Page 56 of The First Time

Tears well up in my eyes as he slowly starts to pull out and slide back in. I’m overwhelmed by his admission. I’ve never done this with anyone, either. I’ve never trusted anyone before.

He kisses me slowly as he finds a rhythm. It’s slow, but that seems to give me the opportunity to really feel him inside of me. Every movement feels magnified at this pace. A hot tide of passion rages between us as he moves inside of me. His tongue dances with mine, his hand runs through my hair at the base of my scalp. It’s like an overload of feelings that are being expressed between us right now.

I’m not sure I’m ready to really analyze what our bodies are saying to each other. I run my hands from the top of his shoulders,all along the length of his back, until they reach his ass. I squeeze his cheeks and pull him all the way into me.

We both groan. Then he breaks our kiss, balancing on both hands and starts to fuck me a bit harder. It’s still a slow pace, but his thrusts are harder. My breasts bounce with the movement, and his eyes turn dark as he watches.

His chest and abs are on display. I drink in the sight, watching them flex each time he pushes inside of me.

We are both sweating, panting, a complete mess. It’s too intimate and intense for words.

I feel my body tense, my orgasm starting to build. He must sense that I’m almost there because he starts to fuck me hard until we are both screaming our own release. His eyes close as he jerks and pumps his own release inside of me. Then he falls down on top of me, panting in my ear as we both try to catch our breath.

I sigh with pleasant exhaustion. Josh pulls himself up and looks down at where our bodies are still connected.

“I’ve never done this before, so I don’t know if it’s about to just fall out of you when I pull out.”

The comment is so different from the mood that I actually crack up at how hilarious it is.

“What? What’s so funny?” he asks. “Was that a stupid question?”

I can’t control my hysterics as I try to answer him, shaking my head. “No, it’s not stupid. I don’t know either.”

“Come on,” he stands up quickly, then grabs my hand, dragging me out of his bed while I’m still laughing, “let’s get in the shower.”

As I walk, I feel some of his cum drip down my leg. Good thing he immediately turns his shower on. He steps in first to test the temperature before he motions for me to follow him in.

When I lift my leg to get in the shower, his eyes home in on something between my legs. I look down and realize he’s looking at his cum.

“I guess we have our answer,” I shrug and smile.

His broad shoulders are heaving as he breathes. I don’t know what is making him react like this. I can’t tell if he’s angry or turned on.

Then, in one forward motion, he has me pinned against the shower wall. I gasp in surprise.

“What are you doing?” I whisper as I grab onto his shoulders.

“I need you to tell me you’re mine, Freckles. My cum will be the only cum that ever leaks out of your tight pussy. Got it?”

He gathers his cum on my thigh with his finger and then pushes it back inside of me. His claiming me gives me a feeling of much more than sexual desire. Although my body is on fire, so is my heart.

“Got it,” I gasp as his fingers writhe inside of me.

“Say it. I want you to say the words.”

“I’m yours,” I say as our eyes hold onto each other’s.

“Good girl,” he says with a kiss to my forehead.

His lips graze over mine as he brings me to yet another orgasm before we clean up together in his shower.

After we dry off, he hands me the same clothes I borrowed for pajamas in Italy, clean, of course. I’m wringing out my hair in a towel.

“Crap, my hair is gonna turn into a beehive by the morning if I don’t brush it.”

He looks over at me after he pulls his shirt down. “Well, sorry to burst your bubble, Freckles, but you aren’t leaving here tonight. I haven’t been able to sleep half as good as I was in Italy without you next to me.”

“I haven’t had great sleep either,” I admit.

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