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“I said falling,” I retort. “I didn’t say I was all the way there yet.” His face lights up with a gorgeous grin at my lie. I try to keep my face serious, irritated, but I feel my lips twitch wanting to tip up.

“Go ahead and fall, sweet girl,” Bo whispers. “I’ll catch you when you get here.” Then his mouth is on mine, and all smart-ass replies leave my mind. His kiss is tender and sweet. I like it, but I want more, like the way he’s kissed me before, hot and passionate, like he can’t get enough of me. Fearing rejection, but knowing I have to take a chance, I sweep my tongue against his lips. He opens his mouth allowing my tongue to dive inside. He lets me lead the kiss, exploring his mouth despite my unpracticed movements.

I’m beginning to enjoy taking the lead, but it doesn’t last long. Bo takes over, deepening the kiss, ramping up my desire. Instinct takes over, my legs part allowing his groin to slip between them. His hard girth presses against my folds. The thin fabrics of our clothes the only thing separating us. He thrusts against me, drawing a groan of pleasure from me. He moves again and again, creating the sweetest friction between my legs. He continues ramping up this burning desire that’s building in my lady parts. My hips begin to move in time with his chasing the high that’s just out of reach. On and on we move together until I detonate, wetness gushes from my sex dampening my clothes. “Bo!” I wail his name. My body quivering as waves of ecstasy continue to consume me while Bo keeps moving against me. “Oh God!” Another intense orgasm hitting me. My pussy clenching the emptiness. I need him inside me. “Please, Bo,” I moan against his lips.

He ends the kiss, lifting his head. “What do you want, my sweet girl?” He swipes my sweat-soaked hair from my face. “Tell me, Shelby. Tell me what you want.” I stare at him, unsure how to voice my needs. I consider my response, coming to understand I just need to say it, out loud. Swallowing hard, I know my voice is going to be hoarse after the way I’ve howled in pleasure.

“You, Bo.” My voice harsh and raspy. I swallow again. “I want you to make love to me.” He lowers his head, taking my mouth again. This kiss isn’t tender or sweet. It’s intense, dirty, and fiery.I move my pelvis against him, shivering from the continued aftershocks, which my movement increases. Bo’s mouth leaves a trail along my jaw and down my neck. He sucks my skin into his mouth. I hold his head to me, afraid of what is to come, but still, I don’t want him to stop. Bo’s mouth leaves my body. He comes up on his forearm, peering down at me.

“Are you sure, Shelby?” he questions. “We have the rest of our lives. There is no need to rush this. I want you more than I’ve wanted a woman before, but I can be patient. I can wait until you are ready.” I push him back. He raises up to kneel between my legs.

“I’m ready now,” I declare, pulling my top over my head and tossing it aside. I fumble with the clasps on my bra. Bo reaches out to help, our hands working together to remove the remainder of my clothing. I lift my hips as he slides my bottoms from me, baring me to him completely. I lay back and wait for him to take me, make me his, now and forever.

“Shelby, my sweet, sweet girl,” Bo whispers, awe lacing his voice. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His gaze takes me in from head to toe and back again. His eyes lingering on my large breasts, even my large abdomen before dropping to take in the soaking wet heat between my thighs. I can feel wetness coating my thighs from the orgasms he’s already given me. I should be embarrassed at the mess, but his heated gaze emboldens me. Wanting him to get on with it, I reach for the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

“I’m ready, Bo,” I say again, slipping my hand inside, grasping his engorged length. It’s a conundrum of velvet skin, rigid as steel. Bo sucks in a sharp breath. I stroke him tentatively. Having never done this before, I’m hoping I make him feel as good as he’s made me feel. He shoves the material out of the way, jerking his cock out of my hand in his haste to rid himself of the offending garment. He pushes me back ontothe mattress, hovering over me, again. It’s my turn to suck in a ragged breath from his intensity. He takes my hand wrapping it around him again. He keeps his hand over mine, guiding me up and down, showing me what he likes. All too soon, he pulls my hand from his body.

“As good as it feels having your hand on my cock,” Bo begins, “we need to stop, or I’m going to shoot my cum all over your belly.” My eyes widen at his blunt explanation. He grins before kissing me again but only briefly. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, dragging a moan from me. The bud hardens under his ministrations. He gives the same, very thorough treatment to the other breast as well. He nips the flesh surrounding it before he suddenly moves between my thighs. I hardly have time to register his intent before his tongue slips between my folds.

A startled cry leaves me. He grins against my sex then licks me again. My face heats from embarrassment at having his face at my most private place. I’m overwhelmed at how he seems to relish my taste on his tongue. He feasts on me as if he’ll never get the chance again. He plays my body like it’s his instrument, and he is a master violinist. He licks, sucks, and teases my clit. I writhe under him, unable to hold back the sounds that are torn from me. He eases a finger inside. “Oh!” I cry from the new sensation. It’s far from unpleasant. He pumps his finger in and out keeping time to the rhythm of his tongue on my clit. I grow closer to my release. It seems he can tell that I need something more. He adds a second finger stretching me to the point of pain. “Bo,” I plead, needing release from the tension he’s built inside me. A few more pumps of his fingers that he curls to hit a place inside that pushes me closer to the finale. He sucks my clit while he pumps inside me. I’m teetering on the threshold of a sheer cliff, unable to fall. He bites my clit just hard enough to send me flying off the cliff, shattering into a billion pieces.

Unlike when he made me come before, he doesn’t keep dragging this one out like I expected. He raises up, kissing me deeply. Then I feel him at my entrance. He reaches between us, swiping his cock between my folds, coating the head in my release. He notches it, pushing in just a tiny bit.

“Look at me, sweet girl,” Bo commands. Our eyes meet. I’m shocked at what I see. There is love in his eyes. The old me wants to doubt what I’m seeing, but I can’t. It’s radiating off him. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, baby.” I smile with a nod.

