Page 63 of Riding the Pine

She snorts then goes silent. “I’m scared this is going to change everything between us.”

“I’m excited for this to change everything between us.” Does she not want to sleep with me? I mean, if she doesn’t, of course I’ll respect her boundary, but if she doesn’t, I’ll need to get her off my thick, hard cock sometime soon, too.

“I just don’t want us to lose what we already have, Gizmo.” The tender way she strokes my hair, sweeping it back over my ear makes my heart squeeze. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You will never lose me, Athena.” I look her square in the eye. “I love you; I have always loved you; I will always love you. There is no world where I don’t love you. And if this doesn’t work out between us in a relationship kind of way, no matter how hard it might be, if you want to remain friends, I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure we stay friends. I’m not leaving you. I’m not going to hurt you. I mean, at least not on purpose. I might roll over onto your hair sometimes, or like, I dunno, step on your toes when we’re dancing or some shit.”

Her face softens, and her silky-smooth palm slides from my chin all the way back along my jaw. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Who’ll watch old movies with me because they want to, not because they feel they have to?”

I move her onto her back and slide down the bed so I’m lying next to her. I brush her still damp hair back from her cheek. “If at any point in this journey you feel uncomfortable, or like we’re losing our way, smack me upside the head and say so, okay? Because ultimately, I’m a guy, and sometimes guys don’t speak the same language as women. I’m not stupid, I know this. Sometimes I’m going to be clueless, but I hope that’ll be outdone by all the times I’m not.”

She smiles up at me. “You know I’m not perfect either, right? Like I fuck up all the time. And when I do, it’s usually in a supernova kind of fashion. I go from zero to nuclear in three seconds.”

I raise a brow.

“Okay, fine, one and a half seconds.”

I have seen her lose her shit at her brothers sometimes and heard some of her irate phone calls with people, and she’s not wrong. It’s a stereotype for sure, but in this instance my Latina love is something of a hot head.

I splay my palm on her stomach, enjoying the way her body doesn’t tense under my touch. It’s reassuring how easily we both seem to have settled into this relationship, friends turned into more, that comfortable friendship we’ve had for the last couple years hasn’t been made weird. At least not so far.

I’ll do everything in my power to ensure it stays that way.

“You have a temper?” I walk my fingers down her bare stomach, side-step her pussy, and skim the inside of her thigh, making her moan and arch her back. “Can’t say I’ve noticed.”

I repeat the process again. Up to her bellybutton, down to her knee. Up to her?—

“I swear to fucking God, Scott, touch me or die.”

There she is. I chuckle. “Impatient?”

She nods. “It’s our first time, so I’m trying to be patient but just get the fuck inside me now, please.”

As I roll over her leg to settle between her thighs, her body softens. “You sure you’re okay with me going in without a condom?”

She nods again. “But if you don’t get in soon, I’ll cut your dick off and use it like a dildo while you bleed out on my floor.”

I snort. “Okay, but, once I’m in, we’re going to have a talk.”

She shoves both my shoulders on a huff. “Less talking more fucking.”

“Only if you promise to tell me what you like and don’t like.”

It’s her turn to snort. “You don’t think you’ll be able to tell when I enjoy something?” She rolls her eyes. “Okay.”

I line up to her entrance and push my cock against her soaking wet pussy. Jesus Christ, I love how wet she gets for me. She rolls her hips toward me, desperate, needy, and I can’t hold back another second.

I shove my cock inside her in one thrust, leaving us both breathless. She moans under me, and I damn near lose my mind.

“This won’t last long.” My balls are already tight, my muscles primed, and my body aching for release. It’s been less than two seconds of being inside her and already I’m about to blow.

She reaches for me, pulling me against her enthusiastically. When our lips collide, her hips move again. And while I’m scared she’s going to think I’m a premature ejaculator, I’d rather get the first time behind us so I can fuck her senseless.

I think once I’ve come once inside her, it’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. My cock will simmer down and realize I’m not here for just one night, it’s not a dream, she’s real, she’s really underneath me, and it’s a long-term kind of deal.

I hope.

I move my hips, slowly at first, but her tight walls grip me in an unyielding grip, so I see stars. Forcing a breath out between my teeth I dare to pick up the pace. No idea why, though, because the faster I go, the tighter she grips me.

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