Small Town Girl (Pink Springs 1)

He lifts me off the couch and into his arms, and I rest my head on his chest, still not bothering to open my eyes. When my back hits a soft mattress, he takes off my panties so I'm completely naked, and I finally look up at him. I watch as he strips off his clothes, and I snort a laugh when he almost trips over his own pants in the process.

“Are you laughing at me, Bunny?” His question is filled with warning.

“Maybe,” I tease, and he lunges for me.

I let out a squeal and roll over to try and get to the other side of the bed. It’s useless, and he’s on me in a flash. When I feel him bite my ass, I can’t help but laugh harder. He flips me back over and easily pins me to the bed.

His touch is gentle as he reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, but it’s even more than that.” My heart flutters as he kisses me. “I’m keeping you.” I wrap my arms around him, silently agreeing.

“I should go slowly, but I need you.” His words sound pained as he kisses my neck and anywhere else he can reach with his mouth.

“I don’t want slow. I want you, Bastian.”

When he kisses me again, I gasp as his cock rubs against my clit. My legs fall open on their own, and my body is already making room for him. Bastian isn’t a small man anywhere, and I can feel just how big he is in this position. It should scare me, but in my heart I trust him, and I want all that comes with it.

“I want you too, Bunny. Too damn much.” He reaches between us and presses his cock to my opening. “You’re so wet.” I bite my lip, wondering if that’s normal. “You have no idea how much I love it.”

His words reassure me and make me relax as he pushes the head of his cock into me. I feel myself clench around him, and he’s right. I’m soaked.

“There’s no going back,” he says, and I don’t know if that’s a warning or a promise.

“I don’t want to go back. I came here to move forward with my life, and I’m happy you’ll be my first.” He leans down, and his lips brush against mine.

“Your only,” he says before he kisses me so thoroughly that I can’t respond.

The moment his tongue touches mine, he thrusts all the way inside. The sharp pain has me frozen, but Bastian never stops kissing me, and soon the pain starts to fade. All I can feel after that initial zing is a fullness that makes me whole. I start to kiss him back as desire builds, and soon enough I’m ready for more.

“Bastian,” I moan when he pulls out, and then I take all of him as he thrusts back in. The movement and connection wash away anything else and he’s the only thing in my world.

“Damn tight, Bunny,” he grits out, and I lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts.

The pleasure becomes like a volcano and soon I’m going to erupt. Bastian is fighting for control and seeing him so strained turns me on. Neither of us seems to want this to be over too soon, but the finish line is fast approaching.

“You gotta cum with me,” he says, and I whimper because I’m so close.

His hand slips between us and goes to my clit, and with a few strokes of his fingers I follow him into paradise. I cry out as the orgasm ignites in me and Bastian groans my name. There’s a primal clench when I feel his release spill and part of me feels claimed. The pulse of his cock causes my body to react in ways I didn’t know were possible.

As the last of my climax fades, every muscle relaxes under him. I close my eyes and feel the happy smile tug at my lips as I realize that I’m truly sated in the most delicious way.

Bastian rolls us over, and his cock slips free as he pulls me against him. When I feel him tossing a blanket over both of us, he buries his face in my neck and I start to fall asleep. My body is more relaxed than it’s ever been, and just as I’m about to drift off I feel his muscles turn to stone.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I didn’t use protection.”

It should freak me out, because he’s right, we didn’t, but for some reason it doesn’t. I think I’m bothered by him freaking out more than anything, but I’m too tired to care. Without giving it another thought, I let sleep take me under.

Hours later I jerk awake, and the night before comes flooding back. The sweet ache between my legs is a reminder of what we did. Even if last night turns out to only be a fling, I don’t regret a single thing we did, and Bastian took care of me and made sure the experience was about my pleasure.