“I trust you, Bo,” I say, feeling my own love for him roaring from me. “Please, make me yours.” Ever so slowly, he pushes inside, never taking his eyes off me. I wince at the stretching sensation. He stops. I shake my head. “Keep going. I’m okay.” He studies me intently, seeing whatever it is he needs to, he eases in another inch.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you are so tight,” he grunts. Sweats beads on his forehead. He is trembling from the effort to hold himself back, but I don’t want him to reign himself in. I want him to give me all of him.

“Please, Bo,” I beg. I need him to just do it. Reading my mind, he hikes up my right leg and slams home. “Ahhh!” I scream at the sharp pain of his thrust. He’s buried deep inside me. He makes no effort to move, giving me time to adjust to his size. I may not be experienced, but I’m fairly certain he’s larger than above average. I’m stretched to fullness. The pain is receding. In its wake, my desire for him returns. I lift my hips to get him to move. His cock slides deeper inside me. I didn’t think that was possible. “Ohh!”

“Sweet girl!” Bo cries. “You’re going to kill me.” I frown at his admission. His breaths are coming short and fast. Sweat drips from his face. His eyes have never left mine. “I’m trying to be careful with you. You’re making that very difficult.”

“I don’t want careful, Bo,” I reply confidently for the first time in my life. “I want you to fuck me. Take me like you mean it.” He analyzes me a moment. Then he is moving.

Chapter 24

Bo

God! Shelby is so tight. I can hardly keep myself from coming; she feels so damn good. Her asking me to fuck her is almost more than I can stand. Her plea snaps the thin line that is holding my control in check. I pull out to the tip before easing back in. Despite her request to fuck her like I mean it, I have no intention of hurting her more than I had to, to take her virginity.

Slowly I move in and out of her snug channel. I can feel her body relaxing with each pass, growing ever wetter. She tries to move with me. She’s uncoordinated, at first, but it doesn’t take us long to find our rhythm. We move together increasing the pleasure. I haven’t taken my eyes off hers the whole time. “That’s it, my sweet girl,” I encourage. “You are taking my cock so well.” I continue to praise her as our passion builds higher.

Even though this is her first time, she’s an active participant. Giving as good as she’s getting. This is my first time, too. No, it’s not the first time I’ve had sex, but it is the first time I’ve made love. It’s also the first I haven’t used a condom. The fact that I didn’t get one before I entered her should give me pause, but I’m not the least bit concerned about the consequences. In fact, I won’t care at all if our love making results in a child. I canfeel the love between us, glowing brighter with each thrust. If we make a baby, it will be the most loved child in the history of the world, because it will be a manifestation of our love.

Neither of us have said those three little words, but we don’t have to say them to feel them. I know Shelby loves me, and I love her. I move faster, chasing the climax I can feel building in my balls. She keeps pace with me, bringing her legs up to wrap around my waist. The sound of slapping flesh along with wet sucking fills my bedroom. The musky scent of sex mixed with Shelby’s floral scent floats around us filling my nose. I take Shelby’s hand, linking our fingers together. With my other hand, I reach between us to tease and rub her clit, needing her to find her release before I find mine. A few flicks against the bundle of nerves has her screaming my name. I swallow down her cries with a kiss. Three strokes later and I find my own.

“Shelby!” I bellow, going stiff as my cock empties inside her. I’ve been hard for her since she arrived. It feels as if I empty gallons of my seed in her. I give a few lazy thrusts to milk the last of my cum from my cock. I cover her body with mine, shifting to my right arm to keep from crushing her with my weight. My breath fans her hair away from her neck, where I’ve buried my nose, inhaling her scent, committing this moment to memory.

When I’ve regained my breath a little, I press kisses to her lips, cheeks, and closed eyelids. “My sweet girl.” My lips return to hers, and she opens for me, kissing me as passionately as I kiss her. My cock is still buried to the hilt inside her. Normally I pull out as soon as I’m finished, eager to leave my bed partner, but I don’t want to leave her sweet heat. She feels too good. My cock doesn’t seem to be losing its stiffness even though it has shot its load. It is as ready for a repeat as I am, though I don’t know if she will be able to take me more than once. This being her first time.

“Are you okay, sweet girl?” I ask, raising up to see her face. A lazy smile graces her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed but slowly open peering up at me.

“I’m more than okay,” she sighs contentedly. “I feel really, really good.” Contentment rushes over me. I kiss her softly again. Shifting my weight off her, to the side, my cock slips from her. Our combined release follows, soaking the sheet under us. I grip her shoulder to pull her into my arms, encouraging her to snuggle into my side. I never cuddle after sex, but I need to hold her. I want her in my arms. We lay there, both of us still breathing a little heavier than normal, until the air cools, and our breathing returns to normal. I don’t want to disturb this peaceful feeling, but I should get up so I can clean my girl.

“I’ll be right back, sweet girl,” I say, kissing her forehead. I climb out of bed. I can’t resist looking back at her naked body on display for me. My eyes zero in on the red stain where our release is on the sheets. Her eyes follow my line of sight. Her face colors when she sees what I’m looking at. Her eyes flit to me, then my still semi-hard cock. I glance down to see her blood on my cock. The sight strengthens a primal instinct inside me. Shelby is mine and mine alone. No one will ever have her pussy. Only me.

In the bathroom, I run the water until it’s nice and warm. The caveman in me doesn’t want to wash off the evidence that I’ve taken her virginity, but I know that would be disgusting so reluctantly I wash. Then getting a clean cloth and a towel, I head back to the bedroom. Shelby has pulled the covers over her. She seems to have forgotten her boldness from before. She’s returned to the shy woman I first met.

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