Page 74 of The Way We Are

Her blushing cheeks enflame when I bend over to untie the laces of my shoes so I can remove my jeans.

“Damn, Ryan. You not only have the hottest ass in Ravenshoe, you have the entire package.” Her overenunciation of the word “package” leaves no doubt what section of my anatomy she's referring to.

My dick thickens even more, appreciative of her praise.

Once my shoes and jeans have been removed, I dart across my room to my nearly empty closet. If I were a man, I would run away from this situation just as quickly. But since I’m only a teen, and my hormones are as out of whack as my emotions today, I’m back in bed with Savannah before a case of the guilts can make itself known.

Besides, this feels right. Not wrong. Not slightly okay. Right.

With a condom in place and a smile on my face, I lift my eyes to Savannah. The wind is let out of my sails in one fell swoop when I spot the panicked expression crossing her face. She tries to shut it down the instant she sees my devotion, but she isn’t quick enough for my eager eyes to miss it.

“We don’t have to do this,” I assure her. “Today went above and beyond my wildest dreams, so it doesn’t need to go any further than that. I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret.”

“It’s not that. God—it’s not even close to that, Ryan,” Savannah replies, glancing up at me with glistening eyes. “I want this. I reallyreallywant this.”

After replenishing her dry mouth with a quick swallow, she stammers out, “I’m a ... a ... virgin, and I’m pretty sure taking a man of your size is going to hurt.”

Her confession knocks me even harder than my worry I was forcing her to do something she doesn’t want to do. Not the part about my endowment; the little comments she released between sucks leaves no doubt she's impressed with the size of my dick. It's the virgin part winding me.

My eyes dance between Savannah’s as my brain seeks something appropriate to say. It's a long and torturous thirty seconds.

“I know what you’re thinking, that I’ve been with Axel for over a year, and you’re certain we’ve done it.”

That isn’t even close to what I am thinking, but with my stupid-ass mouth refusing to work, I can’t articulate that.

“But we haven’t. I wouldn’t do that withhim.I couldn’tdo that toyou. I wanted my first time to be special, with someone I love. Axelisn’tthat man. He isn’t evencloseto that man. He isn’t you—”

Her words stop when I seal my mouth over hers, halting her blubbering with a lash of my tongue. I kiss her until the worry clouding her lifts, and the sentiment in the air has returned to lust.

I kiss her until there’s not an ounce of air between us.

I kiss her until the crest of my dick is lined up at the entrance of her pussy.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask her, glancing down at her stunning face.

“Yes,” she replies without hesitation. “Just don’t let me drown, Ryan.”

I laugh, loving that her playful comment instantly cleared the niggle in my back of my mind that she’s about to see me as a pansy.

“You’re not the only one stumbling into foreign waters,” I admit, annoyed my voice relays my lack of confidence.

I wanted it to come out confident, proving I’ve got the knowledge to rock her world even though I don’t have a fucking clue what I am doing. It didn’t sound half as confident as I wanted it to.

Savannah cocks her head to the side and arches her brow. “You’re a ... You haven’t... You’re like me?” she settles on, incapable of saying the word “virgin” for the second time today.

The event is nearly over before it begins when Savannah’s smiles a grin I’ve never seen when I nod my head.

It's a smile that would make grown men fall to their knees and virgin teens cum in their pants.

It's a smile that will devastate every smile to follow.

It's a smile that reveals what I’ve always wanted to shout from the rooftops.

She's my girl.

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