Page 333 of His Virgin Romance Series

I could feel a throbbing between my legs, and a second later I felt a moisture spread. I pulled Miles’s face to mine and kissed him passionately. He was lying on top of me, with his erection pressing into my thigh and his lips on my neck as I stared up at the dancing leaves above us. I gasped as a cold drop of water hit my face, and I realized that it was starting to rain.

Moments later, Miles realized that too. He pulled himself to his feet and me with him. “Shit,” he said, as it started coming down a little harder. “We better make a run for it.”

We gathered up the blanket, the untouched wine, and the uneaten sandwiches, and started running towards our building. It didn’t matter, we got wet anyway, and by the time we made it into our apartment, we were both drenched and laughing.

“The running definitely helped,” Miles joked.

I threw the blanket to the floor, and Miles put the wine and the sandwiches on the nearest surface he could find. Our eyes locked together and I realized at that moment that I wanted him too. This was the moment. This was the night I would lose my virginity.

We rushed to each other, and our bodies hit with the force of our attraction to one another. He peeled the clothes off my body, and I was amazed by how free and uninhibited I felt. Was it because I felt safe with Miles? It had to be because I could find no other explanation for my sudden confidence.

He pulled off his shirt and pushed off his trousers, and my eyes fell to his erect cock. His penis was large and impressive, and I felt a little lightheaded immediately. Instinctively, I reached for it and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He gave a groan of pleasure and then reached behind me to undo my bra. He stared down at my breasts, admiring them for a moment and then he placed a hand on each one before leaning down and kissing my nipples with gentle care.

Then he pulled off my panties and just like that, I was naked, and so was he. He pulled me towards him, and we ended up on the carpet in front of the sofa right in the middle of our living room. It felt amazing to lie like that, naked, skin-to-skin and shaking with anticipation.

“Are you all right?” Miles asked.

“Yes…”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “Because if you have any reservations… I can stop.”

I smiled and cupped the side of his face with my hand. “I don’t want you to stop,” I said. “Just… be gentle.”

He kissed me softly on the lips and then he parted my legs gently before slipping inside me. I gasped as I received the full length of him. The fact that I was wet meant that he slid inside me easily, and after only a moment of discomfort, I realized that my body had suddenly come alive.

So this was what sex was all about. It was primal and instinctive and natural… but it was as much about the union of two minds and souls then it was about the physical act of fucking. I had never felt closer to Miles than I did just then, and I only wanted to know more of him.

He was very gentle and very tender. He took care of me, and I could tell that the whole time he was inside me, he was trying to make sure I was okay. I ran my hands up and down his back as he pushed in and out of me and I could feel his muscles flex.

“Miles,” I said, and his name came out like a moan.

“Yes?”

“You don’t have to be so gentle anymore,” I said.

He smiled down at me and then slowly, he started pushing into me harder and harder. And this was better than I had imagined. It was better than slow, tender sex. It was more erotic and passionate and heated. Within minutes, we were both sweating, and I felt my body shiver and shake without my control.

I had no idea how to cope with the expanse of emotions I was feeling. So I just clung on to Miles and let him take me wherever he wanted to go.

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