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Layla

Is this what newlyweds feel like on their honeymoon? We’ve been in Avon for three nights now, but each one just keeps getting better and better. We don’t have a set agenda, so there’s no rush to be anywhere. Our evenings are spent eating dinner either at the house or out somewhere quiet with mood lighting, followed by fucking until our bodies give out, limbs tangled and sweaty. In the mornings, we wake up slowly; kissing, touching, and making love. The need for food is the only reason we make it out of bed. Once we’re up, we explore the quaint shops or go shelling along the beach. When our mouths aren’t busy tasting each other, we take advantage of the uninterrupted time to get to know one another better. We talk about family traditions, favorite music, bucket lists, and anything else that comes to mind. I’ve learned that sheep farming isn’t just walking around a bunch of white fluff balls carrying a stick and whistling at a dog. While they are a responsibility, they’re also easier to manage than most other farm animals. This doesn’t leave me with a sudden desire to start raising sheep, but I now have more respect for the farmers.

Earlier this evening, we took a blanket from the house and settled on the beach with an array of snacks. The temps started to drop, so I stole Teagan’s hoodie and pulled it on over my tank top. He didn’t object, only giving me a heated look that had my toes curling. After eating, we put everything away and he began firing off question after question about my life in Texas and the first years at UNCW, claiming he’s making up for lost time.

“Tell me about your boyfriends during high school and at UNCW,” he demands.

Groaning, I flop backward on the blanket and stare at the clouds sailing overhead. “There’s not a lot to tell.”

“I still want to know,” he says laying down beside me, lacing his hands behind his head.

“I didn’t really date in high school. I’d have dates for events like prom and homecoming, but nothing more than that.”

“Who was your first?” he asks quietly.

“My first, what? Date?”

“No…,” he draws the word out. “The first one you gave your body to.”

Oh.

“Um…his name was Brian.” I glance over at him to see the muscle in his jaw feather. “We graduated together.”

“How old were you?” His voice is laced with something I can’t identify. Not exactly anger, but he isn’t thrilled. I turn to my side, propping my head on my fist.

“Eighteen. About a week after graduation. We were at a party.”

Teagan rolls to face me, mirroring my position. The sun is beginning to descend but shines bright enough to make his eyes sparkle like emeralds.

“I hope he was good to you.”

He’s dead serious, but I burst out laughing.

“What?” he asks incredulously .

“Teagan, it was the first time for both of us.” I raise my eyebrows. “It was awful.”

“Oh, yeah. I imagine that was awkward,” he mutters. “Now I want details.”

“No way!” I exclaim, reaching out a hand to playfully shove him.

“C’mon,” he begs, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. “I want to know everything he did wrong so that I can show you how it should have been done.”

Snorting in amusement, I remind him that he’s already shown me how good he is. Repeatedly.

“Ach, no. Your first time, and every time after, should be nothing short of incredible.”

“You really want to know about my first time having sex? With someone that wasn’t you? Are you a sadist?”

He can’t be serious.

“Aye, I mean, no!” he blurts when he sees my eyes widen. “I’m not a sadist, but I do want to know about your first time.”

Sighing, I relent. “Fine. Like I said, we were at a party at a mutual friend’s house. I went outside to get some air and saw Brian sitting in a deck chair. I sat down in the chair next to him. We ended up talking for a couple of hours. We decided to go in, but when I stood up, my foot caught on something and I sort of… fell on him. We both froze, but then he kissed me and it turned heated. Next thing I know, he’s leading me through a side door and sneaking us into an empty bedroom.”

“Then what?” Teagan asks when I don’t say anymore.

“What do you mean ‘then what’?” I quip, confused. “We made papier-maché eggs. What do you think we did?”

“Oy, don’t get smart! Obviously, you had sex, but what did he do first?”

I stare at him, dumbfounded. “You weren’t kidding about wanting to know everything he did.”

“Nope. Where did he touch you first, Lovely?” His voice is low, slithering over my skin in a sensual caress.

I clear my throat. “He, um, immediately grabbed my breasts.”

Teagan’s eyes narrow. “Did he kiss you first at least? Or did he lead you into the room and just grab you?”

For some reason, describing my first time having sex to Teagan is a turn-on. I can feel heat pooling between my legs. Breathlessly, I say, “When we got in the room, he kissed me, grabbing me at the same time, then we kind of fell on the bed and he reached under my shirt, grabbing me again.” I pause, inhaling deeply. “It didn’t feel good, but I just went with it.”

Releasing my hand, Teagan leans in, pushing me onto my back. A warm hand creeps under my sweatshirt until it reaches my breast. He squeezes gently, brushing a thumb over my nipple. I suck in a sharp breath, immensely grateful that I didn’t put on a bra.

“What next, Layla?” He whispers, eyes locked on mine.

