He shifts his weight slightly and I open my eyes. His forehead is pressed against mine, and he’s fighting his body to the point that his features have contracted into a look of pure suffering.
I close my hands on his face, moving his head so I can spray kisses across his cheeks. “I’m all right.” My hips flex into him as I bring my mouth to his.
“I’m going to move,” he murmurs in a sweet, tight way that makes my heart swell and a laugh nearly escape me. “Just a little.”
A slow glide out and then deeply in.
I moan and arch up, the controlled moves of his body glorious torture.
“More,” I demand.
He pumps a little faster, harder, and I cry out, my body wantonly accepting him…and then he moves again, but this time he no longer pauses between the thrusts. Slowly at first, in and out, until I’m urgently meeting him, pushing our rhythm into something more frantic, and he speeds up, kissing me hard as he clutches my lower body into him.
I quiver and bow; a sheen of sweet gathers over us both.
His muscles tense.
It’s building inside him…and to my astonishment, I feel the climb in me again. Oh fuck…even with the infrequent twinge of pain, the unavoidable contact with a tender area inside my walls, I didn’t know anything could feel as good as this. Fire runs across my nerves. I am only sensation. He is whispering my name, thrusting hard, building and building with me.
“I love you, Kaley,” he calls out, and I explode with his words, tightening around him as I climax, my heart and thoughts in riotous disarray.
“Oh fuck.”
He rears up, his body going rigid as he empties himself into me. He collapses atop me, still pumping, but his body is slowing. His breathing is ragged and I can feel his pulse race.
He stills inside me. “Are you OK?”
His eyes are intense, probing and worried.
I lace my fingers through his hair. “I’m wonderful. I love you.”
He pulls out slowly and lies on his side beside me. “I love you, too, Kaley.”
He removes the condom and tosses it into a trashcan. I feel a little overwhelmed, a tad giddy, and all of a sudden unexpectedly shy with him.
“Oh fuck.”
I glance down to where he’s staring. There’s blood on the bed, the remnants of my virginity, and I flush—why does the bedding have to be white?—pulling the duvet over me and the bright red spot.
I make a silly face. “Well, that’s a sure sign my cherry has been popped.”
His lips quirk up in a half smile. “It’s also a fucking turn-on to see it. It’s going to be impossible to keep my hands off you the rest of the night.”
My eyes widen. “Then don’t.”
He laughs. “We need to take this slowly, Kaley. I don’t want to overdo it and end up hurting you.”
“Well, you better not be thinking that that’s the only time we’re going to do it while we’re here.”
He laughs, brushing the stray dark curls from my face. “Hell no. You’re getting breathers. That’s all. Get used to the fact we’re going to have a very sexual relationship.”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip. “I hope so.”
I turn on my side to face him and he eases down on his pillow, a hand beneath his head and his face close to mine.
“A very sexual relationship,” I repeat, kiss him, then pull back and frown. “Maybe. That is if you can explain to me how you’ve never had sex with a girl but know how to fuck a virgin right.”
Oh my—are his cheeks reddening?
I wait, demanding and impatient.
He exhales loudly. “Linda. She has been TMI in not so subtle wording on how I should treat a girl sexually since I was fourteen and she caught me in my bedroom slapping one off. Having regular sex lectures from my mother would have been totally humiliating if she didn’t know more about sex than practically every guy I’ve ever known and was no-big-deal about it all. My mom is like an encyclopedia. Definitely better than my dad. Even better than the Internet.”
Part of me wants to laugh in shock and a part of me wants to kiss him gently because I can see he’s a little embarrassed sharing this with me.
“Wow. I’ve never even had one sex talk with Chrissie.”
He makes a half pout and then starts lightly kissing my face. “Linda thinks it’s a parenting priority and she makes it inescapable. She said that she couldn’t stop me from being a guy, but she’d make damn sure I was a good one.” He touches my nose with his lips, laughs once, and then lifts his face. “Was I a good one? Was it all right for you?”
He stares down at me, how important that is to him not completely hidden within his shimmering green eyes.
I hug him tightly against me. “All right? I think you’ve ruined me. I can’t imagine anything better than what we just shared or ever letting another guy touch me. Not after you, Bobby. We’re perfection together. And, oh, definitely a very sexual relationship.”
CHAPTER 13
An unrelenting sensation between my legs coaxes me from a dream to wakefulness. I push back into the warmth behind me and realize it isn’t just my naughty subconscious getting me hot for Bobby again.
His warm flesh is all around me. His face is tucked beneath my hair, chin resting on my shoulder and his breath is tickling my cheek. One arm is around me, pushing up against my breasts, and the other is lying on the pillow above my head. The surface of his chest is like fire rocks against my back, my ass is tucked into the bend of his groin, and there is definitely something I want, hard and teasing, between my legs.
I open my eyes to find the room still dark and the candles burned low. It may not be morning, but I don’t care. I don’t know how long we slept, but I’m so ready to fuck him again. Very sexual relationship about to commence.
I carefully turn in his arms to find him fast asleep. The strong features of his face are relaxed, those delicious lips parted slightly, his sun-streaked hair a mess, and that perfectly sculptured chest barely moves from the soundness of his breathing.
I shake my head. What kind of guy has a body like that and has fucked only one girl at eighteen? No, not fucked. Made love to with such sweet care.
He’s so beautiful when he sleeps—no, Kaley, he’s beautiful always, inside and out.
I touch his cheek, happy he doesn’t wake. I thought I knew him so well before yesterday, but I don’t think I do. Maybe you don’t really start getting to know a guy until after you’ve had sex with him.
Something tells me I’ve not even scratched the surface of Bobby. But I definitely want to know everything about him. My heart is so hungry it feels as if nothing is ever going to be enough with him.
He’s so honest and intelligent—definitely fantastic in the sexual department—and good. It’s an underrated thing to be a good guy, as if being a jerk like Seth makes you the man. Not. Bobby definitely proves that one wrong. He’s definitely the dominant guy in this crew and he’s the farthest thing from jerk-like there is.
I slip my leg over his hip and ease into his body until his erection is back where it belongs. I could gaze at him all night—how could any guy look this good in sleep?—but I have needs.
I move into him further and place my lips on his neck, and the taste of him makes my body ruthlessly demand more. My mouth moves to his and I lift my pelvis up into him, flexing to stroke his erection with my more than eager clit. He starts moving against me—ah, that woke him—stroking my flesh as he changes the kiss, plundering me with his tongue as his erection starts pushing into me.
His breathing grows deep and ragged. He stops my hips and breaks the kiss.
“If this is not OK—if you’re sore—you better tell me now,” comes his breathy warning as he thrust his hips again.
I do feel something down there, the change in my body, a touch of soreness, but not enough to make me ignore the heat in my sex because most of all I can feel him.