Page 36 of Meet Me in Montreal

He absolutely couldn’t fucking ruin this. He needed it to be good for her. If he got this wrong, that might be it for him. Failing this particular test could break him, permanently.

Their kissing was growing heavier, deeper, till sweet little moans were escaping her lips. They undressed each other quickly, laughing breathlessly as they draped the clothing ontoa corner chair. He might not know what it would be like to work her with his dick but based on their few sessions he did at least know what she needed to get started. She needed his mouth on her nipples sucking until they grew big and sensitive, then she needed that swollen bud tongued just right, until her thighs were shaking, and she called out her release.

“So far so good?” he asked, and she laughed, her skin gleaming in the soft light of her room.

“So far, really good.” The way her eyes shone at him made him tremble, and he rolled on the protection she handed him with fingers shaking so hard he nearly dropped it.

“I…um.” Santino swallowed hard, running his hand from her face down the slope of her breast, so full and tender to the touch. He was having a hard time forming words as her hand did the same, tracing the muscles of his chest and the veins of his arms. He hissed when she touched his cock, aching and throbbing for her. It stood straight at attention, a heat-seeking missile aiming for the dark patch between her thighs. “That feels nice.”

“Just nice?” she taunted with that silky laugh. It teased and tormented him, that laugh.

“Yeah. Nice.” He held her wrist to stop her for a moment before he came right in her hand like a kid. “I didn’t know if I should say anything, but I wanted you to know this’ll be a new thing for me. I might not – be as good as you might be expecting.” There. It was out.

Vanessa’s lips lifted at the corner. “New? Right. Like nobody out there has ridden this big thang.”

Her hand squeezed harder around his hardness, and it answered with a jerk. Santino held in a groan as she began stroking him gently, pulling him closer. The head brushed against her center, and they both moaned at the barely-there sensation that grew more intense the closer they pressedtogether. His cock strained against her soft cleft, slipping against the wet folds and her tiny pleasure center.

“I’m serious,” he managed to get out.

This time she paused, her eyes wide. “But…you’ve had girlfriends. And you’re fucking hot. You’re for real?”

He flushed. “I had a girlfriend, but we didn’t do anything. After that, I was…” He paused and licked his lips, heart doing a drum solo. “I was waiting for it to be with someone special.”

Vanessa sobered at that. She pulled her hand away, shaking her head back and forth on the pillow. “Then you should keep waiting. I’m not —”

“No,” he murmured, shaking his head. “You are. It’s you.”

She took a deep breath, then, after a moment of him kissing her again, touching and stroking her again, she shivered. He pressed his mouth on the spot he’d discovered under her ear, and her shivering increased. She nodded, then, widening her legs and grasping his cock to guide him in. And as he slid inside a woman for the first time, not just any woman but this woman, his mind reeled. When he was finally all the way in, so deeply connected, he grinned, breathless and full of wonder at her wet heat and her fast heartbeat against his and the look in her eyes.

“This is really virgin dick, huh?” she asked with a gasp as he began stroking in and out. Those dark eyes staring up at him with such tenderness made him want to explode, but he somehow held back.

“Not anymore, I guess,” he said, and she laughed, and he laughed too before the joy melted into moans and more wet, glorious, hip-slapping pleasure.

He tried holding out as long as possible, but he came suddenly, spurted hard and fast, with a deep groan tearing from his throat. But it was mind blowing and beautiful, and he knew he’d been right to wait for this, to wait for her. Panting,he collapsed in her arms, and she held him and kissed his sweaty face.

If she was disappointed about anything, it didn’t last long; he was ready to go again and again, giving it to her harder and faster the way she wanted it, until she shouted his name, until she turned in him completely inside out, until the morning sun’s sleepy face greeted them through her window.

Vanessa was dozing, exhausted and happy. Before she could completely drift off, he prodded her. “Hey.”

“Mm... what?”

Quietly, he told her, “I love you.”

“Oh, Lord,” she drawled with a sleepy giggle. “That’s just dopamine talking. Or serotonin. Or oxytocin. One of them.”

“It’s not hormones. It’s for real. I love you.” He toyed with a loose strand of her hair, and she snuggled closer, her eyes drifting closed.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

Joy leapt in his heart. He held his breath, then released it, saying, “Vanessa.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna marry you.”

“Mm-hm. Okay.”

She was essentially already asleep and most likely in the early stages of dreaming, but he was going to take that as a yes.

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