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“I really want to move.” He winces. “But I won’t until you’re ready, okay?”

I nod, licking my lips and finally managing a soft whisper. “I’m ready.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just… go slow.”

A cute look of concentration crosses his face as he eases back, then slowly moves inside me again. My breath catches and he stops.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

So he does it again, moving with a little more confidence. A warm sensation travels through me, and I can’t help a soft smile. This is starting to feel good. When he moves again, I find his rhythm and match it, gently rocking my hips so we meet in the middle.

He groans and I relish the sound, loving the way this is affecting him. Pressing my lip to his shoulder, I do it again, rocking with him and letting out a whimper when this wondrous sensation starts flooding my body.

“You feel good,” I manage to whisper.

“So do you,” he moans. “So fucking good.”

Picking up his pace, he thrusts a couple more times, then starts to grunt and groan.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” His voice quakes, his breath kissing my cheek. “I’m coming already. You feel… so… good… I’m—” Another grunt overtakes him, and he jerks on top of me, his butt cheeks clenching as he buries himself, then pulls back and buries himself again.

I cry out along with him, the sensation so new and overwhelming that all I can do is cling to him.

He nuzzles his mouth into the crook of my neck and peppers kisses on my skin before working his way up to my lips. We’re both out of breath and reeling. I feel like I could fly.

Sure there was pain, but that finish was…

I shake my head, my smile no doubt the picture of awe and wonderment.

“That was…,” I rasp.

“I know.” He pulls up on his elbows and gazes down at me. His eyes are so warm with affection, my heart is pulsing with a beat just for him.

I want to tell him I love him again, but is that too much? Too desperate? Too needy? Too?—

“I love you.” He brushes his lips against mine. “That was epic, and I love you.” He starts to laugh, then lifts himself higher and shouts, “That was epic!”

I giggle, running my fingers down his naked chest and loving him with everything.

I’m so grateful he was my first.

I want him to be my last too.

I only ever want his hands on me, his lips, his taste… and I only ever want him inside me.

A thrill buzzes through me as I gaze up at him, reliving our epic encounter and suddenly realizing that?—

Oh shit.

We didn’t use protection.

CHAPTER 18

ZANDER

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