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“Baby…” I run my thumb over her cheek, coaxing her to look at me again. “I wish I could change it. I’d give anything for this to be my first time. I love you, Oakley. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. You should’ve been my first.”

She meets my gaze and a soft smile touches her lips. “I love you too, Oliver.”

“Do you want this? I never want to pressure you.”

She nods. “I do.”

I keep staring at her for several seconds, waiting to see if she’ll change her mind. I lean down and kiss her gently, hoping she’ll feel the sincerity of my words in my kiss.

I position myself at her entrance, “Are you ready?”

She nods again. I quickly pull a condom out of my side table drawer and rip it open with my teeth before sliding it over myself.

I push into her slowly, feeling her perfect pussy stretch around me. I know it will hurt, but I want to make it as pleasurable as possible for her. Slowly I begin to slide in and out, a little further each time. I watch her face to make sure she isn’t in too much pain, her eyes scrunch together tightly as she gasps for air and I ease out of her slightly.

“Are you okay, baby?”

She sighs. “It kinda hurts, but it feels good at the same time,” she giggles lightly with her eyes still closed.

I love how candid she is, always. She doesn’t try to be anything that she’s not, and that’s exactly what made me fall in love with her.

“You want me to stop?” I ask.

“Please don’t,” her eyes open for me slightly and I’m instantly lost in their emerald tresses.

I sink deeper into her again and watch as her eyes flutter closed once more. Fuck. She feels so fucking perfect. I never had any idea sex could be like this. I knew it would be different with Oakley, but I didn’t know it would be this good. I know this isn’t just sex, it’s more, for both of us. I’ve definitely never made love with anyone before tonight.

She wraps her legs around my back and pulls me deeper into her. I swear this has to be what heaven feels like. It’s better than any high I’ve ever experienced from any drug. I start sliding in and out faster and harder, and soon I’m fucking her in earnest. Her nails dig into the skin of my back and her moans become increasingly louder. Her eyes are still closed.

“Look at me, babe,” I whisper.

She pops her eyes open and stares back into mine intently.

“I wanna look into your eyes while you come.”

“Oh God,” Her breaths become more ragged. I thrust in and out even faster. I reach between us to rub her sensitive nub with my thumb, never breaking rhythm. I don’t know how I’ve waited this long to do this, I’m already addicted to the sound of her breathing, her moans, her scent.

I watch every minute detail of her face as she lets out a long moan, her green eyes just slightly rolling back.

“That’s right, come for me, Oakley.”

I feel her walls tighten around me and she shudders as her orgasm washes over her. The sound of her moans and feeling her constrict around me is too much, my balls tighten and I explode inside of her. I collapse on top of her and cover her face with gentle kisses while we both come down from our orgasms.

I watch as her breathing becomes softer and she drifts off to sleep. I know that I should wake her up and bring her back home soon, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I kiss her forehead gently and set my alarm for 6:00. I just want one full night of sleeping in my girl’s arms, and I’m way too selfish to deny myself of it.

Chapter 29

Oliver

My alarm gently pulls me from my dreams. I set it to the lowest possible volume so that maybe it wouldn’t wake her up, too. Luckily my plan worked, she’s still fast asleep.

Angelwood. The word practically smacks me in the face as soon as I come to. I looked it up after she fell asleep, and it’s over four hours away. Not as far as it could be, I guess I should be thrilled that she isn’t vying to go to school across the country somewhere. But it’s still far.

The anxious feeling in my gut is still there from last night when she told me what her plans for after high school were. Maybe I just shouldn’t have asked, but senior year is already almost halfway over.

I can’t deny what I keep imagining will happen. She’ll go to her fancy rich kid college, she’ll meet some fraternity douchebag that’s majoring in economics and comes from a family like hers, and she’ll forget all about me. Even though everything about Oakley tells me that won’t happen, I still can’t convince myself that it won’t. Time and time again she’s proven that money isn’t what matters to her, but how could she possibly choose to stay with a dude like me when she’s at a university with so many better options around?

I stare down at her, still wrapped in my arms. Her golden hair is a mess, fanned out around her on the pillow we shared last night. I feel so warm and safe with her in my bed, I wish it could be this way every morning.

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