Keeping eye contact, I spread her legs open and press my lips to the inside of her thigh, purposefully grazing the stubble of my jaw against the tender skin as I work my way up. She whimpers, her head lolling back as her legs fall open more.
Just before my lips reach her center, I quickly swap over to the other leg, placing another string of kisses up the inside her other thigh. But this time, right before I’m about to bury my face between her legs, she grabs my face and pulls me up to her mouth, kissing my lips.
Her whole body is tense, and I can tell she’s nervous. Something like that is probably more intimate to her than actual sex, and I get it, I’m not going to push her to do anything she’s uncomfortable with.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” I assure her.
I watch her throat work on a swallow, her eyes suddenly shying away from mine. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never done that. I’ve actually never done anything before.”
“Wait.” My stomach swirls with a mix of emotions. “You’ve never?”
She shakes her head, still refusing to meet my gaze.
I close my eyes, clenching my jaw to reel in any shred of restraint I have left.
Cool fingertips run along my cheek and land on my chin, tipping my head up. I open my eyes to meet hers, and she slowly leans up and presses her lips to mine. It’s so soft, gentle. Intimate. The fact that she’s willing to give me more—give me something she’s never given anyone else—somehow makes me love her even more.
I place my hand on her cheek and marvel at her beautiful features, loving every inch of her. She turns her head and presses a delicate kiss to my wrist, nearly destroying me.
Gingerly, I ease her hair out of its ponytail, watching it splay across my pillow like a halo. I slide her hair tie around my wrist and lean down to kiss her once more.
“Let me make you feel good,” I murmur against her lips, wanting to warm her up and have her first time be as pleasurable as possible.
Reaching down, I let my fingers skim the inside of her thigh before moving up to the apex of her hips and between her legs. She gasps into my mouth as soon as my fingers find her soft, warm, wet skin, rubbing circles.
A string of sighs and moans falls from her lips as my hand explores between her thighs, and eventually her trembling legs squeeze my hips as her head falls back into the pillow.
“That’s it, baby. Let go,” I urge her.
Her back arches off the bed and her fingers dig into my back, pulling me closer. With just a few more strokes of my fingers she shatters beneath me, and I swallow her cries as she comes apart.
I let her catch her breath, stroking her hair as she comes down from her high. She slowly blinks her eyes open, her pupils contracting back to a normal size.
I kiss her slowly, sweetly, groaning when her fingertips trail down my body to the waistband of my jeans. With shaky fingers, she pops open the button and pulls down the zipper, tugging at the fabric.
I capture her hands, threading our fingers together and placing them above her head. I kiss her lips a few more times before crawling off the bed and kicking off my jeans, then walk over to my dresser and pull out a condom.
Crawling back on top of her, between her legs, I stare deep into her eyes, searching. I can tell she’s nervous.
“Finch, you’re sure about this?” I ask, afraid to ask again, but I feel like I have to.
I’ve imagined this moment for so long, spent so many nights thinking about her, but I won’t pressure her into anything she isn’t ready for. I’ll wait if she isn’t ready, no matter how badly I want her.
She hesitates, her eyes flickering with realization of what we’re about to do. She stares at me long and hard, vulnerability written all over her face. And then I detect it. Insecurity.
I can practically see the mental barrier, the warning signs going off in her head, telling her this isn’t my first time. That this is nothing new to me, nothing special. But, god, is she wrong. No one has or will ever compare to her.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I’ve loved no one but you. Will love no one but you,” I confess.
And just like that, her eyes clear and any lingering negative thoughts fade away. She knows I’m not going to use her and leave right after I take from her what no other man has. She knows I’ll stay for as long as she’ll have me.
She grabs my face and brings me down for a kiss. “I love you. I’m sure.”
I press my hips into hers, grinding against her, showing her just what kind of effect she has on me, while kissing her senseless.
She trails her fingers down my body once more, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, pushing them down. I kick them off and grab the condom, pulling my lips away from hers to tear the foil packet open with my teeth, then roll it on.
Tenderly, I caress her face, staring into her eyes as I line myself up at her entrance.
