Page 107 of I Knew You
“I know virginity is a social concept used to advance the patriarchy or whatever, but damn, Julianna. Do you know how possessive I feel right now? To know I’ll be the first to be inside your perfect pussy?” He shook his head, a sudden smile playing across his lips, eyes shining.
Something inside me flipped, and I reached up and pulled him down to me again.
“Please, Bram, be my first,” I whispered, my tone teasing, and his hooded eyes and his solid cock between my legs gave me all the confirmation I needed that my feigned innocence was a turn-on for him.
He lined up against me, his hard dick meeting my clit. He slid once, twice, and three times over the sensitive spot, making himself wet. My heart raced even faster as his hand went down, exploring me.
I trusted Bram. I wasn’t scared he’d do anything I didn’t want. But I would be lying if I said the unknown wasn’t affecting me. I hid my thoughts as I felt the tip of him breach my opening. He was so thick and hard, but I was drenched and ready to take him. I could feel the stretch and pinch as he began to slip inside.
“We’ve gotta loosen you up,” he encouraged, using his low voice near my ear as a soothing balm. “You’ve got to relax for me.”
I shook my head slightly, panicking a little. “It’s too much.”
But Bram, who cherished my heart, moved his lips along my face and down my collarbone, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake. I was beginning to fall into the sensations when he moved inside me another inch. “Do not worry. You can take me. You were made for me, sweets.”
I felt a stronger pinch between my legs, but I gave in to his ministrations, encouraged by his words. I realized this first time wasn’t going so bad, but other fears crowded my mind.
“How can I help? Am I doing this right? Do I feel good for you? I just?—”
“The first time I wanted you, I was sixteen,” he interrupted, looking down into my eyes. “You were wearing white jean shorts and one of those tie-dyed T-shirts, carrying a stack of textbooks.” He made a little progress inside me, ever so slightly, and I didn’t fight it, letting his words and voice soothe me into submission. “I’d never noticed your body like I did that day. It was the way your thighs moved when you walked, the way your breasts filled out that t-shirt. I got hard right there in the living room, just watching you move.” He pushed in a little more, and it hurt a little, so I squeezed my eyes shut. He smoothed my dampening hair away from my face, putting his forehead to mine, his hips thrusting slightly. “You were so fucking beautiful with your long, dark hair and perfect smile.” I opened my eyes to see him watching my facelike I was a treasure. “You were like some ethereal being I couldn’t touch, but I wanted to so much. Like forbidden fruit.”
He moved in a little more. I clung to him, urging him on.
“When I read how much you wanted me in those journal pages, I knew I would never be the same. I would never be satisfied until I had you.” Bram suddenly thrust inside me to the hilt. He kissed me hard, silencing my gasp, and I melted into him.
He pulled back slightly and looked down at me, a bit of worry etched in his features.
“I’m fine,” I breathed out, reassuring him with a little grin.
He nodded, his teeth gritting together. Was this painful for him? I watched as sweat beaded on his forehead.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
He waited a few seconds before speaking. “I’m trying to let you acclimate to me,” he explained, his words clipped.
I bit my lip. “Do I feel…”
“Amazing. So fucking incredible. I can’t…I’m so sorry. I’ve got to move, love.”
I nodded, the initial, uncomfortable pinch subsiding, and I watched with awe as he slowly slid in and out of me. Each movement was slicker and more manageable, and the friction between us increased, creating a delicious wave of need inside my body. I homed in on how my muscles were taking him in so effortlessly, until everything felt like it wasn’t working against us anymore.
The satisfaction on his face made me feel empowered. His movements were still steady, but were growing increasingly desperate. “Julianna, you’re so tight. You feel so fucking good,” he moaned.
I preened under his praise. Something sparked inside me, and he must have caught on to what his words did to me because he didn’t stop. “You’re perfect.” He kissed my neck,then buried his head in my shoulder. “I knew it would be perfect. To know I almost missed you…”
Tears gathered in my eyes.
We’d almost missed this.
I didn’t want anyone else to have this part of me. I had wanted it to be him, and I wanted it only ever to be him.
“Only ever you, I promise,” I whispered, even if the words didn’t make sense to him. He didn’t question, but kissed my neck as his movements picked up speed.
I moved right along with him. I lifted my hips slightly, digging my fingers into his back and feeling his muscles tighten as he worked harder. His face moved to meet mine, and our heavy breaths mingled, our lips millimeters away from each other. I could hear the obscene sounds our bodies made with every thrust, and I drowned in the view I had of watching this beautiful man unravel above me.
“Holy—” I gasped, unable to finish my expression, feeling something new running through my body. I’d had many self-induced orgasms in my life, so I knew this was the beginning of my body building up for it.
Yet he was so far ahead of me, his movements erratic.
