Which is why I let out an unattractive grunt when he backed off entirely. He sat up on his heels, and I bucked my hips up to him, asking him to finish me off. Instead, he pushed his jeans down, and his cock sprang free, hard and long, indicating of what was to come. He grabbed hold of it and pumped himself a couple times, staring fixedly between my legs with his tongue darting across his bottom lip.

Then he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and withdrew a condom. He stared down at it for a moment, his chest rising and falling speedily as his brows came together in contemplation.

We both sort of went still staring at it.

“You sure?” he asked me inaudibly.

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

His hand shook before he tore it open. He stood up, kicking his jeans off entirely so that he was naked. My mouth went dry staring at him sheath himself. Then he dropped back down to me, and this time the lightness in his expression had long passed, replaced by a hunger that mirrored mine.

He kissed me, hard and long, sliding his tongue between my lips as his fingers roamed between my folds, moving in and out of me. I grabbed his length and pumped him slowly, the head of him lightly touching my lower abdomen, leaving behind the moisture that had built there. It was possibly the most erotic moment I’d ever had with him until that point, and it was only going to get hotter.

He removed his fingers from me and took hold of his hard cock, looking down between us as he lightly brushed it against me, teasing the outside of my sex. I ground my hips up, trying to hurry him along.

“This’ll hurt,” he told me, breathlessly.

“I know,” I replied, panting as though I’d run a marathon.

“Hold me tight.”

I did. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling so turned on I didn’t care about pain. His forehead pressed against me as he slowly pushed in. My body tensed, immediately feeling invaded in a way it had never been before. I gripped him hard, my fingernails digging into his back as he pushed a little harder, slipping in.

While the pleasure surged through me, a slow burning pain combined, making me both moan and then wince. He took his time, kissing me softly as he slid in further. I gripped him so hard, I didn’t know how far he was inside me, until he whispered, “There, baby, the worst is over.”

My body immediately relaxed, and to my surprise, he slid further in suddenly, and I gasped at the fullness of him.

“There we go,” he muttered. “When you were tense, your body wasn’t letting me in all the way.”

He stilled himself in that position, getting me used to the feeling. Jesus, it was different than I imagined. I knew I’d be filled, but I didn’t think I’d be filled enough to remove that ache I’d been longing to get rid of. Maybe it was Carter that was just big. Whatever it was, it had me shutting my eyes, basking in the feeling.

“Move,” I told him. “I want you to move now.”

He did. Very slowly. Moving in and out in long, deep strokes, taking his time only for the purpose of taking it easy on me. The pain was forgotten. My need for pleasure overshadowed it. I held him to me, burying my forehead in between his neck and shoulder as he sped up little by little.

“Does it feel good for you?” he asked me, dropping his head to the side of my face.

I nodded, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Yes.”

“Good, it feels amazing for me too, Leah.”

My arms slowly lowered, until I was gripping his ass with one hand, pulling him to me every time he withdrew. I felt like a firework about to go off. He needed to go a little harder, a little faster, and I’d be there.

“Don’t stop,” I begged him as I began to approach the peak. “Harder.”

He slammed into me a little harder, and I cried out, digging my nails into his flesh as the pleasure hit me, surging through my body, wracking me in tremors as I rode it out.

“Fuck, Leah…. Shit,” he groaned and stilled, coming as he gripped me tightly to him. I felt him jerk inside me, and he quivered, muttering curses until it was over.

Jesus. Shit. Fuck.

That was…

Incredible.

Carter

I couldn’t stop myself.

Twelve

He carried me to the bathroom after we’d come down from our high. Setting me down on my feet, he leaned into the shower stall and turned it on. The room began to mist, and he adjusted it while I looked at myself in the mirror.

My usually dull brown eyes looked back at me and they were radiant. As though lit by light behind them, making them shine. My cheeks were flushed, my pink lips swollen, and my hair in knots. I looked freshly fucked.

I’m not a virgin anymore.

I expected to feel… different. Maybe more like an adult? I don’t know, just different. Instead, I felt the same, with the difference being my vagina ached and I had had a taste of something brilliant.

“Come on, beautiful,” Carter said from behind me.

I followed him into the stall and leaned against him. I was shattered and my legs felt wobbly. He supported me, resting my back into his chest, holding me around the waist. He moved me under the spray and we rocked back and forth under it, getting soaked by its warmth. He later rinsed my hair out with shampoo, digging his fingers into my scalp, massaging me.

“Good?” he asked.

“Mm,” I moaned.

He chuckled and kissed my shoulder. “That was incredible, by the way. I was so excited, I didn’t last very long. We gotta correct that.”

“Wanna correct it now?” I only asked because I could feel him harden behind me already.

“No, Angel, you need to rest this.” He said the last word with his hand between my legs. “It must be sore.”

I shook my head. “It’s not so bad, honestly.”

I turned around in his arms, looking up into his eyes. His eyelashes were sprinkled with tiny little drops, and I wanted to lick his face, he was that delectable. “You look incredible wet, by the way.”

He smiled warmly, running his eyes down my body. “And you look like heaven. Pure fucking ecstasy.”

I wrapped my arms around him and he leaned down, searing his mouth against mine. He kissed me slowly and deeply. It felt intimate and far from friendly. Nothing about tonight felt friendly, now that I thought about it.

I palmed his cock again and he broke free of the kiss, his forehead bumping against mine, groaning as I pumped him slowly. It was the look of pleasure on his face that made me burn for him again. My legs shuddered and I was shocked to feel yet another ache begin to form. Christ, I felt like a nymphomaniac.