Miles goes slow. His eyes are on mine, watching my reactions. There's no sign of that arrogant, aloof guy. He's here, in this moment, committed to my pleasure.
He goes deeper. Deeper. It hurts but I don't want him to stop.
I tug at his hair. "Don't stop."
I kiss him like the ship is going down.
His hands curl around my back. Our bodies press together. It's intimate, the way he's holding me, the way he's kissing me, the way he's sliding inside me.
Then he's there. I'm full. It still hurts, but the pleasure far outweighs the pain.
My body takes over. I rock my hips to match his steady rhythm. It's slow. A good slow. A hell of an intense slow.
Pressure builds inside me. It's such sweet, perfect pressure.
I close my eyes and surrender to the feeling of Miles inside me.
I groan as loudly as I can. Something to let him know how much he's affecting me, how fucking good he's making me feel.
After a few more thrusts, I'm there. My sex clenches. Tighter and tighter. So tight I can barely take it.
Then I'm coming. I groan his name as an
orgasm washes over me. It's different than before. More intense. Deeper.
Miles grabs my wrists and pulls my hands over my head. Then his lips are on mine. He thrusts into me so hard it hurts.
He groans into my mouth. It feels good in a different way, knowing he's close, feeling his pleasure.
His posture changes. His eyes close. His breath gets heavy.
I have to bite my lip to contain myself. It's still intense. It still hurts. But I don't want him to stop. There's something about hearing his groans and feeling his muscles tense.
It's hot as hell.
I want to feel him come.
His teeth sink into my neck. That, too, hurts just enough to feel good.
A few more thrusts and he's there, groaning against my skin as he comes.
He holds me for a moment. Our bodies are pressed together. It's intimate in a different way, overwhelming in a different way.
I take deep breaths, trying to process the experience. I had sex with Miles. Lost my virginity to him.
It's real. Adult. Dangerous.
He presses his lips to mine then untangles our bodies and takes care of the condom.
I sink into the bed. I had sex with Miles. It really happened.
The weight on the bed shifts as he brings his body next to mine. He slides his arms around me and pulls me close.
This still feels intimate.
There are no pretenses. I can't remember the last time I spent this long with my guard down.
His lips press against my neck and I lose track of conscious thought.