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I hold her gaze as I find her entrance. With restraint I’m barely holding on to, I slowly push inside, filling her inch by inch, stopping when I reach some foreign barrier.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and I push through, causing her to gasp and squeeze her eyes shut.
I instantly still, my hand coming up to brush her bangs away, hating the pain etched on her features. A tear escapes her eye, and I’m about to pull out when her legs wrap around me.
Her eyes open and she looks up at me. “Don’t stop,” she repeats.
I hold still and steady my eyes, searching hers as realization dawns on me.
How could I have been so stupid?
“You… You’re a virgin?” I ask, my heart racing as shock washes over me.
With hooded eyes, she gives me a playful smile. “Well, I was. But not anymore.”
Fuck me sideways.
I’ve never been with a virgin. I’ve never wanted to be with a virgin. In fact, it was a fucking rule of mine. And yet, something inside me warms to the idea. I can’t believe this girl is giving me this. Giving me her, for the first time. God, the sudden desire to never let her go overwhelms me and I have no idea what the fuck is going on with my brain anymore.
This is brand-new territory for me. This is why I never fucked virgins before. I’d heard it was messy. Feelings. All that shit. I just hadn’t anticipated that those weird feelings would be coming from…me. I shake the thoughts out of my head.
I gaze down at her. “Are you okay?”
She nods, wrapping her legs around me even tighter. “Yes. I…I am. I’m fine, Shane. Keep going. Please. I want this. I wantyou.”
I want to give this to her, to make it unforgettable for her, so I’m happy to comply. A small whimper escapes her lips when I’m seated fully inside her. I still my hips to revel in the exquisite tightness of her pussy.
Part of me wonders if this is why I was so drawn to her from the first sight. Did some part of me know she’d be perfect for me, especially intimately? Because, now that I’m inside her, I’m pretty sure I’m ruined for all other pussy.
Heaven.
The space between her legs is pure heaven and utterly undeserving for a random one-night stand. Not that I care. I’ve had a taste, a tease of Alyssa’s sweet pussy, I’m getting my fill and not stopping until I’ve ruinedherfor all other men too.
With gentle ease, I withdraw. Then I slowly push back in. I coach her, encouraging her to take what she wants. I want to make this perfect for her, being her first experience. But, for me, there’s also something new to this. It’s more intense, more exhilarating than it’s been with anyone I’ve been with before. Than anything I’ve done before.
As we move together, I realize for the first time that there truly is a difference between fucking and making love. I planned on fucking this girl. I wasn’t prepared for the way it changed when I realized she’d given me her virginity.
And I’m not prepared for the way it changes me even while still inside her.Especiallywhile still inside her. It’s as if I’ve found what I’ve been missing. That all of those random fucks did nothing but leave a void in me.
I may be giving Alyssa her first, but she’s also making me experience something brand new, and I’ll never forget it.
Knox’s words float through my brain.The love of a good woman.
I try to shake the thought out, to tell myself I’m just caught up in good pussy. Something in the recesses of my mind tells me I’m wrong though. That making love to Alyssa is going to change my life. Change my future into something I never expected. Something I never wanted. Everything I live for is suddenly thrown by the wayside, and it’s because of this girl under me.
Hell, I don’t even know her last name, yet it doesn’t matter. I know, without a doubt, I’ll never let another woman in my bed. Not if I can help it.
It’s far too fucking soon for this line of thinking, so I shake my head and force my attention into what I’m doing. She meets me thrust for thrust, and I have the overwhelming desire to make her come again.
Her eyes are hooded, and I thrust forcefully then hold myself to the hilt inside her. Her eyes fly open.
“Shane,” she whispers, staring up at me.
“Eyes on mine, baby,” I insist before pressing my chest to hers, our faces mere inches apart.
My hands find hers, intertwining our fingers and placing them over her head on the pillow. This position is the most intimate I’ve ever experienced, and with her, it feels so fucking right. We’re skin to skin. Chest to chest. Heart to fucking heart.
“Sunshine, I want to watch you come with me inside you. I want you to watch me, too.”