“He…uh…he kissed and sucked on my neck while pushing my shorts down… oh God ,” I gasp when he lowers his mouth to my throat, trailing his other hand to the band of my shorts before yanking them down. The cool ocean air has goosebumps spreading over my body. I don’t even care that we’re out in the open.

“Keep going,” he growls in between kisses and nips, his hand just resting on my hip bone.

“Um. He…”

“What did he do after he took your shorts off?” Teagan trails a finger over the top band of my panties, making me shiver.

“He cupped my pussy over my underwear, rubbing his heel into my clit,” I moan as he acts out my words on my body. I grip his arms like I did Brian’s.

“Did he make you moan like this, Lovely? Were you this wet for him?”

“No!” I rasp.

Teagan chuckles darkly, still kissing my throat. “What did he do with his mouth while he rubbed you?”

I arch my back, pressing my aching breasts into his chest. I wish his shirt was off. “Fuck, I don’t remember, Teag…”

“I’ll improvise then.”

Rucking my shirt up to my chin, he languidly licks one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. My hips buck, and he grinds his heel into my clit harder, making me groan loudly. “Keep talking, Cailín,” he orders, his brogue thickening on that Irish term of endearment.

I want to listen to him say all the dirty things in Gaelic.

“He rubbed me for a few seconds then got up to take his pants off.” It’s exceedingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone speak, while Teagan is running his teeth over my nipple. “We didn’t even get fully undressed. Our shirts stayed on the entire time.”

“Fucking eejit,” he murmurs before licking the valley between my breasts. “Did he make you take your own knickers off or did he have the honor?”

“I took them off. O caray… ”

I didn’t know the underside of my boobs were a hot spot for me until just now.

“That’s a shame,” he grumbles, suddenly pulling away to stand, discarding his sweats and briefs.

I jolt upwards. “What are you doing? We’re outside!” Okay, maybe I do care that we’re out in the open.

“Relax, mo chroí. There’s no one out here and it’s dark enough that we won’t draw attention.”

He’s right. It’s nearly dark out. Only a few deep pink and purple streaks are still visible in the sky. “Now take off your knickers.”

Carajo.

Glancing around to make sure there really are no people nearby, I shimmy out of my panties, pulling my knees to my chest before tossing the garment at his face. He grins gleefully, dropping to his knees. “Go on. What did this wanker do after he made you undress yourself? Did he taste you?”

“No,” I say quietly. “You’re the only one.”

Teagan rocks back on his heels in shock. “Stall the ball. You’re telling me that I’m the only one to ever taste that sweet cunt?” I nod, my face heating in embarrassment. “Fucking hell,” he mumbles. “We’ll come back to that later. Right now I want to finish what we’ve started. What happened next?”

“He crawled on top and kissed me for a few seconds, before nudging my pussy with his cock,” I say, laying back on the blanket and letting my legs fall open. Teagan’s eyes go feral as he licks his lips, clearly wanting to devour me .

“Did he go slow?” Teagan asks with concern.

“He did,” I say with a nod. “I’ll give him credit for that at least. He was considerate and only went in a little at a time until he reached my hymen. Then, once I gave the okay, he pushed through.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Of course it did. But he stopped and waited for me to adjust before continuing.”

Teagan leans over me, dipping down to kiss me. His tongue winds around my own, before he reaches down to fist his cock. We both watch as he slowly sinks inside of me. I’m significantly more lubricated now than I was back then, so there’s no resistance. Once he’s halfway in me, he stops, bringing his eyes to mine in silent question. I dip my chin in a nod and he thrusts deeply. I don’t wince in pain like the first time, but I do cry out his name.

“He fucked me slow at first,” I moan. “Trying to figure out the right rhythm. Once our bodies synced up, he sped up.”

Teagan follows suit, pulling out slightly before sinking back in. Our bodies are already so attuned to each other, we don’t need to find our rhythm. It’s automatic.

“Fuck,” he grunts, dropping his head to the crook of my neck. His breath is hot against my skin. “You feel so good. I can only imagine what you felt like then. If he managed to last long enough to get you off first, then he has my respect.”

Giggling, I run my fingers through his hair. “He definitely did not last long enough, but he did make sure I came shortly after.”

“This is where our reenactment ends.” He raises himself, bracketing my head between his arms. “I can’t, in good conscience, come before you do.”

He keeps his word, fucking me deep, grinding against my clit every time he bottoms out. I come faster than I ever have. Whether it’s from all of the foreplay and build-up, or the way he hits all the right spots, I don’t know. It doesn’t take him long to reach his release either, and when he comes, a growl sounds from his throat before he collapses on top of me.

It’s fully dark now, the only sounds to be heard are the waves crashing on the shore mixed with our labored breathing. Teagan gently brushes my hair back before kissing me softly.

“That,” he whispers, “is how your first time should have felt.”