Page 87 of Never Quiet

“Erick!”

Her hips rocked against his mouth and she came, grinding herself on his lips as he thrust faster, harder, into her pussy. There was some pain and she knew why.

“Please. Please, Erick.”

He didn’t heed her begging. For almost an hour, he touched her, kissed her, sucked her, and made her come. He neglected nothing in his exploration.

His attention made it almost painful not to say, “I love you. I’ve always loved you. Long before today, I loved you. Well into my future, I’ll love you.”

She didn’t say the words.

She hoped he felt them.

Resting his cheek on her inner thigh, her body covered in a sheen of sweat as he continued to thrust his fingers lazily in and out of her, he said, “Your pussy is soaked, Amanda. It’s slick and hot, ready for me.” Lifting his upper body to stare at her, he asked, “Are you ready for me?”

She pulled him up her body, pushed his jeans and boxers over his hips with her hands, and used her feet to shove them off his legs. Her nails scraped lightly over the firm flesh of his ass.

She worked her hand between them to wrap her fingers around his length. He dropped his face beside her, a low moan vibrating from his body to hers.

At his ear, she whispered, “I want you inside me, Erick.” Reaching into the bag beside them, she removed a condom and added, “Put this on and put your cock in my body.”

His breathing was ragged. His heart thumped hard against her chest, matching the beat of her own.

The fire glowed dimly through the walls of the tent when he lifted, took the condom, and tore it open with his teeth. She watched as he put enough space between them to roll it on.

Lowering himself between her legs, she could feel the throb of him against flesh that was slick and sensitive from his focused attention.

As much as she’d anticipated this experience with him, Amanda never expected to receive actual pleasure. Most stories of lost virginity were peppered with things gone wrong. It was the act itself and the connection to him she’d wanted.

Their bodies touching from shoulders to feet, he murmured gently, “Are you okay, Amanda?” She nodded. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need me to wait.”

Raising her hands, she held his face. “Don’t wait.”

He held her gaze as he pulled back slightly and used one hand to position the head at the entrance of her.

“Finally, it’s my cock’s turn to sample paradise.” Erick rocked his hips forward.

She gasped at the unaccustomed invasion, whimpered at the sharp pain she’d expected, and closed her eyes to process it. Tears slipped into her hair.

Strange, uncomfortable, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

Breathing deeply several times, she opened her eyes to Erick staring at her face with an expression she didn’t understand.

He sealed their upper bodies together, supporting his weight on his forearms with his hands in her hair. Feeling him literally inside her body with her was fascinating. It was unbelievable to know they were part of each other, even for a little while.

Blue-green eyes that glowed in the low light held her gaze. “I want to say something, Amanda. It’s important for you to hear it.” He gave her a gentle kiss that made her chest ache.

“You are the stuff of male fantasy but I thought you were beautiful at fifteen, when you calmed a little boy in pain. At sixteen, when you defended my brother. At seventeen, when you held onto your self-respect after I made things awful and uncomfortable for you. At eighteen, when you crushed down your fear and took control of your life.”

She blinked against tears.

“Your body is stunning but nothing compared to the unique, caring parts of you that can’t be seen or touched or ogled. No matter who touches you after tonight, make sure they recognize those pieces, Amanda. Make sure they know what a privilege it is to be allowed to touch you. Make them work for the honor.”

He didn’t give her the chance to respond and Amanda was grateful because everything in her mind and heart would have bubbled up and out against her will.

Kissing her aggressively, he started to move. He held back as long as he could, which wasn’t as long as she knew he wanted, and when he started to lose control, he reached between them to stroke over her clit.

Everything came together, the man, the motion, the words between them, to send her over the edge of orgasm with his name a soft chant on her lips.

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