Page 73 of Worth the Chase

And with my okay, Matthew was moving inside of my body, a little at a time. The burning sensation was what I felt first, followed by some pain. He moved in and then out, and each time, it felt like it got easier and more slippery. By the time he was fully inside of me, the pain had subsided to a tolerable level, and it actually felt good.

“Are you okay?” He stopped moving, his breath hot on my face.

“Yes. Keep going,” I said as I pulled at his back, my nails digging into his flesh.

Instead of making some smart-ass remark, he stayed quiet and leaned down to kiss me. Our bodies moved together. We breathed in sync and kept kissing the entire time. Matthew made me feel safe.

“I’m real close. I’m sorry,” he apologized as soon as he broke our kiss.

I had no idea what he was sorry for. Before I could ask him, his body violently shook as his face tensed up. His shoulders tightened, and he started thrusting hard inside of me.

With one last rough push, my head hit the headboard, and an, “Ow,” escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“Shit, Bells. I’m sorry. I lost control at the end. Is your head okay?” His hand was now on the top of my head, holding it in place.

“I’m fine. I didn’t expect to get that,” I said as he pulled himself from me slowly and rolled over.

“I gotta get this cleaned up. I’ll be right back.” He shuffled off the bed, and he held his penis in his hand before he disappeared into the bathroom. “Are you sore?” he shouted.

I looked down and noticed a bit of blood on top of his comforter.

“I think I’m bleeding,” I said, and Matthew was by my side before I could say another word. “I’m sorry. Is it ruined?”

“Doesn’t matter, babe. Are you okay? Do you want some Advil?”

This attentive side of Matthew was so damn sweet. I found myself loving every second of it.

“Advil might be good.”

When he left the room, I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I realized in that moment how sore I actually was. It had hurt initially, but that pain disappeared pretty quickly and was replaced with other emotions. Now that I’d come down from the high of it all, the discomfort was settling in.

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

“You can come in.”

“I have your Advil and some water,” Matthew said as he stepped inside, wearing only his boxer-briefs.

I tossed the two pills he’d handed me into my mouth and finished off the entire glass of water as well. “Thanks.”

He reached for my hand and held it as he led me back to the bed. I searched in the discarded pile of clothes for my panties and slipped them on, wanting some sort of covering on my body like he had.

The comforter was gone, and another blanket was in its place. Matthew pulled back the covers, and I slipped inside. We lay side by side, facing each other as I waited for the Advil to kick in.

“So, that was sex, huh?” I asked, running my fingers along the barely there scruff on his face.

That thing that I’d been holding on to for so many years was finally over. I never had to think about the fact that I was still a virgin ever again. Because I wasn’t one anymore.

“It was,” he said before moving his lips to where my hand was and kissing my palm. “Wait. Did you not like it?”

I grinned as I stared right at him. “I don’t really have anything to compare it to,” I teased before adding, “I just heard so many horror stories about how bad first times could be. How anticlimactic. And how guys were two-pump chumps before it was all over.”

“I did not two-pump-chump you,” he said defensively.

My laughter filled the space between us. “You did not.”

His large arm reached for my body, and he pulled me onto his chest, holding me tight. I was hit with so many thoughts and feelings in that moment.

“I can feel your brain working, babe,” Matthew spoke the words against my head, his breath warm. “What are you thinking about?”

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