“Look at me, Mia,” I say, hanging over her, my fingers ghosting the side of her warm body. “The way you come... I can’t get enough of seeing you like that.”

She smiles a blissful, satisfied smile, eyes still closed.

“Suddenly speechless, are you?” I trace my nose across her cheek. “Let’s see if I can get you audible again. Now, you’ll come while I’m inside you.”

I get up, pulling my boxer shorts off, and Mia lets out a quiet gasp, eyeing my cock. “Um, it’s so—”

“Big?” I supply, my ego pleasantly stroked.

“No. I mean, yes, it’s big, but I wanted to say soft.”

I blink twice before a burst of laughter rips from my chest. “Soft? That’s what you’re going for? It’s as far from soft as it gets. We’ll have to work on your dirty talk.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She blushes, scooting to the edge of the bed. Reaching her small hand out, she stops, glancing up at me. “Can I touch it?”

“That’s the first and last time you ask permission. If you want to touch me, do it.”

Her gaze drops again. She trails the veins, her touch light but arousing when she smears a bead of precum over the head with her thumb. “So soft,” she murmurs.

I grip her hand, wrapping it around the hilt. “That’s how you do this, Mia.” I clamp my hand over hers, stroking it over myself a few times. “We’ll save that lesson for a different day.”

She moves back, nodding when I pull a condom from the nightstand drawer and rip it open.

“I’ve got a contraceptive implant,” she says before I roll it on. “It helps with my periods, so we don’t need this unless—”

“We’re not ditching condoms, Mia. It’s just latex. It doesn’t change how my body works. Hormones do, so I’ll be the one using protection, baby.” I climb back on the bed, hovering above her. “I won’t tell you to take the implant out. It’s your body and your decision, but I will tell you I don’t want you to have it.”

“Can we talk about this another time?”

“Sure.” I kiss her head, push a pillow under her head, and slide another under her butt, positioning myself between her legs. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

I’ve imagined this moment for two months. Two fucking months, and now that she’s finally here, it’s nothing like my fantasies. I always skipped this part, going straight into picturing myself already inside her...

But I need to get there first without hurting her, and despite hiding it well, I’ve never been so nervous before sex. I’ve never taken a girl’s virginity, but every cell in my body is wound up tight, ready and determined.

“You’re more worried than I am. Relax.” She lifts her head off the pillow, imitating my tone. “You’ve done this before.”

I watch her face, waiting for any signs of pain as I move my hips forward slowly. I don’t get far...

She tenses when the head of my cock finds resistance. Not every girl has a hymen, I know that much, but Mia does, which means I need to be even more careful.

“Just rip the band-aid,” she utters, tensing more with each passing second, the anticipation of pain worse than the pain itself.

“Look at me.” I retreat, then slide back in, barely making contact with the barrier.

Her eyes pop open. Big, round, filled with unease that has me on edge, almost ready to pull out and try another day.

Fuck.

This girl...

This little, sweet, innocent beauty has been my focus point since I laid eyes on her.

“You trust me, Mia. This isn’t a band-aid. I won’t hurt you.”

She nods, smiling small, and I wipe that smile off with a kiss. She’s like playdough around me, adjusting to my rhythm and melting in my arms.

I tease her with shallow, slow thrusts, her body adjusting to take me inch by inch. The more she relaxes, the further I sink. The barrier stretches slowly, letting me in deeper. It takes at least five minutes of cautious movements and my lips working every inch of her skin in reach before I’m as deep as the position allows.

“How’s that, baby? Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s...” She pinches her lips together, frowning a little, “...nice. It’s nice.”

I graze my nose up her cheek, leaving a kiss on her temple. “You’re a lousy liar, Mia. Say what you want to say.”

“You’re so big!” she complains, holding onto my shoulders.

“You sure you don’t mean soft?”

She whacks my back. “Don’t joke! This is serious.”

“No. Sex is supposed to be fun, not serious.”

“God, there’s no space there. How did you fit it in? I’m really stretched... it’s... it’s...” She circles her hips like she’s checking something. “Not bad, just odd.”

I rise on my elbows, looking her over. I don’t know why, but her babbling makes me fall for her that much harder. “Believe me, there’s absolutely no room. I barely fit in, but that’ll work in our favor, you’ll see.”

“Well...?” she muses, raising an eyebrow. “What now? What are you waiting for? Move.”

I retreat my hips slowly and slide back in, loving how she bites my lip, her nails digging into my biceps.