Page 59 of All Your Firsts Without Me

“You’re hot,” I tell him.

He laughs, “Back at you.”

My eyes drop down his chest, then follow the line of hair that runs from his bellybutton to his…oh my god.Westin reaches over and grabs my hand, dragging it to his lap. When my fingers wrap around him, he groans. It’s the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever heard. He guides my hand up and down. He’s so smooth, so hard.

He leans forward and captures my lips with his. He kisses me like I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It makes me feel good. Powerful. Suddenly, he halts my movement. He pulls away panting. “We need to slow down. It’s not going to take much.”

Oh.

He pushes me back gently on the bed, his mouth, and hands roam over every inch of my body.

I’m not sure why he was so insecure. He’s perfect. Sure, he has a few scars over his legs, and he’s missing his left one from the knee down, but it makes him, him. I’m quickly falling in love with his body… with his mind, his soul.

When he slips a finger inside of me, I arch off the bed.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers in my ear.

I grab his face in my hands, pulling him close until our noses touch. “I need you.”

He grabs a condom from his bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth. My heart beats faster and faster as he kneels between my legs. This is it. My first time. I could have lived forever without knowing what it feels like to have a man inside of me but now I think I’ll die without it.

He slides over me, settling between my legs. “I want you to know that I love you, April.”

I close my eyes taking in his words. He loves me. He loves me.He loves me.When he bumps against me, my eyes fly open.

“Is… I mean… is this okay?” he asks, his eyes scouring my face.

Lifting my hips, I glide myself over his length, making him hiss in pleasure.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” I whisper over his lips, grinding against him.

Our breathing picks up, our movements become jerky with impatience. He raises up and drops his hand, giving himself a few long strokes before lining us up. His eyes meet mine right before he slowly slides himself in.

Oh, oh, holy mother.This is… shit, he’s so warm. So, incredibly warm. This is better than I could have imagined.

Once he is deep inside me, he holds himself perfectly still, letting me adjust. “You okay?”

I nod, tears streaming out the corner of my eyes. “You’re so warm,” I breathe out, still amazed by the sensation of it all.

“So are you.” His mouth cocks up on one side, giving me that boyish grin. “You feel so good, April. I’ve dreamt about this, but it was nothing like the real thing.”

He moves his hips at a torturously slow pace. “I want to live here,” he says possessively as he rocks against me, bottoming out.

Westin makes love to me like I’mhisfirst. He takes his time, closing his eyes, leaning his head back. I imprint the image in my mind. “Westin,” I moan. I need something more. More. More.

He picks up his pace. Harder. Faster. He makes love tome with abandon. Letting go of all his insecurities.

“Westin, I’m… oh, god, I’m…” I let out something between a grunt and a groan as my body tenses before letting go. My mouth falls open and my head tips back as I ride the waves of pleasure.

When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me with so much emotion, my heart swells to double its size. We are one and it feels so right. All my doubts fall away like feathers on the wind. They float over us and disappear into the heavens.

Every muscle in his body strains as I watch in awe. I’ve never seen a man come before and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His head falls forward, resting in the crook of my neck. He breathes hard as his body relaxes against mine.

I wrap my arms around him. I’m never letting him go. It feels so good to be loved again. I didn’t realize until now how much I’ve missed having a connection to someone. Westin and I just work. We just are. It’s so hard to explain. I feel like we were meant to be. How is that possible?

“You okay,” he says, not lifting his head. His voice vibrates against me, giving me a little thrill.

“I’m great,” I reply, running my nails lightly over his back.

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