Page 120 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
“You can keep going,” I insisted. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay,” Devin replied, adjusting his hold on my hips. “Remember, you can tell me to stop at any time.”
“I know.”
The movements started deep and slow, each one sending tremors through my abdomen as blood pounded in my core. I was sensitive. Really sensitive. Too sensitive.
I cried out, and Devin grinned my hips tighter. He seemed to take great satisfaction in watching my reactions, and after a few minutes, his gasps echoed my own.
Just as it was intensifying, becoming too much to bear, Devin leaned down and aggressively kissed my neck just below my jawline.
“I love you,” he rasped in my ear.
“I love you too,” I whispered back, in so much ecstasy that I could barely squeak out the words.
It felt so good, so mind-numbingly good, that I felt like I was losing my grip on reality. My whole body was under his spell, moving with him as if it had a will of its own. It was involuntary. Instinctual. Natural.
Now that I was twenty-seven and had experienced the world outside of my church bubble, I no longer believed that sex was a sin. That it was reserved for married couples and could only be done in certain ways and at certain times.
But therewas no denying the feeling of otherworldliness that it evoked in me. Religion had taught me that it was a sacred binding of souls, and while I questioned the validity of such a statement, one thing was true: I had never felt closer to Devin than in that moment. This was a beautiful experience, and I was so grateful to be sharing it with someone that I loved so much.
It took twenty-seven years for this to happen.
But it was all worth it.
“Avie?” Devin gasped.
“Yes?”
“I…” He sighed as he slowed down. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”
I chuckled, flattered that he was enjoying this as much as I was. I reached up and pulled him towards me, so his slender torso hovered over mine. “Finish with me.”
I could feel it too. The knot in my core getting tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. I wanted it to. I wanted it to be the most beautiful one I ever experienced. But it had to be at the same time as him.
I wrapped my arms around Devin, digging my fingers into his back until my nails made half-moons in his skin. I could feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch. He was now almost as loud as I was.
“Avie…”
“Dev…”
The knot snapped. I pressed the back of my head firmly into the mattress, my back arching as the electrifying pulses of my orgasm made my whole body tremble. My fingers dug further into Devin’s back, and he gripped the soft curve of my hips until my skin went numb.
He pressed himself as far as he could into me, and I wrapped my legs around his lower back, locking my ankles in place.
I had orgasmed plenty of times since Devin and I got together six months ago, even a few times with the dilator inside me. But none of it compared to this, us locked in a crushing yet heartwarming embrace as we waited for the rolling waves of pleasure to give way to exhaustion.
Devin’s breathing slowed, and he loosened his grip on my hips. He was still on top of me, my skin pressed against his, both of us flushed with heat and damp with sweat. Once he finally lifted his head from where it had been nestled below my chin, he gave me the most beautiful, adoring smile I’d ever seen.
“We did it,” I sighed, my own massive grin mirroring his.
“Youdid it.” He pointed a finger at my chest. “All those months working with the dilators, getting through the pain…I’m so proud of you.”
I blushed. “Of course. I wanted this just as much as you did.”
Devin rolled off me and curled up on my left side. We were both overwhelmed and exhausted; my limbs felt both light as air and heavy as lead. We needed to clean up and get ready for bed, but I knew it would be several minutes before either one of us would be steady enough to stand up.
“Sorry I couldn’t last longer,” Devin said sheepishly, breaking the dreamy stillness in the air.
