In record time, Caleb slides his pants off and kisses me again. Without breaking contact, his long, powerful arm reaches over, pulls open his nightstand, grapples around and pulls out what I assume is a condom.
Oh jeez. I’ve never actually seen a guy put one on before, and I’m fascinated as he rips open the package, tosses the foil aside, and rolls the condom over the hard length of himself.
My cheeks are red hot, but I can’t not look. I’m mesmerized.
“This is going to hurt.” He pauses, referencing my virginity. “Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”
“Yes.” I stroke his face. “I trust you. I…”
Adore you. Admire you. Am baffled by you.
His lips find mine, and through an open-mouthed kiss, he says, “Just hold on to me, okay, baby? This is probably going to hurt,” he repeats with more kisses. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
The sheets rustle as he reaches down and inserts his fingers into me before lining himself up. Pushing forward, he pulls his fingers out and lays his face in the nape of my neck. “I’m just going to get the worst part over with, okay? On three?”
I give a shaky nod. “Yes. Just do it. I’ll be fine.” I hope. “Promise.”
Caleb lets out a long, frustrated breath. “I’m scared shitless,” he admits with a nervous laugh.
“Me too.”
His dick twitches at my entrance and I wiggle my hips. He blows out a puff of air. “Alright. This is it, baby. Hold on.”
I hold on. With one hard thrust, he pushes all the way in, and I inhale a loud gulp of air.
Holy. Mother. Of. God… and not in a good way. Honestly, that freaking hurts. And burns. I whimper, and Caleb stills, his lips crooning reassurance into my ear.
It’s not helping.
“I’m sorry, Abby. I’m sorry,” he mumbles into my hair. “That’s it. The hard part is over. I won’t… I won’t move.” His strained, erotic groan fills my ear. “I swear. Just… tell me when you’re ready.”
Pouting, I give my head a stubborn little shake.
I don’t want him to move. Like, ever.
Crap, whose stupid idea was this? Anyone who says their first time doing it was magical or good is a flipping liar.
After what feels like an eternity but is probably merely a few seconds, I push at his shoulders to give myself some space, and take a deep breath.
“Okay.” Grimacing, I mutter, “Okay. Just. Take it slow.”
Or I will murder you.
He does. He takes it slow, and eventually… eventually the stinging subsides.
Yeah, I said stinging.
Caleb works his hands under my ass, pulling me into him and pushing into me deeper, my hips digging into the mattress as he gently moves in and out, and I’m hating sex a tiny bit less. Notice I only said a tiny bit.
I’m not going to lie and say it’s earth shattering, but at least it doesn’t feel terrible. And it’s done.
I, Abigail Darlington, am no longer a virgin.
Caleb gives one last thrust into me, and his groans fill the room as he comes. Alone.
Well, at least one of us had fun.
He hovers above me, planting kisses on my temple and forehead, bracing himself on his elbows and running his fingers through my hair. I feel cherished. Special. And not the least bit regretful.
“You okay?” I nod and he rolls off me, giving me another quick peck, this time on the lips, and easing out of bed. “Don’t go anywhere—be right back.”
Caleb
I slide back into bed after washing off and disposing of the condom in my bathroom, reaching over to pull Abby closer, laying a hand on her naked hip before jerking the blankets up and over us.
She shivers and trails her fingers lightly over my chest, seemingly mesmerized by my well-defined muscles. I let her explore, watching her intently, taking in the rich cascade of brown hair, the bright blue eyes now weary with fatigue, the pink lips set in a content line.
So pretty. So sexy.
So… mine.
She raises her eyes, giving me a lazy smile, still tracing my chest with a lazy finger. “What was that?”
Ah shit. “I, uh… said, mine? You. If you want.”
Her eyes get wide then, and she leans in, dragging her mouth down over my bottom lip. “I want.”
“You are ah-fucking-mazing,” I whisper into her lips.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispers back. “You know, since we’re on the subject, I was kind of wondering something.”
“Hmmm?” I roll onto my back, pulling her with me, the crush of her naked breasts on my ribcage and her bare pussy rubbing against my thigh making my dick twitch.
She lays her head in the crook of my neck and my hand idly rubs her bare back. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
I chuckle, chest rumbling. “Are you serious?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, look at me. Fucked-up teeth, freakishly tall, pissed off all the time.”