Page 51 of The First Best Man

And all of it couldn’t be any more perfect. Kate isabsolutelyperfect.

“Let go, Kate,” I say, using the same words I used when she was up on my shoulders during the pool chicken fight. “I’ve got you.”

Then she tenses beneath me, and the world stops spinning for an instant. Throwing her head back, she screams as her inner walls clamp down on my cock, choking it. Her vaginal muscles tense and release in rapid succession as she comes, and a sense of victory rolls through me.

I pump my hips faster, free to chase my own release while making Kate’s last as long as possible. My balls tighten a millisecond before the orgasm rockets through me. I grunt and drive deep before going still, my cock jerking inside her as I fill the condom.

Then I collapse atop her, careful to temper my weight as we both gasp for breath.

Holy shit.

That was…

I can’t even describe it. It was perfect. Incredible.

It waseverything.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Kate

Every bonein my body has melted. I’m on my back, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes while Tucker’s closeted himself away in the bathroom…presumably to dispose of the condom and wash up.

I feel like calling what we just shared areligious experiencedoesn’t do it justice. It was beyond description.

And I know how lucky I am, having Tucker be my first.

I overheard girls talking in the bathroom in high school. I know the first time for a girl can be a painful, messy, unsatisfactory experience. That it “gets better” with time and practice.

Could it possibly get any better than what I just experienced? I’m not so sure.

And I have Tucker to thank for that. I may have spent most of my adult life embarrassed over waitingso long to sleep with a man, but hell if Tucker wasn’t worth the wait.

He was patient and kind, made sure I was ready beyond a shadow of a doubt, then took his time and let me adjust to what was happening. And I’m not naïve. I saw and felt the tension in him. I know what it cost him to move so slowly and carefully.

But he was only concerned about me. About my comfort. My pleasure.

Like I said. Lucky.

The door opens, and Tucker reappears, looking like he’s sculpted from marble as he strides naked toward the bed. I drink him in as he approaches, his blue eyes shining in the sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains over the window.

He climbs into bed, laying on his side and pulling me toward him. I end up spooned in front of him, his arm looped over me and his lips pressing gentle kisses to my bare shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, his breath whispering across my skin.

“About?” I reply, keeping my tone light and teasing despite the flutter in my belly.

I know I have no reason to be embarrassed. After what we just shared, the intimacy involved, I should be able to discuss anything with him. Even my deepest fear––that it wasn’t as good for him as it was for me.

Tucker’s arm tightens around me as he says, “Don’t do that, Kate. Don’t deflect. Tell me how you feel about what just happened. I need to know if there’s anything you need. Anything I could’ve done differently.”

I can hear the uncertainty in his voice––which isridiculous––and I feel bad for letting my own insecurities make him question himself. Lifting his arm, I turn over onto my other side so we’re facing each other. Pressing a palm to his cheek, I stare right into his eyes as I speak.

“I was just thinking about how lucky I am it was you. You were perfect, Tucker. You made my first timeabsolutelyperfect. I’m just worried it wasn’t as good for you.”

His head flies up off the pillow so he can stare down at me with incredulous eyes. “Wasn’t as good? Are you crazy?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” I offer, my chest warming at his vehemence.

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