“Holy shit. You’re tight.” Her breath hitched as he pushed inside her. An inch. Then two. And Jesus, she was squeezing the life out of his cock. He rocked back and forth, trying to work his way deeper while barely making any headway. Another inch, and they were both panting, their chests heaving, her nipples rubbing against him. “Fuck, Summer. You’re tighter than a virg—”
He froze, three inches deep in her pussy, and she cried out, “Don’t stop! Oh God, don’t stop!”
“Summer—”
“Please!” Her short nails dug into his ass, urging him to finish what he’d started. “I’ve waited for so long. I want this. I want you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What difference does it make?” She lifted her hips, trying to take what he withheld.
“What difference does it make? Jesus Christ.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “Baby, it makes all the difference in the world.”
“Why?” she demanded, and the defiance in her voice made him want to fuck it right out of her.
Instead, he steeled himself against the urge, kissed her hard, and tried to explain in the best way he knew how. “It matters because taking someone’s virginity has significance.”
“You’re not taking it. I’m giving it.”
“That’s exactly my point, buttercup. This is a two-way street. You’re giving me your virginity, and I’m taking it. It’s a shared experience, one I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. You saved yourself for me. Trusted yourself to me. This moment matters, Summer—as much to me—as it does to you.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, oh. I don’t care if you’re a virgin or slept with a hundred men. All I care about is making this feel good for you.”
“I’m sor—”
“Don’t you dare.” He kissed her again—once, twice, three times. “You have nothing to apologize for. All I ask is for you to be open and honest about the things that matter tous. You and me. We’re in this together now.”
“Well. technically, you’re notallthe way in.”
She threw him an impish grin, and playing with fire, she rolled her hips. He groaned and looked down their bodies to where they were joined, and yep, he was still more out than in. About three-quarters of the way out by his guesstimate.
“Okay.” His heart hammered against his rib cage. “How do you want to do this?”
“There are options?”
“Fuck, Summer. You’re killing me. Yes, there are options. We can take this slow or—”
“Fast.”
“Baby—”
She smacked her hand down on his ass. “Hard.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m—”
“Fast and hard,” she ordered, her hands smoothing over his ass cheeks before she dug her nails in. “Right now, Mr. Snow-it-all. Give it to me fast and hard before I change my mind and take my virginity elsewhere.”
He saw red. Her body. Her heart. Her soul. Belonged to him. Today. Tomorrow. From here to eternity. “Your pussy is mine,” he growled, and eyes on hers, he plunged deep, burying himself to the hilt.
She cried out, her back arching, her breath catching in her lungs.
“Breathe, baby.” A hint of panic hit him, and careful to keep himself still, he rained kisses over her face. “I know it hurts, but you have to breathe.” He settled his hand over her heart. “In and out. Come on now. Talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”
Shit!His cock in a vice grip, the damn thing registered every inch of her cunt, squeezing him from base to tip. Jesus, she was wrapped around him so tight, he could feel every quiver, every pulse, every twitch the walls of her pussy made.
“Breathe, baby.”
