Page 60 of Rogue Voice

His cock pushed deeper, until she felt him push through the barrier.

Oh my God.

She’d thought she’d felt him before, but that was nothing compared to the all-consuming sense of fullness she felt now. Full to the point of pain, then just … full.

Inside her, Rogue held himself very still. Bea wasn’t ignorant. She knew about her hymen—had been told time and time again how important it was to protect it. And now it was gone.

The sense of relief was overwhelming. She felt her tense muscles relax. Within moments, the slight pain shifted to pleasure. Bea’s hips moved of their own accord, looking to get even closer to Rogue. He’d been holding back, but now seemed to sense the change in her and began sliding slowly in and out of her.

Nothing—nothing—could have prepared her for this pleasure. The way every time he bottomed out inside her, he pressed against her pubic bone in the most delicious way.

“This is …” She bit her lip, unable to finish the sentence. “I need …”

“Tell me what you need, honey,” he said through clenched teeth.

He’s still holding himself back.His hand came between them, his fingers sliding up and down her clit. It was the combination of that touch and the slow, deep penetration that did it, lighting up a flame that grew, and grew … until it turned into fireworks inside her.

Oh.My.God.

It was an explosion that started in her pussy but traveled like lighting up her body, down each of her limbs. Her toes curled, hard enough that she thought they might cramp. She laughed the ridiculous thought away.

Rogue’s hips pistoned in and out, drawing out her pleasure until he stilled deep inside her. A deep, ragged groan escaped him as he reached his own orgasm.

She felt a slight burning sensation as he left her—more discomfort than pain—but nothing could replace the languorous feeling that had taken over her body. He kissed down her forehead, her cheeks, until he reached her mouth, his kisses light and tender.

“How are you feeling?” Rogue asked, his mouth against hers. “I didn’t hurt you?”

She shook her head quickly, knowing he wouldn’t do it again if he thought he was hurting her. And she wanted to do it again. She kissed him back, to reassure him but also because she wanted to keep touching him.

“I didn’t know it would feel like this amazing,” she said truthfully. He seemed happy to hear this.

“Let me get rid of this. I’ll be right back,” he said, taking off the condom.

Bea pulled the sheet against her body, watching his beautiful, muscled body as he pulled on his jeans and left the cabin. She stretched her toes, enjoying the tingling feeling, a faint reminder of what had just happened. Back when she was at school, girls talked about sex all the time. In the last years, Bea had tried not to think about it, except to hope that, when it happened, it wouldn’t be too awful. She’d never imagine it could feel like this.

Then her mind—her stupid, unreasonable mind—conjured up Oscar Aguilar. The thought that her first time might have been with him, instead of with Rogue, was enough to make her want to vomit. She quickly forced the darkness back. She wasn’t going to let Aguilar steal this moment away from her—from them.

Rogue was back moments later. He hadn’t bothered to put on a belt, so his jeans hung low enough on his hips that she could see the thin line of hair heading down. Bea felt something tighten inside her.

“Is there any room for me?” he asked, eying the narrow cot.

Bea inched closer to the wall and pulled at the sheet to make space.

Rogue sat down next to her. In his hand, he carried a wash cloth.

“Is this okay?”

She mumbled her assent, enjoying the warm, delicious feeling. When Rogue pulled it back from between her legs, the wash cloth was stained pink. She felt her own cheeks redden.

“Are you sore?”

“Were you sore the first time you did it?” Bea asked.

Rogue laughed. “I don’t remember, but it’s different for men, I think.”

“I’m okay. I’m more than okay, actually. I could do it again.”

Rogue settled in beside her, his long, muscled body angled protectively against hers. “I’m not eighteen anymore, honey. I’m going to need a bit of time.” Around them, the boat rocked gently. Bea listened to the soft sounds of the sea, realizing she’d never felt in her life felt this safe, this protected.

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