I braced for him, not knowing at all how he would feel inside me. But like with everything else this evening, he took his time, clearly savoring every moment between us. He pushed inside me with care, moving inch by inch before giving one last thrust.
I threw my head back, a moan escaping my lips at the feel of him. No longer concerned with how many guys were in the house or if they could hear me, my only thoughts were of Nick and this moment. The way he felt when he was inside me, I’d shout it from the rooftops when we finished.
His hips moved back and forth and I rocked against him, trying to find our rhythm. The way our bodies moved together was like a perfectly timed slow dance. In the past, sex had been awkward—I had been uncomfortable and self-conscious, worried that I wasn’t good enough or pretty enough, but not with Nick. Nick made me feel sexy, made me feel wanted, and the way our bodies fit together felt right.
“You feel amazing. You’re so perfect,” he mumbled against my neck, pressing his lips to my skin after each declaration.
“You feel so good too. Don’t stop.” I moaned, my lips parting as his mouth neared. When his tongue entered my mouth, I squeezed my eyes shut at the touch, the taste, the sensation overload.
His hips moved faster, pushing and pulling in and out of me, and I sensed he was close. I lifted my hips and rubbed against him as he moved, each thrust hitting that perfect spot in me.
My own orgasm started to build, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer for me either. Two more pumps and I arched my back, pleasure ripping through every part of me until I trembled with the aftermath, and realized that Nick had almost slowed to a stop. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his mouth open slightly.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Jess. Everything about you.”
Nick leaned down and claimed my mouth with his, nibbling on my bottom lip. He kissed me like he owned me as he began moving inside me once more. It all felt so good, like he was made just for me.
His body tensed and then quaked and jerked as he came inside me. Between my legs, I felt him pulse and throb as I continued to rock gently against him. He sucked in a breath and collapsed on top of me, the weight of his body almost too much, and I let out a quick oomph.
“You okay?”
“No,” I huffed out. “I’m dead.”
He pushed up onto his elbows and pressed his lips to mine. “That was amazing.”
I nodded in complete agreement.
It was. It was so much more than amazing, but I couldn’t find another word.
“I had planned on waiting until formal, but something about tonight just seemed right.” His breathing still erratic, he moved off of me and lay on his back, peeling the condom off and then disposing of it in a trash can next to the bed.
“Tonight was perfect.” I lay my head on his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“You’re not mad we didn’t wait?” His body tensed as he pulled back to look at me.
I tilted my head. “Yes. I’m really upset that you just gave me the best sex of my life. Horribly upset.”
“The best sex of your life?”
“I just want you to feel good about yourself,” I said with a laugh as I came down from my post-sex high.
“I have you in my arms. I feel fucking great about me.”
My heart grew two sizes bigger in that moment. Because . . . Nick Fisher. I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
Formal
Jess
Nick and I had definitely grown closer since having sex. As much as most people tried to claim that it didn’t change anything, I knew with complete certainty now that they were full of shit.
Having sex changed everything.
It made my feelings for Nick grow tenfold. There was something vulnerable about being completely naked with another person and letting them inside you. We had connected in the most intimate of ways that you could never take back. It was as if we had a secret bond, an invisible string that tethered us to each other, and only grew stronger.
I knew I cared about Nick before having sex with him, but now it all felt like so much more. Sex with him made my emotions swell. And everyone seemed to know the minute it happened between us, like I’d sprouted a giant flashing neon sign on my forehead that read I Gave It up to Nick Fisher.
Maybe it was the way he held me now . . . tighter.