The pain and pleasure morphed into one, and she wasn’t just thinking of begging him, she actually was.
“Rebel, be with me already.”
She was nervous, sure, even scared that it would hurt, but she was so in love with Rebel that everything else dimmed in comparison. This certainly wasn’t what she had seen herself doing when she’d come down here.
In fact, Rosie had thought he’d tell her there was nothing that would ever come between them. She’d mentally prepared herself. But this … this wasn’t anything she’d ever envisioned.
And with one last drag across the stiff peak Rebel stepped back and looked at her. Then he went over to his dresser, grabbed a condom, and slid it on.
She was transfixed at the sight of his huge erection, at the fact he was so thick and long, and it was all because of her.
“You see what you do to me?” he asked and grabbed his dick, giving it a squeeze and looking her up and down.
He walked toward her, pressed fully against her once more, and gripped the cheeks of her ass. A soft sound of female appreciation left her when he lifted her with a strength that made her feel petite.
She was pressed against the wall fully once more, and parted her mouth as a gasp left her at the feeling of his latex covered dick.
“Hold onto me, baby,” he said in a guttural voice that was so damn attractive.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts against the hardness of his chest, and sighed at how good this felt. She probably should have been more nervous given the fact this was her first time, but she trusted Rebel with her life, and knew he’d take care of her in all ways.
He’d make this good for her.
For a second neither seemed to breathe as they just stood there, chest pressed to chest. But then he smoothed his finger along her bottom lip, watching the act.
“I want to go slow because it’s your first time, because that’s what you deserve,” he seemed to say to himself. “But it’s fucking hard to control myself with you.” He lifted his gaze to her eyes. “But I need to make this good for you.”
She licked her lips. “I know you will. I trust you.”
And then he started kissing her, softly at first, almost gently as if giving her time to accept all of this. But as the seconds ticked by Rebel’s passion exploded. He kissed her brutally now, like a floodgate had been opened and she was drowning in it all.
Never breaking the kiss, Rebel smoothed his hands over her ass, clenched and released the flesh, and then lifted her easily off the ground. He turned with her in his arms, walked them over to the bed, and gently laid her on the mattress.
He took a small step back and just stared at her body, and this flush stole over her at how erotic that simple act was.
She skimmed her gaze down the hard planes of his chest, moved lower over his defined, rippled six-pack and that V of muscle that pointed straight down, and finally looked at his cock again.
He ran his hand over his mouth, and made this deep, erotic sound in the back of his throat. Without saying a word he climbed up on the bed, wedged himself between her thighs, and stared right into her eyes.
For long seconds neither one spoke or moved, their breathing matching intensity and speed, and the feeling of her heart beating a fast and erotic rhythm. This was what she’d wanted since she even realized what love and sex were.
Rebel cupped her cheek and stroked her skin with his thumb. “You’re really sure?”
She smiled, loving that he was so considerate of her. She knew he wasn’t a virgin, had heard stories back in the day of how wild he was, and had lived through some of it. But right here and now it was just them. She knew he’d never been like this with another girl.
She just knew.
“Be with me, Rebel, in every way.”
He closed his eyes, and for a second he was motionless, as if maybe controlling himself. But then she widened her legs, reached between them, and grabbed his big dick. Rebel snapped his eyes open and groaned, and she saw the way his pupils dilated.
“That feels so fucking good.” His words were distorted. “Having you touch me feels incredible.”
She moved her hand up and down his length, and another guttural sound left him.
“Put my cock at your pussy.” The way he said those words almost sounded as if he wasn’t himself. His voice had dropped deeper, his expression harder.
Swallowing, Rosie placed the tip at the entrance of her pussy, held her breath, and removed her hand from between them.
“It’s going to hurt.”