Page 31 of My First and Only Crush

“I can feel you,” she moans. “That feels so good.”

“Touch your clit for me. Show me how your play with yourself.”

Her hand slides from her belly, over her mound, to her puffy and slick pussy.

Her careful little rubbing gesture floods me with a new, protective heat. It’s gorgeous and innocent, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her touches make her back arch, makes her cunt clamp down on me, and I’m there, suddenly, on the precipice.

“Come with me inside you,” I grind out. “Let me feel how good it feels when I fuck you.”

She shatters and I hunch over her, loving her, fucking her, pleasing her as she pulls me into my own release. My hips snap forward one last time and my balls pull tight, my whole body throbbing.

Never in any of my latest nights, my tight one-handed imaginings of how good Sin would feel wrapped around me, did I ever think I’d one day know incredible it is to spill my seed into her, our skin slicking together, her cradled beneath me.

Tonight is a gift. The rarest of celebrations.

In the aftermath, I realize I’m twice her size, and probably fucking heavy.

I push up, to lift off her, and she protests. “Don’t pull out,” she slurs. “Feels good.”

I roll my hips forward, keeping her stuffed. “Okay, baby.”

The absolute stillness of the moments that follow will stay with me forever. Everything that is not Sinclaire Rosehill being a soft, boneless puddle fades away into nothingness, and we’re just two bodies so close we could be one.

“I want to do it again,” she whispers, breaking the silence. “Soon.”

My cock pulses inside her, but yeah, no, we’re going to need a minute. “We’ll do that all night,” I promise, relying on hyperbole. “And we’re gonna do it tomorrow, and the day after, and every day after that.”

Her mouth finds mine, kissing me. Eager, fresh. But also with more knowledge now. She kisses me like I fucked her. Her tongue thrusting into my mouth, demanding pleasure.

And then our kisses slow. Her fingers find mine, curling around my hand, holding on tight.

When I finally slip from her, there’s blood on my cock and a pink tinge to the mix of our cream that pools at her entrance.

She squirms as I trace her tender, taken flesh.

“Shower,” I grunt. That’s all I can manage around the unexpected lump in my throat.

I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. Under the steamy spray, the size difference between us seems more extreme than before. She’s just a little slip of a girl, soft and smooth everywhere, and I’m a big brute with tree trunk thighs and a torso wrapped in layers of muscle and a solid belly, too, all covered in hair that’s more pronounced when wet.

I’m a beast of a man, and the proof that I just took her virginity is all over my cock.

I don’t ever want to wash it off, but as soon as she’s under the water, Sin is reaching for the soap.

“Mmm,” she says happily. “I love the soap you use. Love how it smells on your skin.”

Jesus. I’ll shower ten times a day for her, then.

She rubs her hands together, sudsing up a lather, then strokes them over my chest. I hold still as she circles my nipples, then runs her fingers down my belly and into the dark trail leading to my cock.

“I should wash you,” I say thickly. “Please.”

She lifts her face and gives me a soft smile. “Okay.”

I take the soap and do the same as she did, lathering up my hands, then carefully washing her limbs, her breasts and belly.

And then, with the shower head, I carefully rinse between her legs, crouching at her feet like the loving servant I want to be for the rest of our days.

When I’m finished, I press my face to the grown-up curls decorating her mound and give her a kiss as she giggles.

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