Page 68 of Unsupervised

“Kelly,” he breathes, when I tentatively lick around the head. Hmm. Not bad. I always thought it couldn’t taste good, but if anyone could, it’s Layton. Careful to tuck my lips around my teeth—I may have searched out a few tutorials weeks ago—I suck him, and judging by the sharp breaths and uttered curses, I’m not doing a bad job.

“Stop, baby.” He pulls my head back and kisses me hard. “That was fucking amazing, but I don’t want to come yet.”

Oh yeah, we still have a deflowering to get through.

He reaches into a backpack in the corner and pulls out the condoms and a small bottle of lube. “It’ll make it a little easier on you,” he says, when he notices I’m staring at it.

“I doubt I could get any wetter than you make me, but you’re the expert.” I stretch out on my back.

“Fuck, Kelly, you’re killing me.” The strained look on his face confirms it.

I watch as he rolls the condom on, then he moves his body over mine, not putting all his weight on me, but enough that I can tell I absolutely love the sensation. He kisses me again, and I’m so lost in him I barely notice he’s opened the lube until I feel him slide his coated fingers into me. He goes right for my spot and between the rub of those fingertips inside and his thumb outside, I’m shivering through an orgasm in under thirty seconds.

He shifts until his hips are lined up with mine and I can feel him prodding against me. Excitement wars with a little fear of the unknown, but I feel safe with him. I take a deep breath and force my muscles to relax.

His eyes are on mine. “Are you sure?”

I stare into the deep blues. “Yes. Areyousure?” I wasn’t the one who freaked out last time, after all.

“Fuck, yes. Spread your legs a little farther, baby.”

God, I’m surprised by the vulnerability I feel. It’s not like I wasn’t naked and being ate out in the woods just a few hours ago. Somehow, this is different. He moves his hips, working into me a little at a time.

It’s not the experience I’ve read about in romance books or seen portrayed in movies. They always seem to make it either a bloody massacre scene where the woman is speared with pain, or a momentary twinge followed by eight orgasms.

It hurts some, but it’s more of an ache as he moves deeper each time. It feels good and hurts in a strange way I can’t describe. Pausing, he looks into my eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, are you…all the way in?”

His grin is wicked. “Not quite. Try to relax a little, okay?” Shit, I was tensed up again. Closing my eyes, I try to relax, breathing in his scent. He smells like wood smoke and sweat. Amazing.

“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear and buries himself in me.

Okay that did hurt. But it’s already fading.

“Kelly, look at me, sweetheart.” Concern is written in every line of his face as he runs his fingers down my cheek.

“I’m good.”

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. His tongue parts my lips, and he kisses me as he pulls out and pushes back in. Oh, that feels better. My hips rise to meet his on the next stroke, and I feel him smile against my mouth.

It’s such a new, wonderful sensation of fullness and friction, and I don’t even know how else to describe it. His steady, slow strokes draw noises from me I’ve never made before. Our bodies grow sweaty and his damp hot skin against mine, his chest hair on my nipples, the flex of his biceps, all make the experience so much more than I could’ve anticipated.

It doesn’t take long for me to get sore, even with the lube, and he must notice. Leaning down for one more kiss, he speeds up for just a few more strokes, then goes still with a groan. God, his face when he comes. I want to take a picture and use it as the wallpaper on my phone.

After he disposes of the condom, he pulls me into his arms. “Are you okay?”

Snuggling into him, I bury my face in his neck. “Better than okay. That was…it felt amazing, but it was also…the sweetest thing. You made me feel so good when I expected to be scared.”

His hand runs through my hair. “Thank fuck because I was a nervous wreck.”

We both laugh, and I grin up at him. “Don’t tell me that was your first deflowering?”

“My secret is out.” We lie together for a few minutes until I sit up and reach for my clothes.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Peeing after sex is one thing that I know is a lesson inHow not to get a urinary infection 101.

He dresses quickly as well to walk down to the restrooms with me. When we start to climb out of the tent, I glance back at the blanket we were lying on. “Did I get blood everywhere?”