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Nate

Fuck, she was perfect.

Ellie arched beneath me, her hands fisted in my hair as I lavished attention on her breasts. Every soft moan, every gasp that escaped her lips, went straight to my cock. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life, my jeans painfully tight as I fought to keep control.

But control was becoming impossible when she responded like this. When she pressed closer instead of pulling away. When she looked at me like I was everything she’d ever wanted.

And she wasn’t just letting me touch her—she was meeting me there. Bold and soft and hungry for everything I wanted to give her.

My hands skimmed down her sides, over the curves that drove me crazy, until I reached the bottom edge of whatever the hell she was wearing.

All I knew was that it was sexy as hell on her and keeping me from what I really wanted.

I placed my hand over her pussy and felt the dampness of the fabric. It was wet. Fucking, soaking wet.

“Please,” she whispered, and the word nearly undid me.

I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband, needing to feel her without anything between us. But just as I was about to touch her, she caught my wrist. Her eyes were wide and uncertain.

“Nate, I... there’s something I need to tell you.”

The tone of her voice made me freeze. “What is it?”

She bit her lip, that gesture that made me want to bite it myself. “I’ve never... I mean, I’m a virgin.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. I pulled back, staring down at her flushed face, her swollen lips, her bare breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath… and that brave, honest look in her eyes.

“What?” The word came out harsher than I’d intended.

“I know it’s weird. I’m twenty-nine and I’ve never—”

“Ellie, no.” I eased away. “I can’t be your first. You deserve someone better. Someone who—”

“Don’t.” She sat up, reaching for me. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

“I’m not that good of a man, Ellie. You should save this for someone who deserves it. Someone who can give you everything you want.”

Her hands framed my face, forcing me to look at her.

“You’re that man, Nate. You’re exactly the man I want.

” She touched my chest, right over my heart.

“I have another confession to make. I came here to lose my virginity, Nate. Not randomly. Not stupidly. I wanted to choose someone who made me feel safe. Who made me feel wanted. That’s you. ”

That undid me. But my demons hadn’t let go completely. “You don’t understand what you’re asking.”

“I understand perfectly.” Her voice was steady, certain. “I want it to be you. Only you.”

The conviction in her voice, the trust in her eyes, shattered every wall I’d tried to build between us. She wasn’t some naive girl who didn’t know what she wanted. She was a woman who’d made a choice, and that choice was me.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice rough with barely contained need.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I kissed her then, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it. She melted against me, her hands roaming over my chest, and when she reached for the button of my jeans, I nearly lost it.

I took her hand and kissed her palm, shaking my head.

“No, not yet. Now lie back,” I ordered. She smiled and did what I told her, her curves stretched out before me.

I stripped her bare then stopped, taking a moment just to look at her.

I realized what a damn lucky bastard I was and vowed I wouldn’t screw this up.

She was beautiful—all soft curves and pale skin and the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen.

“You’re staring,” she said, a blush creeping up her chest.

“You’re perfect,” I said, meaning every word. “Absolutely perfect.”

I eased her legs open, pressing gentle kisses along her inner thighs.

I could feel her body shake, but she didn’t stop me.

I stretched out on the med with her, hooking one leg over my shoulder.

I leaned forward pressed a soft kiss to her wet pussy.

She jerked but didn’t stop me. Then I tasted her and about lost my shit.

She was sweet and tangy and I couldn’t get enough.

I ran my tongue up her center, coating it in her juices. She was delicious and I knew I’d never need anything else in this world but her beneath me.

Then I was licking, sucking, making her buck beneath me. I clamped my hand on one hip, holding her against the bed. “Easy, baby.”

When I circled her clit with my tongue, she cried out and her fingers fisted in my hair, holding me to her. I smiled against her flesh, doubling my efforts. I let her ride my mouth until she came, loud and gasping, the most honest sound I’d ever heard.

When her body stilled, I kissed my way back up her body. I caged her in with my arms, searching her face. “You ready for more?” I asked, my voice tight from holding back.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”

I kissed her, long and slow, letting her taste herself. She moved against me, her body seeking what she needed.

I stood, stripping out of my jeans. Her eyes went wide when she saw my size, but she didn’t look scared. If anything, she looked hungry. That sweet pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and my cock jerked, thick and aching with need to be inside her.

“Let me know if anything’s too much.” She nodded as I lay back on top of her.

I took my cock in my hand, positioning myself at her entrance, the head barely pressing against her.

Slowly, I pushed inside her. The sensation of her tight pussy gripping me was incredible, but I forced myself to go slow, to let her adjust.

She tensed when I encountered her barrier, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Breathe,” I whispered against her ear. “Just breathe, sweetheart.”

I pushed through gently, and she cried out, her body going rigid beneath mine. I stilled, kissing her face, her neck, whispering soothing words until the tension began to leave her body.

“Okay?” I asked when she relaxed slightly.

“Okay,” she whispered. “More. Please.”

She was so damn tight, wrapped around me like her body had been made to fit mine. Every instinct in me screamed to take her harder, deeper—but I held back, grinding my teeth, watching her face for every flicker of discomfort.

But there was none.

“That’s it, baby, take me. You’re doing so damn good.” I pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her. The feeling was indescribable—not just the physical sensation of being buried in her tight heat, but the knowledge that I was her first. That she’d chosen me for this.

“Ellie,” I groaned. “You feel incredible.”

I started to move, slow and gentle, letting her get used to the sensation. But when she began to move with me, when soft moans started escaping her lips, my control began to fray.

I wanted to give her everything—slow and sweet, rough and filthy. Everything. Her nails dug into my back as I rocked my hips slowly, each thrust measured and deep, filling her completely.

“Nate,” she breathed, head thrown back, eyes glassy. “You feel so good. I’m so full.”

“Yeah?” I rasped, cupping the back of her thigh and hitching it higher around my waist.

She nodded, her voice breaking. “More. Please.”

Fuck. That soft, pleading voice just about wrecked me. I didn’t make her ask twice.

I drove into her harder, deeper, claiming her with a possessiveness that should have scared me. She met me thrust for thrust, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.

“Mine,” I growled against her neck, my hips slamming into hers. “You’re mine, Ellie.”

“Yes,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around my cock. “Yours. All yours.”

“That’s it,” I panted, feeling her getting close. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my cock.”

Her orgasm hit her like a lightning strike, her whole body convulsing beneath me as she screamed my name. The feeling of her pussy spasming around me, milking my cock, sent me over the edge.

I came harder than I ever had in my life, burying myself deep and filling her with everything I had. My vision went white around the edges, and for a moment, the only thing that existed was Ellie beneath me and the incredible feeling of being completely connected to her.

When I finally came back to myself, she was stroking my hair, pressing soft kisses to my temple. I was probably crushing her, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Not yet.

“Are you okay?” I asked when I could finally speak.

“Better than okay,” she whispered. “That was... incredible.”

I lifted my head to look at her, seeing the satisfied glow in her eyes, the soft smile on her lips. The blush when she looked at me. She looked thoroughly loved, thoroughly claimed, and something possessive stirred in my chest.

She was mine now. Whether that was smart or not, whether I deserved her or not, she was mine.

And I was never letting her go.