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“You think you’re ready?”
I nodded.
He sat up, opening his nightstand drawer and grabbing a condom. I watched as he rolled it on.
He guided me to lean back, laying above me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He sank in slowly, filling me. I threw my head back and moaned out loud.
I’d never felt so good in my life.
Colton kissed my neck again as he made his first move, drawing out slowly before pushing back in.
I saw stars.
“Fuck me.” My words surprised me, but I didn’t regret them at all.
“Oh, baby.” Colton kissed my neck again, starting to move just a little faster.
How had I gone so long without this?
His hips started to slam against mine, each thrust a little harder than the one before. I kept my legs tight around his waist.
I wanted this to last forever. I wanted the pleasure, the heat building inside me, to never end.
But I knew it would, all too soon.
I felt something seem to tighten inside me, pressure building.
From the way Colton started to move, his rhythm lost, I figured he was just as close.
He moaned out loud as he came, buried deep inside me. I felt the tension inside me release, like a spring that’s been pressed down. I tightened my legs around him, body shaking.
“Colton!”
He fell over me, kissing me hard, over and over.
It was done.
I’d lost my virginity and enjoyed every second of it.
Colton rolled off of me after a moment, sprawling across half the bed. I tucked myself against his side.
“Good?” he asked.
I nodded. “Really good.” It took so much effort to nod my head. I was exhausted.
“Good.”
He kissed the top of my head, and that’s the last thing I remembered before falling asleep.
* * * * *
I woke up in the early hours of the morning.
I wanted to go back to the hotel. It felt weird, sleeping in a strange guy’s bed.
