Page 36 of The Guardian

She props herself up on her elbows as I align myself with her entrance, sliding my head up and down her slit. “Oh fuck,” I groan, not even a centimeter inside her, “I might not last too long the first time, baby. You’ve got me so worked up.”

“The fi—first ti—time?” She stumbles through her words as I inch further into her. Her question makes me chuckle.

“Oh, yes. You think with the sounds you make,” I grip her waist as my eyes roll back into my head when I slide in further, “and the way you look and respond, I won’t be rock hard for hours?” I pull out a little. “You’re going to take me several times.” I slide back in, this time over halfway inside her. “Fuuuuuuck.” My head falls forward and my hips start to move, taking over.

“Oh God,” she groans, her fingernails digging into my arms, “it hu—it hurts.”

“I’m sorry. Relax, baby, I’m not stopping. You’re gonna have to take it.” I slide all the way inside her, an animalistic moan coming from her chest as she arches off the bed. “Oh, yes, just like that. Open up for me.” I clench my jaw, my hips moving in long, deep strokes as my balls press against her ass when I’m fully inside her.

Her hands claw at my back, my hair, my chest. Her legs wrap around my waist as I slide in and out of her, looking down at the way her breasts sway with the movements.

“Your tits are perfect.” I lean down, sucking a nipple into my mouth and biting down on it until she hisses in pain. I turn to the other and repeat the process. “Has any man ever fucked them? Marked you with his cum?” I squeeze one, leaning in to run my tongue up her neck.

“No.” She barely gets the word out, her hips coming off the bed to meet my thrusts.

“Good, I want to be the first.” I wrap my hand around the base of her neck, my pace quickening as I feel her walls begin to tighten around me. I’m trying so hard to hold off, but I’m seconds away from exploding. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep squeezing me like that. Goddamn, your pussy is so fucking tight.” I’m clenching my jaw, and I can’t hold back any longer. I shout a string of expletives as my entire body convulses with the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever experienced. I continue pumping, reaching my thumb down to rub her clit, and a few seconds, later she’s right behind me.

When I finally come down and my eyes refocus, I stare down at her, both of us trying to catch our breath. Normally, this is when I roll off, toss the condom in the trash, and jump in the shower, but this . . . this feels different. Her hands are in my hair, her eyes are heavy, her lips parted. I lean forward, kissing her softly. Her tongue dances with mine, her mouth devouring me like she can’t get close enough.

I feel confused. This was just missionary, yet so intense. Feeling her beneath me, watching her body move, seeing the way she looked at me, has my heart suddenly beating faster, my head swimming.

“I should . . .” I don’t finish the sentence as I slowly remove myself from her body, pulling off the condom and taking it in the bathroom to throw away. I look at myself in the mirror for a second and see the red marks that run down my chest and arms from her nails. I trace them with my fingers, hoping they don’t fade so they’re a constant reminder of her. I grab a washcloth and run it under warm water, trying to pretend like I didn’t just have that thought.

When I come back to bed, she’s propped up against the headboard, hugging a pillow, her hair still mussed.

“Allow me.” I place the washcloth between her thighs.

“Oh.”

“You okay?” I brush her hair away from her shoulder, leaning down to kiss it softly.

“Just a little sore.”

“Mmm, is it fucked that I like that?” I bite her shoulder softly and she giggles. It sends a little dart straight to my heart.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” She smiles, looking over at me. I toss the washcloth onto her nightstand, pulling her toward me.

Within seconds, the kiss goes from soft to passionate. She climbs into my lap, our hands all over each other like we can’t get enough. “You are absolutely perfect. The way you taste and smell, the curve of your hip,” I trace my fingers over her thighs and hips, “to the dip of your waist. Mmm.”

“Is this the line you say to all the women you bed?” She gives me that snarky look, but part of me wonders if there’s more behind the question. Like even though she’ll never admit it, she wants to be different from the rest, even if she acts like this is nothing more than a hookup.

“No,” I say honestly, not breaking eye contact. “You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with and the hottest fuck.”

“Seems a little premature considering this was the first time.”

“Sometimes,” I say, flipping her onto her back as I pin her hands above her head, “all it takes is one time, honey.”

“I’d take it as a compliment, but it certainly didn’t keep the last guy around.”

I furrow my brow. “Well, he was clearly a fucking idiot.” I hold both of her hands with one of mine, the other coming down to run over her body as I kiss her. “And who was this last guy?” I ask, although I really don’t love the idea of hearing about the last man she slept with while she’s in my arms.

“He was just a guy. We were together for a while and it didn’t work out. End of story.”

“Did you love him?”

She shrugs. “I think so.”

“Doesn’t sound very convincing. How long ago was this guy?”

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