Cole helped me slide my panties down my legs then kneeled between my parted thighs. He ran a palm over my skin and, with a husky voice, asked, “Are you still sure about this? Me being your first?”
I nodded, still trying to hide my nerves.
“Say it, Zara.”
“I’m sure,” I replied. He didn’t smile, but his expression was fraught with lust and desire. “I trust you.”
“Okay.” He smiled and leaned forward again, trailing wet kisses down the crook of my neck. I sucked in a breath when he slid a finger into my pussy and then added another. “So wet,” he murmured. “So sweet.”
He pulled his fingers away, and I whimpered from the absence of his touch. He rested on his forearm and used his free hand to grip the shaft of his hard cock and slide the head through the lips of my pussy, applying pressure on my clit. It felt good, but I started to wonder how he was even going to fit.
I fidgeted, and he looked me in the eyes. “This okay?”
“Yes,” I said on a breath out.
“You’re nervous,” he stated.
“A little.”
“Don’t be.” He placed a tender kiss on my lips. “I’m here. I’ve got you,” he whispered. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. He watched me closely, teasing my entrance. Our eyes stayed locked as he pushed in and out, and I could feel how wet I was, could hear the sounds my own body made as he gently pressed into me. The deeper he went, the more discomfort I felt, and I gripped him tighter. I’d read about having sex for the first time enough to know it wasn’t the most pleasant experience, and all I could remember was Astrid talking about her first and how he kept missing her hole.
“Breathe for me, Zara,” Cole said in a raspy voice. I exhaled and closed my eyes. As soon as I exhaled, Cole thrusted forward. It wasn’t rough, but it damn sure wasn’t gentle either. I squeezed my eyes, trying not to focus on the pain. Cole kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, and whispered reassurances in my ear while my body adjusted to his size. I opened my eyes and found him staring, his gray eyes filled with concern.
“You okay? Should I stop?”
“N-no. Don’t,” I pleaded. I liked him inside me, despite the ache. “Keep going.”
Cole studied my face carefully, then he sighed and thrust his hips forward again. He repeated his thrusts several times until I’d adjusted. The pain was no longer there. It’d transform into a pleasure I’d never had before. Our eyes connected and I smiled. He smiled back and then kissed me, and his thrusts became quicker.
I moaned, kissing him hard, wanting him deeper. Deeper. I gripped his biceps as he hovered over me, my face in line with his chest. I spread my legs further and kissed his chest, moving my hips in sync with his. Speaking wasn’t possible, and really, there were no words I could say right then. This moment was more than I ever could have wished for. I wasn’t sure how much time was passing, but in that moment—with him—time didn’t matter. He was taking care of me, paying attention to what felt good for me. His slow thrusts were driving me insane, building my body up, causing a fire to build in my core.
“Cole…”
I looked up and his neck was tense, his eyes on mine like he was trying not to come. “I’m close,” he muttered.
“I think I am too.” I breathed deeply, holding on to him. It felt like it had when he’d gone down on me, only this was much more intense with him inside me.
“Come for me, Zara. I wanna come with you.” Oh, God. His voice. His words. How were they driving me so crazy? Between one breath and the next, I couldn’t stop the heat building within me.
I let out a shrill cry and came, shuddering beneath his large frame with my legs bound around his waist.
“Oh, fuck, Zara,” he growled, tensing inside me. His body dropped and he pulsed within me, groaning loudly as he came too. His body was tight and hard, and mine grew limp as I tried to catch my breath.
Cole shifted downward, aligning our bodies, and though he was still inside me, he gripped my hair in his hands and slanted his mouth over mine. Our tongues tangled and our lips locked until, once again, we were breathless.
“You okay?” he asked on my lips.
Like a dick-dazed idiot, I smiled and nodded. I was sore, yes, but still good. I felt on top of the world—euphoric, like nothing was ever going to top the moment we’d just shared. He was my first. Wow. I couldn’t believe it.
He pulled out and I bit my lip, not only at the loss of him, but also from the slight sting between my legs. For whatever reason, I was relieved there wasn’t any blood on the condom. Cole removed it and walked to bathroom, giving me the perfect view of his sculpted ass. He was so gorgeous. I wondered if he knew just how beautiful of a human he was.