Holding Her Hand (The Reed Brothers 9)
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She cups the side of my face with her hand and kisses me. “I’m not hurting.”
“It’s your first time. I don’t want to go too fast.”
She tilts her hips and I slide in a little deeper. She clutches my forearms. Apparently, the angle change was perfect, because she claws the backs of my arms and holds on to me, her legs lifting higher to take more of me. I press her thigh against her chest and fuck her harder, thinking about cheeseburgers and ice cubes to keep from coming. My third grade science teacher.
She taps my shoulder so I’ll look at her. “Now,” she mouths, and her eyes close as she comes apart in my arms. She falls over the cliff, and she takes me with her. I wrap my arms around her tightly, pounding through the orgasm, pushing inside her as far as I can go, coming deep in the condom, deep in her, and nothing ever felt quite so right.
Until she starts to cry.
Oh, shit. She’s crying, and I’m still semi-hard inside her. A tear tracks down the side of her face, across her temple and into her hair. She turns her face away from me.
I pull out of her tight sheath, hissing as my sensitive dick protests the retreat, and take her face in my hands. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Her shoulders shake, but she wraps her arms around me. I roll to the side, taking my weight off her, and pull her to rest on my chest. She wipes her face on my naked chest and sniffles.
“I’m sorry,” I say again. “I didn’t mean to.”
She lifts her head and rests her chin on my chest. “You didn’t mean to what?” She smiles softly at me.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“I’m sorry I got snot all over you.” She laughs and wipes beneath her eyes.
“I made you cry. I deserve some snot.” I roll her onto her back. “We can do it again. I can make you come with my mouth. With my fingers. I can do better.”
“If you did any better, I’d die,” she says. Then she giggles, her chest rocking under mine.
“What?”
“I’m sorry I got emotional. It was a big thing.”
“Sex?” I’m a guy. I just had an orgasm, so my brain is mush.
“Sex with you. First-time sex. Losing my V-card sex.” She wipes her nose again. “I didn’t expect it to be so good. My sisters said their first times pretty much sucked ass.”
“It was good?”
She nods. “Yes.” She shoves my shoulder. “Stop fishing for compliments!”
I flop back against the bed. “Oh, thank God,” I rush to say. “I thought I hurt you or made you unhappy or something.” I lift my head. “You’re really okay?”
She gets up, picks up my t-shirt and pulls it down over her head. She points to my dick, which is still wrapped in a used condom. “You might want to take care of that. We made a bit of a mess.” Her cheeks flush and I look down to find light pink blood on my quilt.
I jump up and take care of it all, grabbing a fresh quilt as she takes care of herself in the bathroom. I knock on the door when she hasn’t come out. She opens the door a crack and walks away from it. Steam billows out of my bathroom from the shower, and I go in to find her getting in it. My t-shirt is in a lump on the floor, and her naked bottom disappears behind the shower door.
I run a frustrated hand through my hair. I have never really cared how a girl felt after sex, but all I can do is care about how this one feels, because I care about her more than I could ever imagine.
The shower door opens. “Do you want to come in with me?” she asks. She looks down at my quickly hardening dick and bites her lower lip.
I do what any honorable man would do. I go get another condom and get in the shower with her. “Are you sore?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Not yet.” She grins at me and turns her face to the water.
I put my hands on her shoulders and step close behind her, my dick already reaching for her heat. But then I feel it. She’s trembling. She looked so composed and so happy and she was so soft in my arms a minute ago. But now she’s stiff as a board and she’s shaking.
“You’re not okay, are you?” I ask next to her ear.
She leans her elbows on the shower wall and presses her forehead against the tiles. Then she shakes her head.