Page 20 of My Sweet Cherry
“I don’t want to stop.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, locking our stares. “I want you to have sex with me. Please?”
The first movement when he started to slide into me burned. I could feel my pussy stretching around the width of his cock, and I could feel the head of it pressing into my walls. Then I felt a small twinge of pain and slight resistance, and he paused. “Take a deep breath,” he said, and I did.
The air filled my lungs as he pushed past the resistance, and a sharp pain jolted through me. I cried out at the pain and the pleasure that instantly followed it, and the aching yell turned to a wanton whine. He paused. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m great,” I said when the pain went away and the craving to feel more of him returned. “Please don’t stop.” Carter kissed me as he pulled out, slowly pushing back in. The more he did it, the more the small aches turned to a feeling I could easily see why people craved.
His movements were smoother than the rippling muscles in his arms or the breaths that grew more ragged. Carter closed his eyes and furrowed his brow like he was clinging to his self-control—almost like it was killing him to be so gentle.
The same sensation I’d felt earlier returned, first feeling like I was going to pee and then feeling like the newly familiar ecstasy that worked through my nerves and made my muscles tighten. “Carter,” I moaned, digging my nails into his back like I was clinging to him in case the bed slid out from under us. “Carter, I’m going to come!”
“Good,” he grunted, his breathing heavy. He moved a little faster, brushing against a spot inside me that made my legs shake. “Let me feel you come all over me.”
He thrust into me again, and the tension snapped. I cried out, digging my nails harder into his back until it felt like the world was spinning faster than we were. I grabbed onto the sheets, clinging to them while waves of my release coursed through my body. Then I felt him jerk, and the muscles in his legs tightened and relaxed again.
His body weight was heavy on top of me when he dropped, but it was comforting, and I settled into the warmth. “Thank you,” I whispered against his chest. “That was better than I thought it would be.”
“Don’t thank me, cherry,” he chuckled, kissing my forehead. I could feel our erratic heartbeats trying to match up to each other through our skin. “I won’t ever get that look on your face out of my mind. It was better than I ever imagined.”
Chapter 17
Beth
“Wait, what do you mean you did it?” Amy laughed, opening the door to the science building. She lifted a brow, sharing a matching confused look with Isabella.
I sighed. “I mean I didit.”I waited until the realization hit their faces at the same time.
“Oh myGod!You had sex with Carter!” she squealed.
“What was it like?” Isabella joined in with a too-loud-for-subtlety shriek of her own.
“Shh, shh, shh.” I waved my arms, desperate for them to be quiet when other students walking by started to turn theirheads to listen. “Will you please shush? People canhear you!”I whisper-yelled.
My friends exchanged a too-nosy-to-care-about-the-volume look. “You can’t tell us that you lost your v-card and not give us the details! I don’t care who’s listening.” Amy put her hands on her hips, looking to Isabella who gave her support with a distinct nod.
“Yeah,” she added. “Tell us what it waslike!”
“It was really sweet and gentle.” My skin started to tingle when I thought about the way his fingers tenderly trailed over it last night.
Isabella looked at Amy before cocking her head and giving me a look I could read without a single word.Not good enough.“Okay, but I want thedetails, Beth. Where were you? Who started it? Did he get you off?” When she asked the last question, a couple girls walking by turned and looked back over their shoulders, and my embarrassment lodged itself in my throat.
I sighed, regretting bringing it up when I did. I should’ve known that they weren’t going to be cool about it, even if it was all I could think about. Every time I crossed my legs and felt the slight soreness, I thought about it all over again. “Okay, what if I promise to tell you about it later?”
“Hmm, fine,” Isabella finally agreed. Then she smirked and looked over my shoulder. “He’s coming this way, anyway.”
“What?” I asked, quickly bringing my finger to my lips to fix the lipstick I wasn’t wearing and tucking a curl behind my ear. “Do I look okay?” I asked last minute.
“You look great,” he answered, and the butterflies in my stomach leapt into my throat. “Hey, cherry,” Carter added when I spun around to face him. When I saw his eyes, I could feel his hands on me and his heart pounding.
When my friends giggled and stayed to watch, I cringed, hoping they didn’t tell him what we were talking about. Heprobably knew already—the whole building seemed to. “Hey, Carter. What are you doing here?” I looked around like the answer was hidden.
“I was looking for you.” He handed me the purple tape we had played in his car. “You forgot this.”
“You came all the way here to give me a tape?” I brushed my thumb over the writing on the front, unable to fight the grin that stretched my cheeks.
Carter shook his head and put his hand on my waist. “No. I also wanted to do this.” When he kissed me, I heard mixed gasps of enjoyment and entertainment from my friends—or maybe from someone else in the hall. Really, once his lips were on me, I forgot that there was anyone else around us.
“Oh,” I said when he broke away. I brought my fingertips to my lips, getting used to the swirling dance of the butterflies in my stomach each time he kissed me. “You can do that again if you want.”
