Page 54 of Last Light

I never make the conscious decision not to tell him I’m a virgin. I just don’t.

It would make him treat me differently. He might even change his mind.

I like how he is right now. I don’t want him to change. Or stop.

He edges closer to me. He takes his erection in his hand and wipes the few drops of liquid from the head. Then he cups my bottom to lift my hips. I hold myself in position as he uses one hand to line himself up and push in.

It’s tight. Really tight.

It’s intense. Raw. Overwhelming.

It doesn’t feel like there’s room for the length and girth of him in my body, but my channel stretches as he gets deeper.

I’m gasping loudly, fisting my fingers in the sheet.

Travis’s gaze moves from my face to the place where he’s penetrating me, like he’s watching himself sink inside me. His body is tense and sweating.

“How’s that?” he asks when he’s completed the slow thrust.

I make a weird sound in my throat and try to roll my hips.

“Layne?” He looks away from our groins and focuses on my face. “This hurtin’ you?”

“No,” I rasp. “Just... just tight. You’re... big.”

“Yeah?” He sounds surprised. Faintly pleased. Then his tone changes. “Too big for you?”

“No. It’s good.” I shift my hips again and realize I’m relaxing around him. It’s still full and raw and... so much. But it’s not so achingly tight.

“You sure? We’re not doin’ this unless you’re feelin’ real good.”

“I do.” I arch and toss my head. He’s holding me up by cupping my bottom again, and I try to figure out what I’m supposed to do with my hanging legs. “I feel real good now.”

He relaxes and lets his eyes rake over my body again. I’m stretched out shamelessly, my hips held in position by his hands. He can see everything about me there is to see.

He seems to like the looks of me.

A lot.

His eyes get hot again.

Then his hips begin to move. Slowly at first. Rhythmically. A careful rocking.

I moan helplessly as I feel the length of him moving inside me.

It aches. But not in a bad way.

“You feelin’ good now?”

I bite my lip and fumble for purchase against the sheet. My body is shaking with his motion. “Y-yeah. Good. So good.”

He holds me up and sustains the rhythm for a long time. My bare breasts jiggle. Loose hair sticks to my damp face. The bed squeaks softly.

And I’m having sex.

I’m having sex.

My legs dangle uncomfortably, so I hook them behind Travis’s thighs.

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