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I was nervous now, but I let out a slow breath and nodded before pressing my ear to his chest. “Um. I haven’t…you know.”
He waited a second, then said, “I don’t know, sweetheart.”
Oh god, was he going to keep calling me that? I sat up. “Um. An…an enema? I read that it was best if you?—”
“Ah. No. I mean, yes. It can make it less potentially messy, but it’s not necessary. We’ll be fine.”
But…what if I shit a little? I would never, ever, ever get over that mortification. I would never have sex again. But he seemed confident. It was catching, and I lay back down against him and let his hands soothe me again until I was fully relaxed.
The moment I was boneless, I heard the click of the lube cap and tensed up again.
“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Just breathe. Feel it. Enjoy it. I’m going to make it so fucking good for you.”
God, why did I believe this stranger in ways I had never believed anyone else in my life?
Chapter Six
Quinn
Somethingabout the weight of him on my thighs was soothing in ways I had never expected to feel. I’d done this with strangers more times than I really wanted to think about—which wasn’t to say it was a lot, but it was enough. And yet, no one—not even people I thought I was half in love with—made me feel this way. Not even the man I’d once married.
It was something about the trust he put in me—the way his wide eyes never quite met mine yet locked on a freckle or a mole or a scar and held there like I was his ballast. Like I was the person giving him everything he wanted.
The power would get to my head if I wasn’t careful with it, and the only thing that mattered right now was making sure that this moment—this final act of giving himself to another person—was one of the best memories he ever had.
My first time was…not.
I wanted his to be different.
“Lean your chest against me,” I said, shifting my leg so I could take the rest of his weight.
He hummed softly as he obeyed, his skin impossibly warm, his cock hard as it dug into my lower stomach. I cupped his assand urged him to rock forward, to chase how good it felt, and he did. He moved like flowing water, responsive to every touch.
God, the thought of watching him on the ice was almost too much. I’d never be able to go to a game after this. I’d have to watch him from the privacy of my future living room with my dick in my hand.
“Good,” I murmured softly. “Such a sweet thing.”
He shivered and pulled back, swallowing thickly as his gaze roamed my face. “Am I?”
“You have no idea.” Gripping the back of his hair with one hand, I slammed his mouth against mine as my freshly lubed fingers found the crack of his ass. I skimmed a touch down the center, pressing against his hole with tiny little pumps until the muscle relaxed and he took one in.
He grunted into the kiss, ripping his mouth away with a gasp, and he buried his face in my neck. “Oh god, oh god. It feels so good I—I can’t.Hnngg.” I heard the stutter in his voice, and I knew he was losing his words.
“That’s right. Take it, sweetness. Take my fingers. Let me make it good for you.” I pushed in a little further, then pulled out and added a second one. I could tell he liked that better—the pressure of it, the fullness. He was restless on my lap, whimpering and moaning and fucking the tip of his wet cock against my pelvis.
If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come just like this.
“Come here,” I told him, easing him back. I shifted a bit lower, then adjusted him while I grabbed the condom and stared at him as I rolled it on me. His eyes moved around like he couldn’t bring himself to focus on one thing, and yet all of his attention was on me.
“I’m gonna fuck you open instead of fingering you, okay?” I could tell from the way he responded to being stretched he’d enjoy this more.
He nodded, biting his lower lip, making another humming noise I’d started to recognize as his version of yes.
“I think you’ll like it better this way. But you’re going to have to ride me unless you want me to fuck you standing up, and I don’t think your legs will support you this first time around.”
His swallow caught in his throat with a loud click, and his breath left his lungs with a heavy tremble. He nodded, then lifted high onto his knees, presenting his ass to the rest of the room. I fought back a chuckle. It was hot and endearing, and the thought of giving this up was fucking gutting.
But he wasn’t mine to keep. Only this moment was—this experience. I would keep something precious of his with me forever, and that would have to be enough.
