“This first time will probably hurt a little, but it'll feel good soon,” he promises, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I nod nervously. He kisses me, his tongue softly caressing mine, as I feel his dick against my opening. I can't believe it's finally happening. He reaches down, pulling my leg up and holding it against his hip as he takes his cock in his other hand, positioning it at just the right angle.
I gasp as he enters me and sharp pain reverberates through my entire lower half. I feel his hips stop their forward motion. He moves his mouth over to my ear, softly sucking on my earlobe and darting his tongue in and out as he moves forward again. The pleasurable sensation at my ear helps to distract me from the massive pressure I feel pressing into me. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his back, willing myself to relax. I know I'm in good hands. Just when I think the pain will be more than I can handle, he stops, and I can feel the skin around his hips pressing against mine. He's all the way in. He circles around slowly, and I feel my first twinge of pleasure at the sensation.
He pulls his head back and looks at me. “OK?” he asks. I nod, feeling breathless. Without taking his eyes off me, he begins to pull back out, all the way to his tip, before sliding in again. He pulls out a second time, and as he returns, my lips part in surprise at my body's response. I think he can sense that I'm starting to warm to the sensation, because he begins to move a little faster.
“Oh, Nate, that feels…it feels…” I trail off. There are no words. I simply wrap my legs around his back and dig my hands into his hair as he moves against me, as exquisite waves flow through my body. His lips find mine again, kissing me with a passion that matches the faster pace he's setting.
I feel an orgasm begin to build inside me. I've had orgasms before, including an amazing one with Nate, but this one feels different. It's so powerful that it scares me. I bear down against it, holding my breath to keep it at bay. But everything Nate is doing is working against me. I feel his hands move to my breasts, and my back arches against the heat of his palms. He kisses my neck as I bend to him, and his cock finds new and untouched nerve endings to drive me to the edge.
“Oh, Nate, it's too much…” I breathe, opening my eyes. “I don't know if I can.” He slows down for a moment.
“Brynn, you're safe with me,” he murmurs, his dark eyes finding mine, tenderness and passion mixed in them. “You just have to let go. Let go with me.” He begins to speed up, but his eyes don't leave mine. I follow his advice, trying to let the orgasm take me rather than trying to control it. “Yes, yes, Brynn,” he grunts as my eyes roll back in my head.
He slams his hips into me now, driving his cock inside me. I hear myself begin to moan as though I'm outside of my own body. His torso lifts off of me and he thrusts in a little deeper. The slightly new angle is enough to push me right over the edge. I completely lose control, my body arching with spasms of its own accord. I can vaguely feel him bucking on top of me, his sweat dripping down onto my skin.
He collapses on top of me and I tuck my face into his neck. His body weight feels exactly right on top of me. I feel like I could stay like this forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I wake up to soft kisses on my cheek. My eyes flutter open in surprise.
“Mmm?” I murmur incoherently.
“You passed out,” I hear Nate whisper back. I realize he's still on top of me—and inside me.
“Oh, sorry,” I smile, blushing a bit. “I hope I didn't make too much noise.”
He grins. “Well, I think if they'd heard anything, we would have known about it by now.”
“How long was I asleep for?”
“Just twenty minutes or so. I was worried I was going to crush you.” He kisses my lips and then reaches down. I watch him hold the base of the condom as he pulls out of me. The sensation of him leaving my body is jarring, and I lay still for another minute, absorbing it, as he walks to the bathroom. He comes back with a couple of wet tissues and I sit up to take them from him.
“It's OK,” he says. “Lie back.” I obey, and feel him carefully wiping up the inside of my thigh, and then begin to giggle. He stops and looks at me with a confused frown.
“I'm sorry, I just—I never thought I'd be in this position with Nate Thornhill!” I explain. He shakes his head with a bemused grin as I continue to giggle.
“You bled a little, but it didn't get on the comforter. That would have been tough to explain,” he says as he returns to the bathroom.
“I could have just said I had my period,” I point out as I pull my comforter back and crawl underneath the sheets.
“Oh, I guess that's true,” he says, coming back and sliding into bed next to me.
“I can't believe I'm not a virgin anymore,” I grin as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. “I was beginning to think it would never happen.”
“So…you liked it?” he asks, running his fingers up and down my arm. I'm shocked to feel my body respond hungrily, as though I haven't just had a mind-blowing orgasm twenty minutes ago.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him. “What about me? Was I…”
“You were excellent,” he assures me. “It was different, though.”
“Different, how?” I ask, frowning.
He shrugs. “I usually don't really know the girls I sleep with. Or have feelings for them. Even the ones I get to know, because we're hooking up regularly, I'll end it when they get too clingy.”
A fissure of concern rises in my chest. “So…don't get clingy?”
“That wasn't a warning,” he says, turning to me with a smile. “Besides, I don't think of you as clingy. Stubborn, maybe.”
“Gee, thanks,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
“So, why did it never happen? Losing your virginity?” he asks, turning to me and resting his head on his elbow.
“Well, I guess it's not that surprising. I've never really dated. My first kiss was with this guy David in my junior year of high school. It was really fast. And gross. His tongue just sort of darted in and out of my mouth. And then senior year, and freshman year of college, a few guys took me out, but it never really went anywhere. I mean, they were fine, but I really wanted to dedicate myself to studying, and getting a scholarship and all that.”
“Did your mom put a lot of pressure on you to do well in school?”
I smile. “The opposite, actually. She was always begging me to get my head out of a book and put on some lip gloss. Which of course just made me want to stick my head even further into a book. I just never wanted to end up like her.” Nate raises his eyebrows at me, and I sigh. “I mean, dependent on men. She never really learned how to do anything because she's so beautiful and charming and men would always do everything for her. But when I came along, they stopped coming around so much, and she had to take care of me all by herself. And even when they did, they'd eventually leave, and she'd be devastated. Curled up in bed for days, depressed, unable to care for herself…”