“Yes,” I squeak.
The look of relief that washes over him is visible. Without saying anything else, he lowers his mouth to mine and gives me a searing kiss. His hands still hold me in place so all I can do is clutch at his shirt.
This kiss is different than any other we have shared. It’s full of passion and love. My heart races and knees go weak. He feels me sway a little and pulls back, kissing a trail over my face. One hand releases my head and goes to my back. He slowly pulls down on the zipper of the dress and locks eyes with me, looking for approval. I nod breathlessly.
Once it is unzipped, he leans back and guides it over my shoulders. It falls easily down my body and pools at my feet. He hisses at the sight of me in only my lingerie and heels, and a spasm shoots through my body.
I push his jacket off and move quickly to the buttons on his shirt. He kicks off his shoes and socks and then bends over to pick me up. Once he lays me gently on the bed, we both rip his shirt and toss it to the side.
Suddenly, I’m in a rush to get him naked before he changes his mind. If he stops us again tonight, I’m going to scream. I kick off my shoes as my hands fumble with his belt and zipper until he has to help me. Once he strips down to his boxers, he covers my body with his and kisses me again.
One of my legs wraps around his waist, pressing him as close to me as possible. He pulls back, and in a single movement, he has my bra off. His mouth covers one tight nipple as his hand travels down my stomach and into the silver lace of my panties. The instant his fingers slide into me, I want to come undone.
He works his fingers slowly, building me up. It hasn’t been ten hours since he gave me my last orgasm, but the need and desire I feel right now makes it seem like forever ago. My hips jerk under his hand, pushing up, wanting more. His thumb rolls over my heated skin, and he inserts another finger. I whimper and clamp down.
“Come for me. I need to see it, hear it, feel it.”
At his words, the orgasm rushes through me, causing me to scream. I toss my head back and try to catch my breath. Bryce takes no time removing my underwear and his own. When I look into his eyes, they have darkened to almost the color of cobalt.
“In my life, I’ll never get tired of that sound.”
He shifts and reaches in his pants, pulling out a condom. I watch in fascination as he rolls it on and then moves back over me.
“Please, Bryce, don’t make me wait any longer.” I widen my legs and feel his tip.
My gaze moves down to watch him enter me, but he cups my chin. “Eyes on me, baby.”
I move my hands up his back and cling to his neck. He slides in slowly, giving my body time to adjust. The feel of his smooth skin sinking into me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. A small moan escapes. Wanting to feel every inch of him, I swivel my hips, forcing him inside.
A slight pain causes me to moan. He stops immediately, going pale. His worried eyes search mine for any sign of discomfort. The weight of what just happened hits us both. Instead of being embarrassed, I’m thrilled. This is what I used to dream about. Bryce loving me, taking me to bed, owning my virginity. One tear slips down my cheek, and he starts to retreat.
I shake my head and dig my fingers into his neck, urging him to continue. He starts to move, and the friction ignites the familiar buzz in my stomach. I wrap my legs back around him and push into his thrusts. The sensation of our bodies moving together brings me closer to the edge.
I lean up to kiss him, wanting to be connected everywhere. Our tongues swirl together as he picks up his pace. My core muscles squeeze tight, and Bryce growls.
My hands clutch his hair as the next orgasm erupts inside of me, and I scream his name. He rocks back twice more before joining me. Hearing him groan through his own release is the sexiest sound he’s ever made.
We lay in each other’s arms, trying to get our breathing under control.
“I hate to move, but I need to take care of this condom, babe,” he says softly in my ear.
Watching his naked form walk to the bathroom, my heartbeat races again. When he shuts the door, I stretch and squeal to myself.
I grab his discarded shirt off the floor and slip it on then pull back the sheets and climb into bed. Bryce comes out with a washcloth and slides in next to me.
“Lay back, Devon.” He presses the warm cloth to my center and cleans me gently then throws it toward the bathroom.
He tugs me into his body and positions me across him, lightly rubbing circles on my hip.
“Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” I answer him sleepily, trying to keep my eyes open.
“I don’t want to ruin tonight or take away any of the beauty of what you just gave me, but tomorrow, we’re going to talk.”
“Okay, but I want you to know, Bryce, that was everything I’ve ever dreamed about. The day I turned eighteen, before everything changed, all I wanted was to be loved by you. In my mind, you would be my first. It was beautiful.”
“Devon, in my mind, I’m not only your first but your only.”