Page 14 of My Brooding Valentine

“Extra sensitive,” she read.

She wore a smile as she tore open the packet and removed the ring inside. Seconds later, I was speechless as she rolled it all the way to the base, her gaze locking with mine in the process. And that was the part that turned me on the most.

“I’m ready,” she said once the condom was fully in place.

She sucked in a breath, making it clear she was bracing herself for some pain. It would hurt. There was no getting around that. But my goal was to make it less painful than she expected…and then to give her the most pleasure she’d ever experienced. Over and over again.

“Tell me when it hurts,” I said.

She nodded, eyes wide as she looked up at me. And that was when it hit me. She trusted me. She trusted me to get her through this and to not hurt her—emotionally or physically. I’d do everything I could to honor that trust.

She said nothing, but I’d barely gotten inside her when a wince briefly passed over her features and she closed her eyes, as though forcing herself to get through the pain. I pulled back, realizing for the first time that seeing her in pain was worse than being in pain myself. And I’d had a bullet in my body, so that was saying a lot.

Her eyes popped open again. “Don’t stop,” she said. “It’s fine.”

I didn’t buy that, but she had her hands on my ass and was pushing me inside her. That was when I remembered my plan. As she urged me in deeper, I moved my hand between us. Her eyes widened as my thumb made contact with her clit, tracing a path similar to the one my tongue had taken minutes earlier.

“Focus on how good it feels,” I said. “That’ll help with the pain.”

That wasn’t a proven fact that I knew of. I was taking a shot in the dark. But it sure seemed a lot better than anything else I could do right now.

Within a few minutes, her hands dropped to her sides and her eyelids became droopy—a sign that she was warming up.

I gradually went deeper, but not too deep. This first time was all about easing her into it.

“That feels good,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t believe she was mine. Maybe she wasn’t yet, but hopefully she would be soon, and I’d devote every day of the rest of my life to making her happy.

When she tilted her head back, I knew an orgasm was near. I didn’t want to do anything to get in the way of it, so I kept up what I was doing, not changing anything about my pattern or speed. Her lips parted and her breaths became heavier, those beautiful tits rising and falling, making me long to touch them.

When she cried out, her body convulsing around me, I was already on the brink, but that put me over the edge. I had to hold myself back from pumping deep into her, but I still moved fast, my thrusts driving me upward until finally I cried out as the most incredible orgasm of my life overtook me.

Holy fuck, if this was a sign of what sex would be like moving forward with this woman, I could only ask one question.

“Where have you been all my life?”

7

HAILEY

Iwoke up with a smile on my face. It took me a second to remember where I was as I scanned Sawyer’s bedroom.

It helped that this wasn’t the first time I’d woken up this morning. In fact, he kissed me awake around eight and we made love—two orgasms for me and one for him—before falling back to sleep in each other’s arms.

But now, when I looked to my left, his head wasn’t on the pillow next to me. I was all alone in the bed.

I sat up and looked around. I even sniffed for hints of breakfast in the air, thinking that maybe he’d gotten up to cook.

I blinked several times, remembering I’d slept with my contact lenses in, and my vision gradually cleared enough so I could make out the numbers on the digital clock next to his side of the bed. What I saw had me blinking a half dozen more times.

“Holy fuck,” I said. “That’s not possible.”

I threw back the sheets and walked around the bed, snatching up the throw he’d dropped to the floor at some point last night. I wrapped it around myself and glanced at the blinds. Yes, that was definitely sunlight. It was 1:20 in the afternoon. It wasn’t even morning anymore.

I walked through the doorway out into the living room. No sign of Sawyer. I even checked the bathroom. When I entered the kitchen, I found a note on the coffeemaker.

Went to town to get supplies. Be back shortly.

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