Page 87 of The Girlfriend Card
“So that means I did okay, then?” I asked, brimming with pride.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “More than okay. That was amazing. No one’s ever made me come that fast before.”
“Really?!” I jumped next to him. “Yay! That makes me so happy.”
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I could taste my tang lingering on his lips.
“I hope you didn’t cometoohard, though,” I said.
“Why’s that?” he asked with a knowing chuckle.
“Because,” I teased, twirling my finger in the thicket of chest hair between his pecs, “you know why.”
He glanced up at me, a question forming in his eyes, but I quickly stamped it out before he could voice it.
“Yes, Dakota, I’m sure. Iwantit.”
“Wow,” he grumbled breathlessly, his reverent eyes on mine. “I’ll … I’ll need a few minutes. Is that alright?”
I giggled, my voice filled with affection. “Of course it’s alright. I’m not going anywhere.”
With time to kill, I rolled on top of Dakota, our bodies intimately pressing together. His strong arms wrapped around me in a comforting embrace. The heat of his skin against my own was like a velvety touch that made my nerves ring with bliss. I leaned in, and as our lips met, I felt a surge of warmth spreading through me—and then I felt something else, too: something stirring beneath my bottom as it grew long and plump.
“Wow!” I laughed out loud. “So much for a few minutes!”
He wore a bashful smile. He looked so cute when he was humbled. “Yeah, well, you’re pretty much the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life, so … can you blame me?”
“Awww. You’re sweet.” I leaned in, and we shared a passionate kiss that only threw more fuel on the fire. I needed him. Bad. Now more than ever. I leaned back and asked, “Do you have a condom?”
He nodded, and I hopped off him briefly so he could fetch one from the nightstand. I curled up on my side, anticipation building. Watching this sexy athlete tear the foil package open and roll the rubber sheath down his shaft, my mind swirled with thoughts of how long I’d waited for this moment, and how I’d started to wonder if it’d ever happen at all. But now, it was finally time—and I felt so happy with who I’d chosen to share this moment with.
Dakota’s eyes met mine, and I smiled at him, though I couldn’t hide the nervousness that tinged it. I cringed internally, hoping Dakota wouldn’t second-guess my readiness. My heart raced, yes, but it wasn’t out of fear or hesitation. It was simply a big moment in my life, and the culmination of all the anticipation that had built up over time. I knew I was ready—and I wantedhimto know it, too.
Lying side-by-side, I pressed myself into him, the warmth of his chest against my face as I nestled against his rock-hard pecs. Dakota wrapped his arms around me and planted a sweet kiss onmy forehead. I worried he might feel like the need to be overly gentle with me, for fear of hurting the poor little virgin—but as I slowly eased onto my back, he knew exactly what to do with me. Rising to his knees, he firmly gripped my thighs with his hands, pulling my body across the silk sheets until I lay right beneath him.
Ooh,I thought, my heart jumping into my throat with a rush of excitement. He was so strong and confident—I loved it when he demonstrated his strength and threw me around. It made me feel so utterly small and weak, like I totally belonged to him and his desires, but in the best way possible.
Dakota set his tip at my entry. His gorgeous green eyes searched mine for confirmation. I gave my answer with a nod. He pressed his mouth to mine and gently lowered himself, a thick and solid presence that gradually parted my folds.
He let out a low, satisfied grumble, his eyes rolling back with pleasure. “You’re so tight, Ottavia.”
“Do you like it?”
“God, yes.” A smile pulled at his lips. “You’re perfect.”
He sank more of his weight into me, the stretching sensation inside me quickly intensifying into a burn. I inhaled sharply—he was so big and thick, it hurt, just a little.
He noticed, a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Am I hurting you?”
I frowned. “Just a little … sorry …”
He shook his head, his voice filled with reassurance. “No, don’t apologize. Please let me know if it hurts. I don’t want to hurt you, okay? We’ll take it slow.”
Our lips embraced, letting me acclimate to his size. The softness of his plump lips alone had the power to open me, and soon the burning inside me began to wane. From its ashes arose a sensation of the most pleasant fullness, igniting a deeper yearning to be filled.
“Try again,” I whispered.
He began to withdraw, and I instinctively tightened my muscles, causing us both to groan and gasp in tortured bliss as he pulled out. Slowly, he eased in again, gliding into my soaking-wet entry. Going deeper, he rocked his hips from side to side, widening me with his big dick … until I got too tight, and he had to back out again.
