Scored (V-Card Diaries 1)

I gasp and cling to the sheets as his hands smooth up to my breasts, squeezing them, sending another jolt of lust straight to my core.

But I don’t want to come. Not yet.

I want Ian inside me, want to reach that dazzling, perfect place together, with him as close to me as two people can get.

“Your cock,” I pant. “Please, Ian. Now.”

He drives his tongue deeper into where I ache, making me moan. “Need your orgasm first, Feisty. Need you coming all over my face, screaming my name. Fuck, sweetheart, I need it so damned bad.”

Pulling in a breath, I open my eyes and look down, my heart surging into my throat as I watch Ian kiss my most intimate places with a blissed-out expression on his face, as if he’s truly never tasted anything better. I watch him rub his stiff tongue over my clit, the heavy, dragging sensation between my hips growing even more intense.

And then he looks up.

Our eyes lock as he glides two fingers into me as his tongue moves faster, pressing more insistently into my clit.

“Come for me, Evie,” he demands, his fingers stroking deep, making my inner walls pulse and throb. “Come for me and I’ll give you this cock. Come and I’ll be buried in your pussy so deep you’ll feel me everywhere, baby.”

I spiral out, bliss igniting in my core and swallowing me whole. Suddenly, I’m drowning, dying, burning up and rising from the ashes as Ian fits his cock to my entrance with reverence and…love.

I don’t know how I ever thought it would be anything else between us. It seems so clear now, so obvious. I love Ian and he loves me and after tonight nothing will ever be the same.

I reach up, digging my fingers into his shoulders and pulling his lips down to mine. I pour everything I feel for him into my kiss, telling him with every brush of my lips, every stroke of my tongue that I’m ready and that I love him and that I’ll never, ever regret him being my first.

I wrap my legs around his waist, shivering as I feel his thick, burning shaft press against where I’m wet and eager. “I love you,” I whisper against his mouth. “So much.”

The words are barely past my lips before Ian sinks into me with a long, low groan, changing my world forever.

Chapter 29

Ian

I grit my teeth and try to slow down, to give her time to adjust, but I can’t.

I need her too much, need to possess her, to join with her, to eliminate as much of the distance between her heart and mine as I can without slipping inside her skin.

But thank God, I don’t seem to be hurting her.

“Yes, Ian, oh yes,” she whispers, hugging me close as I push all the way to the end of her pulsing channel, tunneling deep.

I can feel her inner walls stretching to welcome me in but she’s still so tight, so incredibly, fiercely tight. “You okay?” I ask, holding still at the end of my first thrust, hopefully giving her time to adjust.

“No,” she says, sending regret rushing through me only to banish it as she adds, “I need more. More of you. All of you. Moving. Inside me. Now.”

“As the lady wishes,” I whisper, pulling back and stroking more slowly into her this time, loving the way she shudders, and her legs wrap tighter around my hips. “I like this greedy side of you.”

She bites her bottom lip only to release it with a gasp as I rock my hips forward at the end of my next thrust, grinding against her clit. “Sorry, but I’m not sorry. Wow, Ian, that feels…”

“Good?” I ask, doing it again.

“Magnificent. Resplendent. Superb,” she says, lifting her hips to intensify our connection. “And all the other words for wonderful I can’t remember because this feels so crazy good.”

“And no pain?” I ask, shocked, but grateful when she shakes her head, “No. Just a tiny stinging feeling and then… You. This. All of this.” Her breath rushes out. “I can’t talk anymore. I just have to feel. Feel you. Feel everything.”

“Everything,” I echo, because it makes perfect sense.

She is everything and her body is heaven and I never, ever want this moment to end.

I hold on for as long as I can, but soon we’ve found a deep, urgent rhythm that has lightning dancing up my spine as we cling to each other, writhing and fucking and shamelessly taking each other where we need to be like we’ve been lovers for years not minutes.

“God, Ian,” she says, lips parting as her arms begin to tremble. “I’m going to come again. Going to come so hard, so… Oh my God!”

She breaks off with a cry I smother with my lips, kissing her hard as her pussy practically squeezes me in half. Wetness reaches the base of my cock below the condom, drenching my feverish skin.