Page 84 of Hinder
I instantly miss the warmth of his body. A little self-conscience, I tug one of the blankets over my breasts, then shimmy out of my jeans. I leave my panties on, though I’m not sure why. A rush of nerves hits and I think back to everything I know about sex. I want this to be good for him, too, but I have no freaking clue how to accomplish that.
“Hey, you good?” Leighton holds shiny foil packets in one hand and a towel in the other. “We don’t have to—”
“I’m ready.” I bite my lip and take a deep breath as he joins me on the makeshift bed. “I want this to be good for you.”
He chuckles, the sound throaty and deep. “You don’t have to worry about that. It will be. I’m the one who doesn’t want to let you down.” He spreads the towel out between us and when I cock my head he explains. “We might make a little mess the first time.”
“Oh.” My cheeks heat with embarrassment and fear grips my chest.
“Hey.” Leighton runs his palm along my jaw and waits for me to lift my gaze. “We’ll go slow. I’ll be gentle.”
I nod, and release an exhale. As nervous as I am, I trust him more. I push away the sheet I was using as a shield and delight in the way his eyes come alive.
His lips cover mine and he rolls our bodies so he’s on top. He holds most of his weight off my body, but his impressive length presses against my center. I can’t help but spread my legs, wanting to feel him closer. Even with the barrier of cotton between us, I let loose a groan as his erection rubs my clit.
“I want you. So much. But first,” He pulls away and his lips twist with a wicked smile. I almost ask what, but before I do he’s scooting down my body, his mouth at my mound. “These need to go.” He snaps the waistband of my panties.
“I agree,” I whisper and we both laugh. With his help I shimmy out of the last of my clothes.
Leighton spreads my legs wide with his hands, and stares unabashedly at my center. It should be embarrassing. Mortifying at least, but all he succeeds in doing is fueling my desire. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.” His admission sends my pulse racing. I love how this isn’t weird, or awkward, and that we’re able to be honest. Playful, even.
“You made some pretty big promises. Sure you can deliver?” I raise onto my elbows so I can watch his reaction.
That wicked grin from before? It turns positively devious. “Watch, Opal. Watch me eat this pretty, wet pussy.” His lips drop to my center and he lavishes me with his tongue. Licking. Sucking.
Fuck.My eyes almost roll back with sheer pleasure when he finds my clit. My body feels hot all over and my hips try to buck off the ground, only he holds them down. The sound of wet flesh and slurping play like an erotic soundtrack to his ministrations. He wasn’t lying. The man is skilled.
He pushes one of my thighs over his shoulder and wraps his arm around my thigh. His palm is wide and presses into my abdomen. The pressure adds intensity to his movements, and before I realize what he’s doing, he slips a finger deep inside my center.
“Oh, yes.” Everything feels good. Too good, and that familiar coiling tightens inside as my orgasm builds. He doesn’t let up, increasing both pressure and speed. And then I’m falling, breaking, and shattering apart.
Before I catch my breath, Leighton is over my body, kissing my mouth. “You are so goddamn sexy when you come.”
Satisfied and bold, I reach between us to run my hand against Leighton’s hardness. “I’m ready for you.” I slide my fingers inside the waistband of his sweatpants, and tug them down. His erection bobs out from its restraint. “Happy to see me?”
“More than you know.” He sits back on his knees and reaches for one of the foil packets. I watch with rapt attention as he sheaths himself in latex.
This is it. It’s time. I’ve been holding on to my virginity, and for that I’m thankful because I get to share this with Leighton. My life, and everything that’s happened has brought me right here, to this moment with him.
“Is this okay?” He settles on his forearms and holds his body above mine.
“Yeah . . . I mean,” I inhale a breath and relax my limbs on the exhale. I glance down between our bodies. My legs are open for him, ready and waiting. I try not to think about how this may hurt, instead focusing on the affection I feel for him. Glancing between us I watch him line up at my center. Is this how he wants it? A memory surfaces and before he pushes in I blurt out. “Should I turn around?”
“What?” Leighton lifts his head, his eyes finding mine.
I lick my lips, feeling stupid all of a sudden. “During one of your interviews, you said you preferred—”
“Doggie style.” He chuckles and his whole body shakes with the sound.
I cover my eyes with embarrassment. “Don’t laugh at me!”
“I’m sorry. I’m not. You’re adorable when you’re flustered.” He pulls my hands out of the way, kisses my lips soft and sweet, and leans back on one elbow to catch my gaze. “And there’s no way in hell I want to have sex with you if I can’t see your face.” His hand cups my cheek before descending its way down my neck, and over my chest where he palms my breast. “These are fantastic tits.” He kisses me again and I groan into his mouth. His lips move to my ear. “I want to watch you fall apart when you come on my dick for the first time.” He thrusts his hips forward, slowly, controlled, the sensation of his hard length delicious against where I ache for more.
“God, you’re so wet.” He groans and kisses my lips.
“Only because of you,” I whisper into his mouth. The pain is there, but it’s nowhere as intense at the tattoo I got.
Leighton reaches for one of my hands, threads our fingers together and holds tight. With an unhurried pace he moves his hips forward and back, pushing inside deeper with each thrust. His lips never leave mine, kissing and whispering words of adoration as our bodies join as one. “Still good?”
