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She pulls me off her nipple and down to her lips. The kiss is frenzied as she moves her hips in tune to my thrusts, whimpering moans escaping and filling the air between us. She’s close, her core squeezing my fingers, and I’d give anything to be balls deep right now, feeling her pulse around my cock.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she pants, and then she tenses up. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she shakes around me, under me. Fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. She lays still, and I slide off the bed, pushing my pants down my legs and tossing my shirt on the floor. I pull a condom out and rip the foil, rolling it down my hard length.
She blinks at me through hooded eyes. When I crawl over her, I shift so my legs are between hers and place my arms on either side of her face. There’s fear and unease behind her darkened eyes.
“Lana, if you’re not ready, we don’t have to do this. There’s no pressure to do anything.” My dick brushes against her curls and she gasps.
She gathers her wits and speaks. “N-no. I want this. Just… go slow.”
I nod and run the top of my dick up and down through her slick heat. The bulbous tip finds her entrance, and I push gently until the head slips past her opening. She’s so tight and warm. I imagine this is what heaven is like. She gasps and locks her legs against my sides, squeezing her eyes shut, holding her breath.
“Lana, you have to relax. Breathe.” I pull my hips back and push forward again, torturously inching my way inside her.
“You’re too big,” she cries out. I still and reach my fingers between us to rub her clit. I want this too damn much, but I’m not going to force her to do anything. If she could just relax, I know she’d enjoy it.
“Focus on my fingers. Focus on the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach.” I press a little harder and circle my fingers a little faster.
She moans, and when I push this time, sinking deep enough to break through her barrier of innocence, her body accepts me. When she clenches around me, it takes everything in me not to come. She digs her nails into my back, and I hold still, giving her the time she needs to adjust to me. Her muscles clench around me as she gets used to me deep inside her.
“I’m okay. Please, move,” she says, releasing the death grip with her legs.
I give her a few shallow thrusts, letting her get used to the feeling of me inside her. She pulls my lips to hers and lifts her hips up, allowing me even deeper. We move as one, perfectly in sync.
“Touch yourself,” I groan, increasing my speed.
She does as I ask and reaches her fingers between us, playing with herself. It doesn’t take long before I feel her clenching around me, her orgasm on the precipice.
“Come on me,” I groan. My thrusts get sloppy as I work hard to hold back. She locks her legs around my waist, and I know the moment she comes. It sets off my own orgasm, and I thrust a few times, extending my own euphoria. I pant her name as I empty everything I have into her. I lay on top of her, the two of us still connected below the waist as she rubs my back.
I pull out and discard the condom in the bathroom, coming back with a wet washcloth to help her clean up. There is a small amount of blood on the sheets, and she looks ashamed. I pull her to me and kiss her.
“It’s fine. I’ll get new sheets sent over. Are you okay?”
She nods. “I’m a little sore, but I’m fine.” A giggle erupts from her, and before I know it, she’s full on belly laughing. “Holy crap. I can’t believe I did that. Is that how sex always is?”
“Not always. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
When she smiles, there are tears in her eyes. I wipe the water from under her lids and kiss her cheeks. I wish I could wrap my arms around her and hold her close, but we don’t have the time. I don’t know when her parents are going to be back, and I don’t want to get either of us in trouble. I’m already screwed with my dad’s ‘no sleeping with the guests’ rule.
Let’s just hope we don’t have another situation like Molly on our hands. I promised Lana’s dad I wouldn’t hurt her. Good thing I always keep my promises.
Chapter 23
Lana
Holy. Shit!
I’m not a virgin anymore.
I knew I wouldn’t be a virgin forever, but I never thought it would happen while I’m still in high school. He was so big, and it hurt, but then he started rubbing me and that pain transformed into pleasure. I wanted him deeper—harder. I wanted to feel him in my soul. Now, with him not in me, I feel empty. I want the feeling back.
When he pulled out and I saw the small amount of blood, I started to panic, but he was there to calm me down and bring me back to the here and now. I knew there was a possibility it would happen, but seeing it solidified what we’d done.
I pull on my skirt and a tank top. I’m afraid to have the extra friction from my shorts between my legs. I have stars in my eyes as I watch him pull his shirt over his muscular form and ruff his hair into a perfect bedhead style.
It’s really not fair.I find Mr. Book Boyfriend, but I can’t keep him. He’s mine for another week, and then I have to toss him back to the sea.
He’s not mine though, not really. This is a no strings attached arrangement. I’m not supposed to have feelings for him. Does he have feelings for me? I want to ask him so badly, but I fear the answer and what it might do to me if he doesn’t like me back.