Page 138 of Steeling Her
“You got that right, but are you sure? Are you sure you’re one hun—”
“I’m sure,” I cut him off. I should probably stop doing that because he’s going to get annoyed at me. “I’m sure,” I state once more, this time more confidently.
“Alright. If it’s too much, you can just say so and I’ll stop. I don’t know how I will be able to, but I will,” he jokes and reaches across my body to get something. I can hear his drawer opening and a rustle of something. Grabbing what he needed, he plants it between his teeth and closes the drawer again. A condom.
Then I start to freak. This is actually happening. I went from being alright with it to having an internal panic attack.Oh, fuck.
“Woah, woah, woah! Whats wrong?” Now he’s panicking. I can see the alarm bells ringing in his eyes, the ones I set off.
“I-I . . . Is it going to hurt? I don’t want to be hurt. I have no idea what I’m fucking doing! Do you go on top or do I? Oh God . . . I don’t even know if I shaved down there . . . SHIT! Oh my God, I’m a walking embarras—” He covers my mouth to stop me from rambling. All of these thoughts I didn’t have before are now running through my head. I know that this is probably going to hurt like a bitch.
“Okay, Carter, look at me. Hey, look at me.” He leads my face around to meet his intense, sultry gaze. I can hear my own heart pumping in my body and I’m wondering if he can hear it or feel it too. “I’m not going to lie, it will most likely hurt for a little bit. I’m clearly not a girl, so I have no idea what it’s like on that end, but I will be gentle if you want to continue with this. The first few seconds will be a little sore, but after that you will feel the feeling you had when I went down on you.
“I will be on top, but in the future, you can take the reins if you’d like. I do love a girl on top.” He winks. I giggle and roll my eyes at him and his cheekiness. I like knowing what I’m getting involved in beforehand or else I’ll freak out; like what I’m doing right now, only it’s happening during the activity. “You don’t need to know what you’re doing. I’m going to show you what to do. And yes, you did shave down there. You just need to relax and let me do all the work. The girl comes first, in every sense.”
He smirks and rips the foil with his teeth. “I’m going to ask again, are you sure you want to do this?” He triple checks with me. I take a deep breath and nod multiple times, demonstrating that I’m fine now.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m ready,” I assure him and myself. I am ready for this. I am ready for this.
He smiles tenderly and kisses me delicately on my lips. Not once, but twice. I didn’t even notice he had already put the condom on.Damn, he’s a pro at this.
“I’m not going to be good at this. I won’t be like those other girls you’ve—” He cuts me off by kissing me again, consuming my mouth at once.
“I don’t want . . . you to . . . be like . . . those other . . . girls, Carter. I want . . . you . . . to . . . be . . . you,” he whispers after each kiss he gives me. I melt beneath him and almost lose myself in his lips. The tender kisses he’s giving is making me drift into a different dimension.
Each kiss tells me a little more about him. That he’s a soft man on the inside despite his hard exterior; that he’s actually a romantic guy; that he’s sweet and caring about to the people he lets in; that he’s loyal and considerate of others. He puts the girl first, in all aspects.
It wasn’t his words telling me to believe him, it was his actions. Then again, the only thing he didn’t put first was a girl’s emotions. From those past hook-ups. He only does with me, and I can’t help but feel giddy inside with that thought.
“Because this is your first time, it will be uncomfortable, but you need to relax into this. Okay?” He kisses my forehead to calm me down. I try to relax my muscles while I can feel the calloused hands on my waist, pulling the jersey upwards. “I want to take this off. Is that alright?” he asks me first, referring to the jersey he had given me moments ago. I nod. “I need you to put your hands over your head,” he orders me gently and I do follow. I rest my hands up above my head and he pulls the soft material over my eyes. I can hear him growl back.
Feeling his hot mouth on one of my breasts makes me gasp at the sensual touch. His tongue rims around my pink nipple that’s erect and is demanding him. Simultaneously, he lifts the jersey away from my skin and throws it onto the floor below us. Climbing his mouth back up to mine, we lock our mouths together and move them in sync with one another, tongues swirling in the heat of our desire for one another. I know he wants this just as much as I do, perhaps even a little more.
He pokes my entrance and he doesn’t stop kissing me. I try not to focus on the potential pain and focus on him. Slow nudging himself in, I can now feel him inside of me. It feels full and pressured. Although I’m feeling this, he keeps pushing himself inside. I whimper now that I’m feeling that pinch. He pulls back and wipes a tear that leaks from my eye. I didn’t even realize it was there.
“I know, baby, I know,” he coos in my ear. Sliding himself back out of my entrance, he pushes back in. There it is again, only this time, it’s a lot stronger.This really does hurt like a bitch.
I whimper again with another thrust, and I can feel the rush of something within me. The pain peaking with his next thrust, I grip onto his shoulders with all I have and squeeze my eyes shut. He’s whispering sweet words to me about not wanting to hurt me.
With the next soft penetration, it dies down. Until he hits it again and again, then it’s gone. I can’t feel any pain but the pure fullness of him inside of me. I know my channel is tight because nobody has dared to enter my chamber of secrets. He’s the first.
When he thrusts again, I can feel the heavenly feeling I experienced when he went down on me. The surge of electricity charges my body, awakening it to feel the pleasures that it will create.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he moans to me with the next slow stroke. He gives a more powerful one to make that feeling inside me more concentrated. That sensation has me moaning breathlessly.
He hides his head in my neck, running his tongue along the shaft of it. I grip the back of his soft hair encouraging him to keep doing that. It sends a shiver down my spine and to my core that is now completely full of Nick Jackson.
With his sexy moans mixed with mine, he keeps rubbing this spot inside of me, as if he knows he’s hitting the right spot. My G-spot, if I remember correctly from Sex Ed. With every thrust, it sends me a burst of pleasure to my stomach, increasing that all too familiar knot that is getting bigger. I grip onto his shoulders like it’s going to support my senses.
“Fuck,” Nick moans and ravishes my mouth, letting us both moan into one another. He hikes both of my legs up, and I wrap them around his waist making him go that little bit deeper. He cups the part of my ass that’s available to him and squeezes it while he devours me.
The headboard is banging away above us in the quiet room and house. The entire bed shakes with the shrill of my voice when he brushes his tip over the one spot that’s making me see stars.
“Shit,” I pant when I can feel him picking up the pace a little more. It’s not uncomfortable anymore, it feels like a rush of joy filling my veins. “Oh my God!” I gasp when the headboard starts banging more frequently, indicating that he might be at the same stage as I am.
“Lift your hips up, Carter,” he instructs me and I do as I’m told. I angle my hips upward and feel the sense of pleasure I have felt before. This is so incredibly intense, I don’t know if I’ll be able to manage this for much longer.
“Holy fuck!” I scream from the pleasure I feel from the simple motion of adjusting the angle of my hips for him. His head rolls back momentarily before resuming his initial position.
