Page 9 of Coupled (Alphas Forever 3)

“What about lick you?”

I swallow.

“Or make love to you?”

I bite my lip.

Ethan grins. He kisses my neck. “God, you smell so good.”

“Ethan—”

“Yes, baby?”

I love that he calls me baby. It makes me feel like I’m his. But before we get too far along, I need to tell him what he’s getting into.

“I’m a virgin, Ethan.”

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me with amused surprise. “Really?”

I nod. “How do you…feel about that?”

“I think it’s sweet, actually. I’m honored that I’ll be your first.” He pauses. “That’s what you want, right? I need to be sure that’s what you’re telling me.”

I draw in a breath. Is it going to happen again? Am I going to change my mind like I always do? I look up into his dark, loving eyes. I feel so safe with him. I feel so protected. Yes. This is the man I want to be my first.

“Yes,” I say. “That’s what I want.”

He bites back a huge smile and kisses me. Then he scoops me up, carries me into his bedroom, and sets me down on his bed. Between kisses, he says, “I can tell you’re nervous, Samantha. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re nice and relaxed first.”

He’s right—I am nervous. Turned on, but nervous. I’m worried that I’m not going to know what to do. I’m worried that it’s going to hurt. I’m so grateful that he’s taking it slow. He knows exactly what I need. I know I can trust him with something as important as this.

Ethan slowly works off my shirt, then my jeans. He smiles wantonly at the sight of me in my bra and panties.

“Very pretty,” he says, kissing the strap of my bra. “Although you would look gorgeous in anything.”

My body burns with desire everywhere that he kisses me. I can feel myself grow wetter and wetter. When he slides off my panties, I’m even embarrassed about how wet I’ve become. But Ethan just grunts in approval. He pushes my thick thighs open and lowers his mouth to my wetness. I gasp at the feeling of his tongue exploring me. He licks me eagerly. Voraciously. Fuck, he’s going to make me come so fast. I run my hands through his hair, loving the feeling of his head moving rhythmically between my legs. I can’t take it much longer.

“Ethan,” I moan. “I’m close. I’m so close.”

He hums against me, sending me over the edge.

I’ve barely come down from the orgasm when I look down and see Ethan taking his clothes off. Damn, he’s fine. Seriously, he’s all muscle and sexy tan skin and...length. Fuck. He’s never going to fit inside of me.

Ethan laughs. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he says.

“I—you—”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow.”

I nod. I watch, hot and nervous, as Ethan rips open a foil packet, sheathes his big cock, and lowers himself over me, pressing my legs open wide. His cock presses against me, but he doesn’t enter me yet. He kisses me, a hot but gentle kiss that ensures me that he’s going to do everything to make it good for me.

He reaches down and strokes my clit. I open my legs wider and relax. Okay. I’m ready. I want it. I want him. I tell him so, and he kisses me again. Then he grips his cock and presses the head against my entrance. A shiver of pleasure shoots through me. Then he pushes into me—just barely. It hurts a little, but not as bad as I expected. I’m wet enough to take him. He pushes his cock a little further in, then stops, and says, “You okay?”

I nod. “Keep going.”

“Tell me if it’s too much.” He pushes in deeper. Pauses. Then pushes in deeper again. Oh my God, it’s intense.

“Fuck, Samantha,” he says. “You feel so good. You still okay?”

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