Page 100 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“If it’s the size of a baby’s arm, run. You’re not ready for that,” Harley told me recently.
Base takes his time, and I continue to gawk. It’s not the size of Isa’s arm—which seems entirely inappropriate to use as a scale—so I don’t have to run.
“If it’s a small penis, just enjoy the easy ride for your first time. Your vagina has a blank slate,” Bella said on April fourth of last year when the topic came up.
I definitely don’t think his is small, and I’m questioning everything about my body. I don’t think she helped at all, because my confidence is quickly waning now.
My surveying is brought to an abrupt halt when the condom-covered penis starts moving toward me.
A hand at my chest shoves me back down on the bed, and my eyes finally detach from the perfectly sized penis as he pulls the covers back and starts kissing me again.
My legs spread as he works his hips between them, and my body stays rigid as he starts kissing his way down my neck again. I magically forget what’s going on because he’s really good at that.
…Until he starts working his way inside me, the blunt head of that perfectly sized penis now seeming much bigger as his lips fuse back to mine.
My body rocks on instinct, because it feels so good as he starts slipping in, stretching me in all the right ways as he slides in and—
His hips thrust quickly, and he shoves all the way inside me without warning, causing my breath to hitch in surprise. There’s a small pinch of pain, much less than expected, but it is…uncomfortable.
“Everything I read said it was better not to let you get tense before doing that,” he says against my cheek, lips moving up to my ear. “And to wait until you’re ready before continuing.”
The discomfort starts to ebb quickly as an odd sense of heat floods my body, and I turn so that our lips brush.
He gently cups my cheek, his thumb gently moving across my lips as those really pretty eyes stare into mine. It feels too intimate, but at the same time, it would be terrible to look away.
“You read tutorials on taking someone’s virginity?”
At his small grin, I kiss him hard, feeling the heat roll around my body as I get really turned on. I know that wasn’t supposed to be dirty talk—I’ve been graphically educated on that subject matter. But it’s possibly the most erotic thing he’s ever said to me.
He groans into my mouth, and his body moves, pulling back and pushing forward again in a way that has my legs spreading wider as the heat only continues to build.
It’s a slight tinge of pain mixed with a desperate sort of need.
It feels as though I’m being consumed in physically impossible ways, urgently clinging to keep him as close as possible. He moves slow, but very deliberately, and I have no choice but to break the kiss to pant for air.
His thrusts get just a little more aggressive, and his body keeps the perfect pressure and friction right where I need it with each downward stroke.
Each time I’m forced to climb higher on the bed, he comes with me. His eyes lock on mine seconds before I’m forced to squeeze them shut, because another, less-powerful-but-still-very-perfect orgasm crashes through me.
My entire body becomes limp as my arms lazily wind around his neck, still wanting him as close as possible as his thrusts grow more insistent.
“Shit,” he says on a rasp just before his hips still, while I float back down to my body, everything on me tingling.
It’s so quiet throughout the entire house, that all I can hear is our breaths as we both try to catch them.
His lips move along my shoulder as he slides a hand up my thigh. I could lay like this for hours. Just him inside me and—
He abruptly pulls out, and I feel an odd sense of abandonment as he stands and glances over his shoulder, smirking at me.
“You sure you want this emotionless? If so, this is the part where I should leave.”
My mouth opens and closes a few times. Finally, my words come out.
“But all your stuff is in the other bedroom.”
“I can get rid of it,” he assures me.
I blink a few times, not really sure what to say. I’m not done having sex.
