He lifts me easily onto the bed, and before he joins me, he removes my shorts and underwear.
“Condom,” he mutters, reaching for the drawer.
I don’t bother telling him I’m on birth control. I figure it’s better to have all the bases covered than to be sorry later. He grabs the foil packet and tears the top off with his teeth.
I feel wild, like my blood is barely contained beneath the surface of my skin, just waiting to release.
He rolls the condom on and before I can blink he’s over me. He grabs his cock and guides it inside me. He’s not gentle about it, but he’s not harsh, either. It’s more like he’s so impatient that he can’t go slow. My body isn’t used to the intrusion, though, and I flinch. It’s been a while and Jace is large.
He stops and freezes. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” He looks at me with horrified eyes. I don’t know why guys are so fucking scared of virgins.
“No.” I shake my head. “It’s just been a while.”
“Oh.” He nods like this is answer enough for him.
He pushes in all the way, and I cry out. He covers my lips with his in a bruising kiss. He pulls back, giving me a moment to breathe and adjust.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I count to five, giving myself a moment to assess the situation. I nod.
He presses his hands to the insides of my thighs, spreading my legs, and he fucks me relentlessly. I’ve never truly been fucked before, and I realize now what I’ve been missing all this time. My body craves this. I need it as much as I need oxygen to breathe.
My nails dig into his back. I need something to hold onto before I float away into oblivion.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, lips pressed to my collarbone. He kisses his way over my breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth.
A part of me can’t believe this is happening while another is breathing a sigh of relief and saying, finally.
He raises and his hands glide down my sides to my hips where his fingers dig in with a bruising pressure. I gaze up at him in shock and awe.
“Let go,” he tells me, and I know he’s not talking about having an orgasm.
He’s pleading with me to get out of my head and unleash myself.
“I’m scared.”
He bends and kisses me. It’s both soft and sweet and searing all at the same time.
“This is me,” he whispers. “It’s okay.”
Heart beating wildly, I take his advice and let go. I push at his shoulder and he rolls to the bed so I’m straddling him.
“Sit up,” I instruct. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
He does as I say, his chest plastered to mine. I move my hips up and down, rolling them from side to side. My hair falls forward and he pushes it back, ducking his head so he can watch where we’re joined. Watching him watch us turns me on unlike anything else.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold on, my hips continuing to rock. I can feel myself getting close and as much as I crave that high, I also never want this moment to end.
He takes my face in one hand, tilting my head back. He looks at the arch of my neck and then down to my breasts in front of him. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs the words with so much emotion that I wonder if he actually meant to say them out loud.
I glance down, watching him fuck me, and then slowly raise my eyes up. I start low, at the base of his cock, over his belly button and abs, his chest, and finally my eyes connect with his once more.
And that’s it.
I follow over the edge into oblivion.
Nothing else exists except him and me and pleasure.