Page 70 of A Favor Owed

And this time, he goes for the condom.

Holy shit. Oh my God. This is happening.

“How are you feeling tonight, beautiful?” he asks, ripping the wrapper with his teeth.

“I’m happy,” I say. “Completely unstressed. And in a really good space in my head.”

He laughs softly. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

My heart is thundering so loudly I’m sure he’ll hear it and stop. I take a deep breath, try to quiet it down. He has the condom on and is pressing inside me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m great,” I say. But he’s getting nowhere. I try to relax. Then I feel his fingers and I’m not just relaxing—I’m melting.

“Oh my God, Ange, you are so fucking wet.”

And then, all of a sudden, it’s not his fingers inside me anymore. He thrusts hard once, twice, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. It comes out like a pained moan. He freezes.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” I say, breathless. “Just, just wait a second, if you can. Can you?” I’m not entirely sure how this works. I just know I need to get used to the feeling of him inside me before anything else happens.

“Yeah, of course,” he says, smoothing my hair away from my face, kissing me. “I don’t want to be anywhere else. You feel amazing, Angela.” He’s shaking slightly, from the strain of not moving or from something else, I have no idea. But it makes me want to kiss him.

He rests his forehead on mine, and I touch my lips to his. “You taste like blood,” he says, brushing his thumb across my lips. “Did I do that?”

“No, I did.” He kisses me again, and then he starts to move.

Ow, ow, ow.Tears pool in my eyes from the pain, but I love that he’s finally inside me, I love that his eyes are full of heat and desire, I love that he’s lost and found in my body, that he feels so perfect in and around me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, I’m so okay.”

“Why do I feel like I’m hurting you?”

“I’m good.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I’m just a little nervous,” I say, which is totally true.

He slows down. He slides a hand behind my thigh and pushes my leg back so he can kiss the inside of my knee. “We can totally stop.”

I groan, half in pain and half in pleasure. My body feels so raw…ow…but his mouth on my knee…yum.

“No,” I say, kissing him to show him I mean it. “I don’t want to stop. Ever.”

He murmurs something that sounds like “Jesus Christ.” Then he’s moving inside me again, harder and faster. I can feel the pleasure building in me, but I’m too distracted by the newness of it, my nervousness, and a nagging little idea in the corner of my mind that maybe I should have told him.

And then he stops.

“What? What’s wrong?” I ask breathlessly.

He looks momentarily panicked. “I don’t think I can wait for you this time, Ange,” he whispers, his teeth gritted. “I’ve never…I’ve never wanted anyone so badly. I’m going to come, like, any second.”

“Donotwait for me, Brady,” I order, gripping his hair. “It’s not going to happen.”

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