Page 59 of Pining for Pierce

“I won’t. It’s not possible. I couldn’t hurt you, babe. I wouldn’t know how.”

She smiles, just lightly. “You won’t want to, or even mean to, but you will hurt me, my love. I—I’ve never done this before, you see, so you won’t be able to help yourself.”

I lean up again, staring down at her. “You’ve never…?”

“No,” she interrupts me, although she doesn’t seem to know what to say next, and I fill the silence myself.

“How?” I say, although I know that’s not enough, and I add, “How is that possible? You’re too beautiful for someone not to have…”

She chuckles, smiling up at me. “There have been offers, from men who were a lot nicer about it than Kaiden, and I won’t say I haven’t been tempted over the years.”

“Then what’s held you back?”

“You,” she says simply. “I was waiting for you, Pierce. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to do this with.”

Her admission hits me hard, as I recall all the times I’ve sought her advice about other women, and although we’ve already discussed my mistakes, knowing how she feels, and how she’s felt for quite some time, I don’t feel as though I’ve apologized enough for the damage I must have done. I dip my head, resting it against hers.

“How have you put up with me?” I ask. “Why have you put up with me?”

“Because I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

“I know. But I’ve put you through hell… dating other women, telling you all about them, asking your advice. If our roles had been reversed and you’d done that to me, I don’t know what I’d have done, but it wouldn’t have been pretty. I don’tunderstand why you’d wanna talk to me, let alone spend time with me, or make love with me.”

She raises her hand, caressing my cheek with her fingertips. “I’ll say it again… it’s because I love you.”

“I wish I’d known sooner,” I say, raising my head, and looking down at her. “I’m sorry I didn’t…”

She places her finger over my lips again. “Can you stop apologizing? In fact, can you stop talking, and make love to me?”

I smile, taking her hand, kissing the palm and lowering it, holding it beside her head, while I reach between us again, palming my cock for the second time and rubbing it along her folds, up and down, several times, teasing her clit until she’s breathing hard, and writhing against me.

“Pierce?” she says, looking up into my eyes.

“It’s okay. Just relax.”

I nudge against her entrance, pushing inside and watch her, our eyes locked, as I flex my hips, taking her virginity with that one simple move. The movement might be simple, but the moment isn’t lost on either of us. Harley lets out a yelp of pain, which stabs at my heart, distracting me for a second… although it’s only a second. Once that moment is over, even though I haven’t moved an inch, I’m so filled up with love, my heart feels like it might burst. Harley breathes, long and deep, taking her time to acclimatize to the feeling of being penetrated, and then she nods her head, giving me the most perfect smile and raising her legs just a little.

I take her other hand, bringing it up on the other side of her head, pinning her to the mattress, wanting this to be everything we both need it to be, as I edge deeper inside her, inch by inch, feeling her walls tighten around me, and letting out a sigh when I can go no further. I want to take her… I need to take her. So damn hard. And yet I want to stay right where I am, savoringthis most perfect moment. She’s so tight, gripping my cock from base to tip, her muscles rippling and clenching as she adapts to this new experience.

“That feels so good,” she says, closing her eyes just for a second.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore?”

“No. But you’re very deep inside me.”

“I’m meant to be.”

I love this. I love her innocence. Having to explain is new to me, and doing so with Harley just makes this even more special than it already was.

“Are you meant to stretch me this much?” she asks.

I tip my head one way and then the other. “The stretch might not always be this noticeable. It’s your first time, babe, so you’re gonna feel it.”

I lean down, letting my lips brush over hers, not making too much of the kiss, but just keeping it gentle, so she can focus on me pulling out of her, getting almost all the way there, with just the tip of my cock still inside her, as I pause, ready to slide back in again. I want her to feel every move, cherish every second, just like I am, and I give her the first few inches, taking it slow, just as she twists her head to one side, breaking our kiss, and the moment.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, leaning up and looking down at her. She nods her head, and although I leave my cock inside her, just where it was, I pull back a little further, so I can see her properly.

She’s smiling, which seems like a good thing, although there’s no doubting something isn’t right.

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