that priceless gift.
“I guess I thought you’d know . . .” She finally took the bowl from me when she realized I wasn’t going to do anything until she drank. “I thought you’d figure it out when, you know . . .”
Ah, I got it now. She figured my experience would lead me to the conclusion that she was a virgin. That I’d been with my fair share of women—before all of this—and would know when I was fucking a virgin pussy.
Another chunk of my soul gave itself to her right then. And now, she had it all. She always would too.
“Jane,” I breathed, grabbing her hand. “I didn’t know. I didn’t have a clue. All I knew was that you were the most perfect thing I’d ever felt.”
She finished what was left in the bowl and set it down. She looked up at me, almost appearing shy. “So I was the first virgin you’ve been with?”
My fingers laced tighter around hers as I lowered my head so my eyes were only inches above hers. I didn’t tame my stare. “Baby, you are the only one I’ve ever been with.”
At first, her face creased like she was confused. That only lasted a moment before it ironed out into happiness. “I was your first?” she said, almost like it was to herself.
But I answered her. “My first. My only. My last. My forever.” I pressed my lips into her forehead. “My everything.”
Her fingers curled into mine. “Really?”
“Really,” I said with a nod. “But I wish you would have told me last night that I was your first. I would have gone slower. Gentler.” My brows drew together when I replayed some of last night in my head. “If I’d known, I never would have—”
“Given me the best night of my whole entire life?” Jane interrupted, lifting a brow at me. “I wouldn’t have changed anything about last night. Absolutely nothing.”
My eyes ran down Jane’s beautiful body. Her body that no other man would know. The sense of pride and possession that overtook me almost knocked me over.
“Did I hurt you though?” The thought of it made my stomach twist and my chest seize.
“Grant, no. You didn’t hurt me—you helped me.” She sat up just enough to press her palm into the side of my face. “You saved me.”
Before I knew I was moving over her, I felt her legs curl around me. When I kissed her neck, catching her head in the net of my hands when it fell back, she sighed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I positioned myself outside of her, my chest rumbling when I felt her wet warmth welcoming me closer. Slowly, I started to move inside her. Then I moved even slower, to the point I could feel my jaw about to break from holding back.
My mouth dropped outside of her ear as my journey continued. “Making love to you the way I should have our first time.”
When I could go no further, both of our bodies curled around each other until I could feel every part of Jane connecting with every part of me. From her mouth to her toes, her nipples to her pussy, every piece of her was touching me. The skim of her pinkie alone was enough to undo me, so when we were like this, I felt like I was about to combust.
“The way you made love to me the first time was exactly the way you should have,” she said, rocking her hips into mine, trying to take every last millimeter of my cock inside her.
My eyes clamped closed when she swirled her hips. “Then I’m making love to you the way I should on our eighth or ninth . . . or whatever time.”
When I moved my face so it was directly above hers, I found her smiling. I had to smile back. It was impossible not to smile with the way she was looking up at me. It was impossible to be anything but fucking over-the-moon that this woman was laying below me, sharing her body with mine, and looking at me like I was a beginning and an end.
It was impossible not to fall in love with her.
“I love you,” I said, staring into her eyes as I continued to make love to her, slow and steady, knowing my life would be forever changed.
The
“I guess I thought you’d know . . .” She finally took the bowl from me when she realized I wasn’t going to do anything until she drank. “I thought you’d figure it out when, you know . . .”
Ah, I got it now. She figured my experience would lead me to the conclusion that she was a virgin. That I’d been with my fair share of women—before all of this—and would know when I was fucking a virgin pussy.
Another chunk of my soul gave itself to her right then. And now, she had it all. She always would too.
“Jane,” I breathed, grabbing her hand. “I didn’t know. I didn’t have a clue. All I knew was that you were the most perfect thing I’d ever felt.”
She finished what was left in the bowl and set it down. She looked up at me, almost appearing shy. “So I was the first virgin you’ve been with?”
My fingers laced tighter around hers as I lowered my head so my eyes were only inches above hers. I didn’t tame my stare. “Baby, you are the only one I’ve ever been with.”
At first, her face creased like she was confused. That only lasted a moment before it ironed out into happiness. “I was your first?” she said, almost like it was to herself.
But I answered her. “My first. My only. My last. My forever.” I pressed my lips into her forehead. “My everything.”
Her fingers curled into mine. “Really?”
“Really,” I said with a nod. “But I wish you would have told me last night that I was your first. I would have gone slower. Gentler.” My brows drew together when I replayed some of last night in my head. “If I’d known, I never would have—”
“Given me the best night of my whole entire life?” Jane interrupted, lifting a brow at me. “I wouldn’t have changed anything about last night. Absolutely nothing.”
My eyes ran down Jane’s beautiful body. Her body that no other man would know. The sense of pride and possession that overtook me almost knocked me over.
“Did I hurt you though?” The thought of it made my stomach twist and my chest seize.
“Grant, no. You didn’t hurt me—you helped me.” She sat up just enough to press her palm into the side of my face. “You saved me.”
Before I knew I was moving over her, I felt her legs curl around me. When I kissed her neck, catching her head in the net of my hands when it fell back, she sighed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I positioned myself outside of her, my chest rumbling when I felt her wet warmth welcoming me closer. Slowly, I started to move inside her. Then I moved even slower, to the point I could feel my jaw about to break from holding back.
My mouth dropped outside of her ear as my journey continued. “Making love to you the way I should have our first time.”
When I could go no further, both of our bodies curled around each other until I could feel every part of Jane connecting with every part of me. From her mouth to her toes, her nipples to her pussy, every piece of her was touching me. The skim of her pinkie alone was enough to undo me, so when we were like this, I felt like I was about to combust.
“The way you made love to me the first time was exactly the way you should have,” she said, rocking her hips into mine, trying to take every last millimeter of my cock inside her.
My eyes clamped closed when she swirled her hips. “Then I’m making love to you the way I should on our eighth or ninth . . . or whatever time.”
When I moved my face so it was directly above hers, I found her smiling. I had to smile back. It was impossible not to smile with the way she was looking up at me. It was impossible to be anything but fucking over-the-moon that this woman was laying below me, sharing her body with mine, and looking at me like I was a beginning and an end.
It was impossible not to fall in love with her.
“I love you,” I said, staring into her eyes as I continued to make love to her, slow and steady, knowing my life would be forever changed.
The
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