Page 86 of Regret

“I’m glad it’s you,” she whispered between breaths, and he stilled.

“What do you mean you’re glad it’s me?”

She opened her eyes and stared at him. “I’m glad you’re my first.”

He pushed himself up with one arm and stared down at her in shock. “You’ve never had sex before?”

She shook her head and a faint flush spread from her chest, up her neck, to her cheeks. Hunter knew she wasn’t as experienced as the girls he was used to. But it never once crossed his mind that she might still be a virgin. An almost twenty-one-year-old virgin woman was not something that came along every day. In fact, Hunter had never claimed a virgin before. Suddenly making love to her didn’t seem so simple anymore. This wouldn’t just be two people making love for the first time, this was also a woman giving a man the most precious gift she could give. Something she could give no one else.

“Blue—”

She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and held him in place. “Don’t. Don’t take this away from me, Hunter. I want it to be you. I don’t want anyone else to be my first but you.”

She lifted her head and placed a soft kiss on his mouth while tangling her fingers in his hair. “Please.”

He kept on staring at her, thinking he had nothing to give this woman except his heart, and his love. There was nothing of worth he could give her. But by God he could give her this. He could give her him, this…them. A moment that would always be theirs, no matter what happened. No matter what the future held, no one would be able to take this away from them.

“You sure?” he asked when he wiped her hair out of her face and palmed her cheeks.

“I am.”

“Okay.”

With one hand still cupping her cheek, he slowly moved his other hand down to her thigh, over the curve of her behind, until he settled it behind her knee. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”

He shifted forward just a little, and she closed her eyes. Hunter bit down on his lip, fighting the urge to thrust hard. Feeling her just this little bit had him teetering on the edge of losing control. So many nights he lay awake fantasizing about this exact moment, wondering what it would feel like to be inside her. Now here he was finally getting a taste of what it would feel like, but he had to take it slow—extremely slow—and it was torture.

With his eyes on her the entire time, he moved a little more and he noticed her cringe. “Are you okay?”

She just nodded while sucking her lower lip into her mouth. Hunter’s entire body was shaking, sweat starting to build up behind his neck while he fought against his own body willing him to push all the way inside her with one hard thrust.

A little more and he was almost halfway in. From the look on her face, he knew she was struggling. Hunter wasn’t an idiot. He was an above average sized fellow, with an above average sized cock. For the first—and probably the last—time in his life, he wished he wasn’t so big, that he didn’t have to hurt her this way.

“Blue, look at me.”

She opened her eyes, and he removed his hand from her knee, bringing it to her face. “I want you to look at me. Don’t close your eyes.” With his thumb, he traced her lower lip from one side to the other, wanting her to concentrate on his touch, his voice, rather than what he was about to do.

“Take a deep breath, Blue.”

And when she did, he pushed forward all the way inside, past the barrier of her innocence. She cried out and he placed his thumb inside her mouth, tightening his hold on her jaw. The intense pleasure that crashed through him was almost too much to control. She was so tight, so warm around him that he had to bury his face in her neck, groaning in the back of his throat. Not being able to thrust and move as his body demanded was a throbbing pain he had never experienced before. Sweat started to bead on his back between his shoulder blades and he felt the drops move down his spine. God, this was fucking agony.

He remained still for a few seconds, afraid to move, not wanting to hurt her further, yet every muscle in his body was strained as he struggled to keep control. Slowly he moved, easing back, before moving forward again. He wanted to give her body time to adjust to him, to absorb all the new sensations he knew swept through her.

“Are you okay?” he whispered when her cries died down a little.

“Yes,” she choked out, her voice low and soft. “Don’t stop moving.” Again and again he moved in and out of her. Soon her moans of pain turned into beautiful sounds of pleasure.

Just as he had suspected, both of them slipped off the edge within a matter of minutes. It was just too intense, too powerful to not let go. There was no way Hunter could have held on any longer. But thank God, neither could she.

Just as they both reached the pinnacle of their release, Hunter crushed his lips against hers, kissing her like he would die if he didn’t. It was the single most beautiful, most precious moment of his life. She was his, and he was hers. The way it should be. The way it would always be.

The second they came down from their high, he gently eased out of her, knowing she was probably aching all over. He hated that she had to experience this kind of discomfort because of him.

“Blue, you okay?”

Her eyes were closed and her face flushed. A single tear moved down her cheek as she nodded a silent yes. Leaning down he kissed away the tear, tasting the saltiness of it on his lips. He showered her cheek, her neck, her chest, every inch of her skin with his kisses, trying to let this beautiful moment between two lovers linger for as long as possible. Then he rolled onto his side.

She turned her head and looked at him. “I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

What the fuck? Disappoint him? By God, it was the best fucking experience of his life. He felt more satisfied than he had ever felt before.

He gripped the back of her neck tight, his gaze fixed on hers with intent. “That was the most beautiful moment of my entire fucking life.”

It truly was, and he knew nothing would ever be able to top that moment.

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