“I know you will.” She nodded, and a smile spread across her face. “I trust you.”
I just have to go slow—I want her first time to be special.
Chapter Nine
Taylor
I was so turned on that it felt like I was buzzing, despite not having a single sip of alcohol. I wasn’t scared of losing my virginity, but the experience was still a mystery, and that left some lingering anxiety inside my head. Bryant erased that with his lips—he kissed my neck—teased my ears—and slowly pushed my legs apart as he positioned himself between them. I fantasized about him being the first man that took me to bed—but I never imagined that it could actually become reality.
“You’re so beautiful…” Bryant let his lips linger on my neck, and I felt his cock against the entrance of my pussy. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything—these few days with you have been amazing—and tonight is going to be even better.”
“I want you…” I exhaled sharply as he began to penetrate me.
I would have never dared to even try when he was married—and even if he wasn’t, my friendship with Victoria would have prevented it. Maybe there was a small part of me that had always compared the guys I met to the one who held a special place in my heart because he was my first crush—that seemed like a silly thought, but I never truly stopped wanting him—even after Victoria moved away and I stopped seeing him on a regular basis. All it took was a few seconds with him for those feelings to come back—and that set everything in motion for me to end up in his arms—which was exactly where I wanted to be.
“I’m going to go slow until you get used to it.” Bryant lifted up and held the base of his cock as he began to push it deeper.
“Oh wow…” I grimaced when I felt the pain of being stretched for the very first time.
“It won’t hurt for long.” He leaned forward and silenced my impending groan with a kiss.
Bryant slowly pushed his dick into the entrance of my pussy and gave me a few gentle thrusts as he worked his way inside me. I knew the first time would be uncomfortable. I had heard enough girls talk about losing their virginity to expect it. Once the initial shock wore off, it wasn’t as bad as I expected—until he was deep enough for his cock to make contact with my hymen. He made sure I was ready before he shattered the membrane with a harder thrust, and the sting was noticeable—even more so when he pushed past it.
When the pain got to be a little more than I thought I could handle, I simply stared into Bryant’s eyes—that steel-blue stare used to enthrall me when I was younger, and that hadn’t changed. He slowed the speed of his thrusts and didn’t try to go deeper—it was like he could read my mind without me having to say anything at all. He gave me time to adjust to the way it felt—and the pleasure began to manifest in a different way. It was internal—a little more muted than it was when his tongue was against my clit—but it seemed to be a form of pleasure that tugged at my emotions while it made me tingle.
“That feels good…” I dug my nails into his shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
“It’s not a matter of telling me to stop or keep going.” He leaned forward until his lips were against my ear. “I still haven’t decided how many times I’m going to make you come before I do.”
“Once?” I grimaced as he pushed a little deeper, but it didn’t hurt as bad as it previously did.
“You need to set your expectations much higher,” he growled into my ear.
“Twice?” I exhaled sharply when he pulled back and drove his cock past the point that had just gave me a twinge of pain.
“Still not high enough—I’m thinking ten.” He gave me a harder thrust.
“Is ten the magic number with you for everything?” My head rolled back, and I felt a quick burst of pleasure.
“It’s what I think you can handle…” He lifted up and put his hands on my thighs.
“Do the ones I already got count?” I bit down on my bottom lip and grinned.
“No.” He narrowed his eyes. “Those were just a tease…”
I really don’t think I can handle ten—the ones I got downstairs nearly destroyed me.
Bryant kept his hands on my thighs and started to deliver thrusts that were both quicker and harder than the previous ones. It was a mixture of discomfort and pleasure—sometimes it was hard to tell which feeling was stronger. He didn’t have much further to go until every inch of his cock was buried inside me. I was ready for it—because I knew that would be the point where my body adjusted based on what I had felt so far.
It didn’t hurt except when he went deep—aside from the spot where my hymen had stood for twenty-three years—that spot was still tender. My body was adjusting to Bryant—my pussy fit him like a glove once he introduced it to pleasure. I was so happy that my first time was with a man who was experienced enough to take care of me—it was definitely worth the wait.
“You feel so fucking good,” Bryant exhaled sharply, and I started to see real pleasure register on his face—there were hints of it before, but it was getting more intense.
“So, do you…” I sighed, and a moan rushed across my lips.
That isn’t a lie—every thrust is getting better than the one before it.
Bryant gave me a few quick thrusts, then he squeezed my thighs, shifted his weight, and the last few inches disappeared into my pussy. I grimaced—but the pain evaporated quickly. He left his cock buried inside me until I adjusted, and then he gave me a few gentle thrusts. Those felt really good. He pulled back to the entrance of my pussy and gave me the slowest thrust imaginable, but I got every inch of his length before he repeated that motion. It was a tease, but a damn good one. He started to alternate—a few gentle thrusts—a harder one—then the extremely slow thrust. The pleasure was incredible—I couldn’t figure out which thrusts I liked best because they all felt amazing in a different way.