Page 93 of Friends Don't Kiss

“I need you to come inside me,” I say, almost begging.

Another pulse inside me, and he groans. Then he dips his face to my neck and suckles on the tender skin, making me arch my back. “Mmm,” I moan.

He kneads my nipple between two fingers and trails kisses up to my ear. My hips start rocking on their own, and Colton begins to move inside me. “Tell me how this feels,” he says.

“It feels awesome,” I whisper.

“Any pain?”

“No,” I lie.

He stops moving. “Kiara.”

“M-hm?”

“I don’t want you to ever fake an orgasm.”

“I didn’t fake—”

“I also don’t want you to ever tell me you’re okay when you’re not.”

“I’m okay,” I say, and do the heel-in-his-butt thing to get him back on track.

He starts moving again.Thank god.“You said you didn’t have pain and that’s not just not true.” I’m about to sayHow can you tell?when he adds, “Your pain line right there is showing,” he says, tracing some place between my eyebrows.

“I didn’t fake the orgasm,” I say, changing the topic.

“Oh, I know.” He starts moving inside me in a way that’s absolutely glorious. Deep, slow strokes. The pain is now a pinching, pleasure taking over. He looks down at our joined sexes, then groans and cups my whole body in his arms, bringing us closer still, burrowing his face in my neck.

His body vibrates with constrained energy, then he lifts his head off me to look me in the eye while his warmth fills me. Whispering my name, he cups my face. “Are you alright?” he asks, like he’s worried about something.

“Colt, I’m not gonna break,” I tell him. I might, but the feeling of inadequacy is seeping back inside. He hasn’t been with anyone in a year, and now he needs to be careful because I’m—was—a virgin. I might lack experience, but I’m well read. I know how these things are supposed to go, the first time. A man like Colt, he would probably have—

“Get out of your head, sweetness. Swear to god, best sex ever.”

I huff. “I didn’t do anything, and you’re afraid you’ll hurt me.”

He pushes himself up on his forearms, his body hovering over mine, his cock slowly sliding out. His gaze roams my face. “I got to taste your entire body for the first time, feel you shake under me for the first time, lick your neck for the first time, hear you say my name in a tone I’ve never heard before, feel your nails dig into my shoulders for the first time, find out there’s a good chance that for the rest of our lives you’re gonna be using your heels to bring me into you. So yeah, best fucking sex ever, sweetness.” He leans over, kissing me softly while I fight the tears of happiness that threaten to spill over.

These are the sweetest, deepest words he could tell me right now, but it isn’t going to do. “Colt?”

His lazy gaze roams my face, two fingers pushing my hair off my forehead. “Yeah?”

I narrow my eyes on him. “I’m still a virgin.”

Confusion spreads on his face. He frowns, and smirks, waiting for more.

I run my nails on his shoulders. “I’m a virgin until you come inside me and that’s it.” Locking my heels on his butt (I’ve been paying attention to what he said), I yank him in. “No discussion,” I whisper.

He groans and bucks his hips slightly. “Fuck but I love your bossiness, sweets.” He enters me in one stroke, making me flinch, pleasure and soreness deliciously mixed.

“You asked for it,” he grunts as he picks up the pace only slightly.

“That’s all you got?” I tease him, tugging him deeper inside me. He was right. Hedoesfit. And being full with his heavy length is the best feeling ever.

“Saving you for later,” he whispers with hooded eyelids.

I slide my nails down his back, to his ass, and back up.

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