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We both freeze when his weight falls onto me again. He turns his hand from where he was holding himself to thread his fingers between mine and lifts it until he’s holding it against the ground next to my head. With joined hands, he drops his weight to sink in further until the head is pressed up against my barrier just inside of me.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
My head shakes back and forth as a tear slips free, overwhelmed with the moment we’re having. He’s holding himself still, seconds from pushing through my virginity; our hands molded together on either side of my head and my legs hugging him to me.
“I don’t care.” Lifting my head, I press a soft kiss against his lips. “I want to feel you,” I murmur.
Squeezing my hands tighter, he cries out as he thrusts forward, tearing through me until he’s buried deep. I scream, the deep pain gutting me, but the look of pure pleasure on his face makes my discomfort easier to bear. Instinct is demanding I push him away because it fucking hurts, but instead, I stretchmy fingers in his grasp and lock them again and sob once against his chest.
“Jesus… Fuckin’ hell…” His words are broken as he twists his hips to burrow deeper. I tighten around him, willing myself to relax, and breathe hard against the pounding of my heart.
“Clyde,” I cry out, pulling his hands closer to my face and turning into the crook of his elbow. “I need—”
“I have to move. I can’t… You feel like heaven.” His hips pull back, dragging out of me, then he thrusts into me again, harder than the first time, and I gasp at the pressure low in my belly. “Betsy!”
His face drops down, his teeth digging into the sensitive skin of my neck, and he rocks himself back and forth, the fire of his intrusion still burning. He lets one of my hands go to reach up and grip my hair at the top of my head, curling his body around me as he begins to move more steadily.
After a few minutes, the burning starts to diminish, turning into a yearning for more. My feet scramble around him to find purchase, shoving his pants further down his legs so he can get closer. With every thrust, he drives my body along the grass; the ground digs into my skin, but I don’t care.
Every inch of our bodies is pressed together as his heavy panting causes shivers to erupt through my body when the cool air hits my skin. I can feel his pelvis grinding against my clit, but just as flickers of lightning seep into my body, his speed picks up and his mumbled words grow louder in my ear.
“I can’t… I have to come. I can’t hold back… Bets, you feel so good… God… Tight… So fuckin’ tight.”
Crying out against his chest, I lift my hips to take him deeper. His hand slides to my leg to lift my knee, spreading me further. With an arm hooked under the backside of my leg, I feel an ache in my hips straining from the angle he’s holding me open to him.
Pushing himself away, he looks down to watch as he plows into me over and over again.
With a shaking hand, I reach up and cup his cheek, drawing his eyes to mine. “You can come. Iwantyou to.”
Nodding quickly, he drops his mouth to my nipples and draws one into his mouth as he slaps his hips against mine, then holds himself still, groaning, exploding inside of me.
I can feel every pulse of his cock swelling and releasing into me. A brief thought of us not using protection races into my mind, so I throw up a quick prayer that I won’t be one of those girls that gets pregnant the first time she has sex with someone.
Clyde’s entire body is tense, his jaw working hard as he continues to come inside of me, until he pulls back once and pushes in hard for the last time. Then, with a loud groan, he falls on top of me, hugging my body to his as he comes down from his orgasm.
His lips press soft, lazy kisses against my skin, working them up toward my mouth before he sighs heavily against my lips. “I-I’m sorry… You didn’t… I couldn’t hold back long enough for you.”
Brushing his hair from his forehead, I smile at him and kiss the tip of his nose. “Don’t worry ‘bout me. I feel perfect.” My arms slide around his back, and I pull him toward me, relishing in the feel of his head resting against my sweat covered chest.
I let my fingers stroke through his hair as our hearts pound in rhythm, both of us trying to catch our breaths from what we just did. Staring up at the sky, I enjoy the moment of silence and peace we’ve found as his body relaxes on top of mine.
After a few moments, I feel his body go completely relaxed, and I drop my chin to look at his face. Whispering, I brush his hair away again from his forehead. “Clyde?”
His answering snore tells me everything I need to know. Chuckling to myself, I hold him closer as he sleeps between mybreasts, and I continue to run my fingers over his skin, holding him close.
I let my lips fall to the top of his head, then lay my cheek against his hair, softly murmuring, “Love you so much, Billy.”
Eventually, my eyes fall closed and I doze underneath him, enjoying the feel of his weight on top of me and his body still buried inside. I don’t think this could have been more perfect, and even though I don’t know where we’ll go from here, I know it meanssomething.
Hours later, I wake from a shiver racing through my body from the cool air. Rolling over with my eyes still closed, I reach out and my hand only finds frigid grass under my fingertips.
I crack an eye open, then the second I realize that he’s not lying next to me, I wrench them both open. Sitting up, I groan and move my shirt from my body. A shirt that I assume my best friend laid over my body to warm me in the night air.
Jerking my head around, I call out. “Clyde? Where are you?”
Pressing my lips together, I listen for him to respond, assuming he walked off to pee or something, but when I don’t hear anything for a moment, my stomach sinks. It’s an effort to drag my wobbly legs under my body, forcing myself to stand as I look around the pond again, holding my shirt against my chest.
“Billy?” I call out again, scanning the trees surrounding where we’ve been sleeping, but my gut is telling me I’m alone.
