“Stop!” Nate growled out the word so sharply, she had no choice but to follow. Holding herself still, he looked up at him and waited. “I want to make sure you’re not hurting first.”
“Nate, I’m fine.”
“Look at me.”
She stared right at him, loving the blueness of his eyes. He had such beautiful eyes. Any woman could get lost in them, and she had a feeling most often, people did.
“Now, I want you to be still. Completely and totally still.”
She sat poised, waiting, not moving, wanting to, but afraid to.
Both of his hands went to either side of her head, caging her in. She licked her lips, and as he began to thrust inside her, she couldn’t help but respond in case there was pain.
There wasn’t.
There was no pain.
Just pleasure.
A gasp fell from her lips, and Nate immediately stopped. “You’re still in pain.”
She shook her head. “I’m not.”
“You’re not?”
“No, please, don’t stop.” She tried to wriggle on his dick, not wanting him to stop, more than happy for him to keep on moving, to take her, to fuck her, to be with her one hundred percent.
Nate did exactly that.
He took hold of her hands, keeping them on either side of her head but locking her into place. She whimpered as he took his time, thrusting in and out of her. He moved her legs around his waist, and it seemed to help him go deeper, to hit a spot within her that had her arching up and begging for more.
At first, he started off slowly. Each thrust slow and steady, not going too fast. He built it up until he went from making love to her, to fucking her.
Every plunge had her crying out, feeling the coil of her orgasm start to uncurl. Nate reached down between them, his thumb tracing across her clit. The first stroke making her cry out as the pleasure assaulted her body. It was intense as she came around his cock. Different.
Each pulse made her feel like she was trying to suck Nate into her body. Clenching around his hard cock.
After her orgasm, Nate showed her how gentle he’d been, how he’d taken his time to draw her orgasm out of her. He changed.
He wasn’t gentle.
He was fierce, pounding inside her with so much force the bed hit the wall. The sounds vibrated around the room, but Lemon didn’t care. All she cared about was being with Nate, of feeling him inside her.
“Fuck!” Nate slammed inside her, and within seconds, she felt his arousal as he came. Each drop filling her as he flooded her pussy.
It seemed to go on and on forever.
He collapsed against her as the last of his release left him, his lips brushing across hers as he kissed her.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“I’m sorry that I hurt you.”
“I believe a woman’s first time is supposed to be painful.”
“It still doesn’t mean I like you being hurt.” He reached out, pushing some of her hair back from her face. “You’re so beautiful.”
She put a hand on his chest, feeling a little more confident to finally touch him. “So are you.”
“I’m not beautiful.”
Lemon laughed. “Do you want me to call you handsome? Sexy?”
In response, he kissed her hard. She moaned, knowing she could get used to the sheer possession of his kisses. She didn’t know if it was like this for every guy, but she wasn’t going to take the time to find out.
He was … everything.
All of a sudden, he pulled away. “I’ll be back.”
She frowned as he left the room. “Nate, where are you going?”
He was gone for a couple of minutes. During that time, Lemon sat up and stared down between her thighs.
Blood, mixed with his cum and hers, oozed between her legs. Some of the books mentioned blood.
She looked up as Nate returned. “I’m not on the pill.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He surprised her as he picked her up.
“Hey, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I’m doing this.”
“I’m too heavy.”
“You’re not.”
“Nate, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
He gave her a little jostle, leaving her no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck and to hold on to him, not wanting to let go.
His laughter filled the air. “See, nothing to fear.”
Nate took her to the bathroom, where he’d run her a bubble bath.
He lowered her into the water. “You will be sore,” he said.
“I’m fine.”
“I’ll be back.”
“Nate, I can take care of the sheets.”
“And I’m going to go and take care of it now.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
She wasn’t worried. Well, maybe a little.
The pill made her feel queasy. Her mother had tried to get her to use one to help control her menstrual cycle, to make it regular. When she was younger, her cycle had been a mess and her mother had only been trying to do what was best for her, but the pill made her feel sick.