Brows drawn, she panted and held onto me so tightly that her nails were sure to score me, and I would wear the marks proudly. Another tear fell. I kissed it away, holding my lips at her cheek in silent support. We started this together, and we would get through it together.
A long while passed, and Maya uttered a pouting, whispered, “Ow.”
My lips still at her cheek, I smiled into her warm flesh. “I’m sorry.”
She leaned into me, and I took it as a good sign. A minute later, she announced, “I think I’m ready now.”
Closing my eyes, I breathed her in. “You sure?” Damn, she smelt like lemon and vanilla. Like a fucking lemon meringue pie. Delicious.
“I’m sure,” she uttered quietly. I decided to test the water. Pulling out, I watched her flinch, and, slowly, I thrust again gently. Her wince was smaller that time, so I did it again, and again until her tight, wet pussy took me easily and Maya sighed with every plunge.
She was ready. Holding her tight, I rolled us so I was on top. Keeping myself inside her, I wrapped an arm under her butt and pulled her up to place a pillow under her hips. All the while, she looked up at me in a daze. When she was settled and ready to go, I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. “You’re not a virgin anymore, Maya.”
Then she smiled. No, she beamed, and all I wanted to do was kiss her sweet mouth. I gently lay on top of her, kissing her smiling lips, and it felt so natural that my spine began to tingle with unease. I pushed it aside and kept my mouth on hers as I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, moving in a calculated manner.
Then, picking up speed, listening to her soft moans threw me, and before long, I was driving into her with all I had. Bracing my arms by her head, I fucked her hard, loving the way her mouth parted lightly and her neck flushed. I didn’t think I could make her come. Not now, not after the pain of losing her virginity, but I guessed I was wrong.
Her hot, slick pussy pulsed around me, tightening even more. I thrust harder, her mouth rounding in an O. I was on the verge of losing my composure; my balls tightened and I was about ready to shoot my load into her warm core.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I panted, keeping my pace.
Her legs lifted, hoisted on my hips, and she gasped at what the change in position had done for her pleasure. Gripping my shoulders, a low groan started in her throat and I knew she was there. Reaching for her hips, I gripped them and drove into her like a madman. “That’s it, baby. Almost there,” I hissed out through gritted teeth.
I thrust, ground, and plowed into her, and the harder I did it, the tighter her pussy became. Then suddenly, her back bowed. Clutching at me, her eyes closed, her face became pained and her pussy jerked around my sheathed cock. Her back slumped and she kept coming, shuddering and gasping for breath, before she moaned long and low in her throat.
Her legs drooping off my hips, I placed my hands under her hips, lower until I gripped her ass, squeezing and kneading as I worked myself to release. My thrusts became jerky, and soon, I was overwhelmed by the feel of her. I drove in again, once, twice, then stilled inside of her, body unyielding, jaw set, panting and growling through gritted teeth. Warm spurts of cum filled the condom and I collapsed, my face buried in the space between her breasts.
Breathing heavily, I sluggishly wrapped my arms around her, panting at her skin, hoping I wasn’t too heavy for her. I mustn’t have been, because she entwined her legs with mine, lifting her hands to run her fingers through my hair.
A moment of realization shook me.
There was no place I would rather be than in Maya’s arms.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mia
Sex.
Who knew it would be so amazing?
I was banking on it being enjoyable. I was definitely not expecting mind-blowing, heart-pounding, and utterly blissful.
As far as first times go, I think mine was pretty darn good. Sure, it hurt like a bitch, but when the pain subsided, all that was left was intense pleasure.
Or it could’ve just been the man delivering said sex.
Quinn was currently running a bath for me. I declined, but he insisted it would ease the aches in my body. What he didn’t know was that I wanted those aches. Those aches were proof I was touched. Proof that I was officially a woman in every way.
But as I sat up, pulling a sheet over me, I winced at the soreness between my legs. Quinn did not miss this. Stomping naked to the bathroom, he stated I would be going into that bath or he would be putting me into the bath himself.
Rolling my eyes, I gave in. And when I did, frowny Quinn turned into grinning Quinn. Both Quinn’s were fine, but when Quinn smiled, he made my heart skip a beat.
He walked out of the bathroom with a white robe on. “Bath’s ready. Need help getting in?”
I shook my head, pushing my chaotic hair behind my ear. “No, I can do it.”
Standing with the sheet, I walked into the bathroom, and before I even saw the bath, I smelled it. Rose, citrus, and vanilla assaulted my nose in the best way, and then I saw the bath and gaped.
It was not a bath. It was a Jacuzzi. Anyone who has ever been in a Jacuzzi knows the difference. There was no comparison.
Dropping the sheet, I clipped my hair up, climbed into the not-too-hot water, and immersed myself into the cloud-like bubbles. The moment I lay back, I closed my eyes and sighed in ecstasy.
Quinn was right. I felt all the tension ease out of my body.
My brows bunched as I felt someone leaning over me. Opening my eyes, a smiling Quinn stood by the Jacuzzi. “Thought you’d want some company.”
Before I could answer with a sultry, ‘Then why don’t you join me?’ he lifted his hands and dropped the three rubber duckies he bought me into the tub. At the look on my face, he chuckled then placed something on the edge of the tub. I glanced over at it. PH neutral soap. Actually, it read ‘intimate wash’.
He uttered a gentle, “That won’t sting when you wash your…you know.”
I looked up at him, a baffled expression on my face. “You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”
He shrugged. “I might’ve Googled what I would need after deflowering a poor helpless maiden.”
I barked out a laugh. “You are too much, M—” Oh, shit. I almost called him Matt. “…my friend. Too much.” Phew. Good save.
He started to walk out when he spun back and asked, “Hey, do you mind if I shower while you’re in there?”
My lips puckered as I thought. Hell, we’d kissed, I sucked his man meat, he ate me like a last meal, and then he screwed my brains out. Did I mind him showering in my proximity?
No. No I did not. I shrugged. “Sure.”
Matt Quinn winked at me, undid his robe, and then let it fall to the ground in a puddle at his feet. I fought the urge to gasp. I didn’t think I would ever get used to seeing a man like this naked. Every single time, it was like being presented a gift. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Had I spoiled myself by having a god of a man take my maidenhead?
Would I ever look at a ‘regular’ man in the same way?
I started to panic. What if no man would compare to Matt Quinn? What the hell was I supposed to do then?
Blinking down into my bath, I touched my lips with my fingertips and muttered a hushed, “Oh, shit.” What had I done?
Quinn looked at my face and, still gloriously buck naked, asked, “Hey, you okay?”
My response was five decibels louder than it needed to be. “Fine.” He jolted at my unexpected shout. I chuckled nervously then swallowed hard, responding much quieter, “Fine, sorry. I was just thinking.”
Smiling down at me, he shook his head and stepped into the shower.