still resting where Jane had taken it off, which made me smile. No sense in wearing that anymore. Nothing to hide, and this way, whenever she needed me, I’d be able to give it to her without wasting a second to strip.
Deserted island life had its perks.
Dropping a coconut bowl into the bucket I’d managed to fashion out of leaves and bark, I froze when my eyes landed on my still-hard cock. My heart lodged in my throat right before a unique mix of emotions settled into the pit of my stomach. Pride tangled with guilt. Thrill mixed with worry. Hell, even a degree of male smugness worked into the mix.
There was dried blood coating my cock. Which meant . . .
Fuck.
Was Jane a virgin? Or had she been until last night?
Fuck again.
I hadn’t exactly been gentle entering her. I hadn’t exactly been slow and gentle in any of the times I’d entered her. Had I known, I never would taken her the way I had, riding her so hard it felt like the head of my cock was stabbing into her throat each time I sheathed myself into her tight channel.
Oh, god. She had been so perfectly tight. So goddamn, mind-blowingly tight that all it had taken was a few strokes before my balls drew up, my orgasm shooting through me a moment later.
She’d never given any indication she was in pain. I’d been watching too. Despite my mind seeming to be focused on one thing only, I’d reserved enough mind space to ensure I was making it good for her too.
Had my precious Jane saved herself? For last night? For me?
The thought of it made my throat tighten and my inner animal roar. I’d been her first. The first man to know her body. The first man to fill her with his seed. The first man to feel her sweet pussy milk his cock while he was buried twelve inches inside.
Fuck times infinity.
I had to give my nuts a hard squeeze to keep from coming right there—that’s how turned on I was by the knowledge I’d been the one to take this beautiful woman’s virginity.
Staring at the blood dried along the expanse of my cock, I made sure to commit the image to memory. If I’d had a camera, I would have snapped a damn picture and hung it above the headboard of my bed so I got to fall asleep and wake up to the sight every day of my life.
Behind me, I heard Jane stir with a sleepy sounding yawn. “I was having the best dream.” Her voice was sleepy too. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have to come over here and finish it for me. I woke up before we got to the best part.”
As I turned, I felt my brows come together. The sight of her like that—naked and stretched out, fragments of light cutting through the shade—made me weak. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I got to look at her whenever I wanted.
I was the luckiest damn bastard who had ever and would ever live.
“Was last night your first time?” I rasped, still feeling like it was too good to be true.
Her throat bobbed as she lowered her eyes. Then she nodded. “Yes. It was my first time.” Her eyes met mine for a beat before shifting away again. “You were my first.”
Hearing her admit it made me want to beat my chest and roar. But I didn’t want to terrify her, so I saved the chest pounding for a time when I was alone.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, moving toward her. “If I’d known, I would have been gentle—I would have taken my time and let you set the pace.”
Jane bit her lip. “There was nothing about last night I would have done differently, no matter how experienced or inexperienced I was. Nothing.” Her eyes flashed when they met mine.
“But why didn’t you say anything?” I lowered beside her and held out the bowl of water.
Her eyes didn’t land on the water bowl though—they landed on the straining piece of anatomy between my legs. When she wet her lips, I felt my balls draw up. Not yet, I told myself. Now that I knew I’d been Jane’s first last night, I wanted to show her how much that meant to me. How thankful I was for
Deserted island life had its perks.
Dropping a coconut bowl into the bucket I’d managed to fashion out of leaves and bark, I froze when my eyes landed on my still-hard cock. My heart lodged in my throat right before a unique mix of emotions settled into the pit of my stomach. Pride tangled with guilt. Thrill mixed with worry. Hell, even a degree of male smugness worked into the mix.
There was dried blood coating my cock. Which meant . . .
Fuck.
Was Jane a virgin? Or had she been until last night?
Fuck again.
I hadn’t exactly been gentle entering her. I hadn’t exactly been slow and gentle in any of the times I’d entered her. Had I known, I never would taken her the way I had, riding her so hard it felt like the head of my cock was stabbing into her throat each time I sheathed myself into her tight channel.
Oh, god. She had been so perfectly tight. So goddamn, mind-blowingly tight that all it had taken was a few strokes before my balls drew up, my orgasm shooting through me a moment later.
She’d never given any indication she was in pain. I’d been watching too. Despite my mind seeming to be focused on one thing only, I’d reserved enough mind space to ensure I was making it good for her too.
Had my precious Jane saved herself? For last night? For me?
The thought of it made my throat tighten and my inner animal roar. I’d been her first. The first man to know her body. The first man to fill her with his seed. The first man to feel her sweet pussy milk his cock while he was buried twelve inches inside.
Fuck times infinity.
I had to give my nuts a hard squeeze to keep from coming right there—that’s how turned on I was by the knowledge I’d been the one to take this beautiful woman’s virginity.
Staring at the blood dried along the expanse of my cock, I made sure to commit the image to memory. If I’d had a camera, I would have snapped a damn picture and hung it above the headboard of my bed so I got to fall asleep and wake up to the sight every day of my life.
Behind me, I heard Jane stir with a sleepy sounding yawn. “I was having the best dream.” Her voice was sleepy too. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have to come over here and finish it for me. I woke up before we got to the best part.”
As I turned, I felt my brows come together. The sight of her like that—naked and stretched out, fragments of light cutting through the shade—made me weak. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I got to look at her whenever I wanted.
I was the luckiest damn bastard who had ever and would ever live.
“Was last night your first time?” I rasped, still feeling like it was too good to be true.
Her throat bobbed as she lowered her eyes. Then she nodded. “Yes. It was my first time.” Her eyes met mine for a beat before shifting away again. “You were my first.”
Hearing her admit it made me want to beat my chest and roar. But I didn’t want to terrify her, so I saved the chest pounding for a time when I was alone.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, moving toward her. “If I’d known, I would have been gentle—I would have taken my time and let you set the pace.”
Jane bit her lip. “There was nothing about last night I would have done differently, no matter how experienced or inexperienced I was. Nothing.” Her eyes flashed when they met mine.
“But why didn’t you say anything?” I lowered beside her and held out the bowl of water.
Her eyes didn’t land on the water bowl though—they landed on the straining piece of anatomy between my legs. When she wet her lips, I felt my balls draw up. Not yet, I told myself. Now that I knew I’d been Jane’s first last night, I wanted to show her how much that meant to me. How thankful I was for
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