Page 77 of Mistaken Intention

“This.” I find her entrance, holding still, with just the tip of my dick inside her. “I’m sorry, baby. This is gonna hurt.” She raises her right hand, resting her palm on my chest to get my attention. It works and I move my other hand down beside her head, then lower myself to my elbows. “What’s wrong? Do you wanna stop?”

“No. I—I just need to ask a question.”

“Okay.”

“When you said this is gonna hurt, was that a memory?”

“No.”

“Then how do you know it’ll hurt?”

“In the same way I knew just now when I was about to come. It’s no different to knowing when I need to eat, or drink, or sleep. It’s just instinct.”

“So you don’t know if you’ve ever done this before?”

“Done what?”

“Had sex with a virgin.”

I lean a little closer and dust my lips over hers. “To be honest, I can’t tell you either way. I don’t remember… and I don’t care.”

“You don’t?”

“No. Because we’re not having sex.”

She looks utterly bewildered. “We’re not?”

“No.”

She frowns. “What are you doing to me, then?”

“I’m making love with you. There’s a difference.”

“And how do you know that?” she says. “Have you made love before… as opposed to having sex, I mean?”

“I don’t know, and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. Whatever secrets my past holds, they mean nothing… and you mean everything. Absolutely everything.” I cradle her head in my hands as she blinks up at me, and I can’t hold back any longer. “I love you, Josie.” She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out and her eyes fill with tears, which even I know isn’t the best reaction to what I’ve just said. “It’s okay, baby. I know it’s early days to be saying things like that, and I don’t expect you to feel the same way.”

She puts her arms around my neck, pulling me down, our tongues meeting before our lips mold together. She’s not ready to say the words, and that’s okay. It’s enough that she knows how I feel… that this isn’t just about want and need. It’s more than that.

She rolls her hips, her natural instincts getting the better of her natural reserve and, holding her tight, I push all the way inside her, swallowing her cry. I wait, absolutely still, other than my lips sweeping over hers, my tongue occasionally dipping, tasting.

Eventually, curiosity gets the better of me, and I break the kiss, leaning up, and looking down at her. She’s smiling, her cheeks flushed, her eyes a little glazed.

“Okay?”

She nods. “It stretches.”

“Has the pain stopped?”

I feel her muscles clench along the length of my cock, like she’s checking. “Yes.”

“And the stretch? How does that feel? It’s not too much?”

“No. I like it.” I smile and pull back out of her, almost all the way, then slide back in again. She sighs, bringing her legs up higher, gasping as I go a little deeper on the next stroke, and the next. “That’s so good, Drew…”

She raises her hands, clinging to my shoulders, her body writhing, twisting, craving more. She’s like the tide, ebbing and flowing, alternating between breathless need and soft inquisitive desire. I can feel her washing over me, the depth of my emotions catching me unaware, a lump forming in my throat as I watch her uncoil, sense the building surge within her.

I don’t know if this is the kind of lover I used to be. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this connected before. But this is who I want to be with Josie.

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