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Her hold on my neck tightens. “Aidan, I’m going to… Is that okay?”
Is that okay? Jesus Christ, I’ve barely touched her.
I quicken my movements, flicking my tongue over her nipple until she screams, her walls closing around my finger, squeezing the fuck out of it.
Holy hell.
“Jesus, Bails.” I thought she was playing at how loud she could be when we were fake fucking in that room, but she was just mimicking what she does in real life.Good God.“I need you,” I growl out. I squeeze my dick, angling it toward her pussy. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
“I am,” she says.
She clutches my shoulders as I work my cock against her. I’m lined up, ready to push in. “Aidan, I’m a virgin,” she rushes out.
“What the…”
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My orgasmstill pulsing through me, it’s a wonder I even got that much out. I writhe against him. “I needed you to know so you don’t hurt me. Just go slow.”
It takes me a few seconds to realize he’s no longer moving. Actually, he’s not doing anything.
I peer at him. “What’s wrong?”
He looks white as a ghost. His hands clamp around my waist and then flutter there before creating distance between us. I sink until I find my footing on the rocky river floor.
“I can’t believe I almost took your virginity. Bailey.” He runs his hands through his hair, looking stricken.
My stomach tumbles over. “It’s fine. I want you to. I’m on birth control.”
“No, no.” He wades out of the river and stands on the rocky beach. Every muscular inch of him is a tease, and it makes what he says next so much worse. “This is fake. I’m not taking your virginity. I would feel terrible.”
My mouth unhinges, and the area behind my eyes heats. He would feel…terrible?“I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a fake finger up my…hoo-ha.”
His eyes widen, and if it’s possible, he pales even more. “No one had done that to you either?”
Okay, now I’m getting pissed. All of this was going really well until thirty seconds ago. I trudge up the bank, and slip. Aidan reaches out for me, but I slap his hand away. “No. No one had ever touched me down there before either. Do you want to feel bad about that too? Should I hand you a tissue?”
“Bailey. Jesus. This is a big deal.”
“It wasn’t a big deal until you made it a big deal.”
For a moment, I spin in a circle, as if clothes will materialize out of thin air. I’m fucking mortified. I shouldn’t have said anything. He would’ve just done it. I wanted him to.
“Your first experience isn’t going to be with someone who’s…”
“Who’s what?” I challenge. “Fake? I’m pretty sure you weren’t faking that hard dick.”
“There’s a difference.”
“I shouldn’t have even told you. It’s none of your business.”
“None of my business?”
“It’s not like you wanted my complete sexual history before I said anything.” I search around for the path he’d mentioned earlier and walk toward the most obvious spot.
“It’s just, your first time shouldn’t be with someone like me.”