Finding Our Way (Finding our Way 1)

“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 pull away.

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 sensations of our bodies moving together push 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 lightly 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.”

I nod against his skin and fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of everything that happened tonight.

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I wake feeling watched and try to roll away from the position I stayed in all night. Bryce’s hold tightens and I look up to find him staring at me.

“Good morning,” I croak.

“Morning, babe.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking about something. So I swore I’d never ask you about the guy you slept with, but I have to.”

“Apparently I didn’t have sex with him.” I laugh lightly.