“You’re so fucking wet,” Erick rasped into her ear. “And burning up inside.” He slid his arm under her to hold her hard against his chest. She felt weak in his arms, weak and faint and small. She liked it. He pumped his hips into hers, pushing his cock deeper. Gasping she dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she pushed back against him. She didn’t want him inside her. She needed him inside her. It was life or death. At least, it felt like it in the moment.
“That’s it,” he said as he thrust into her again. “Show me how much you want it. Show it to me, beautiful.”
She opened her legs wide, dug her heels into the bed and pushed up and up against him as he bore down on her, thrusting harder, pounding her like he’d warned her he would. It was hard sex, not rough but she definitely felt everything all the way into her stomach. With him on top of her and his arms around her, holding her so tightly she felt like a princess in a book, being taken and ravished and used by some sort of barbarian warrior.
And she loved it.
He had her pinned down, nailed to the bed. She couldn’t escape, couldn’t move anything but her arms and her hips. And the best part was she didn’t want to escape, didn’t want to move from him. She just wanted to lie here underneath him and let him fuck her for the rest of her life.
She tried to tell him but he had something to say instead.
“Your pussy’s so tight it feels like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“I haven’t.”
Erick froze midthrust and looked down at her.
“Don’t stop,” she said, wrapping her legs around his thighs to hold him inside her. “Please, please, please don’t stop.”
“Not stopping,” he said. “Not ever.”
He kissed her mouth and she couldn’t help but sigh with relief when he started to move inside her again. At first he was careful with her, too careful, like he was afraid to hurt her. She didn’t want that. She wanted it like it was before. She lifted her hips again into his, letting him know with her body how much she wanted what he had to give her. He took the hint and thrust a little harder, then a little harder than that. She had to say something. If she were him, she’d be silently freaking out, so she had to tell him something to make him relax and enjoy it again as much as he had before.
“I wanted it to be just like this,” she said.
“Like how?” he asked.
“Everything you do feels so good to me.”
“Does this feel good?” he asked as he slowly pulled his cock out to the tip and thrust it back in.
“Yes... Again...”
He pulled back out to the tip, thrust in again, back out, in again, pausing before each thrust, making her wait for it, making her miss it inside her before giving it back to her.
“I want you to come for me,” he said. “I want to feel it on my cock. Can you come? Are you close?”
Her thighs were tight as knots and her lungs burned and every time he entered her, her vagina clenched down onto him.
“So close,” she said, nodding against his shoulder.
“Good. Come for me, then, baby. I need you to come for me.”
He needed her to come for him... It should have intimidated her, but it didn’t. He wanted her to orgasm as much as she did.
Erick released his rough hold on her to give her more room to move underneath him. She clutched the sheets in her fingers as he braced himself over her, his hands on either side of her shoulders. Where their bodies met and joined, she felt the most deliciously intense pulsing sensation, a rhythmic throbbing that she wanted to feel forever. He drove into her with long thrusts designed to draw every bit of pleasure out of the movement as possible. Each penetration grazed her clitoris and each withdrawal left her aching for the next thrust. It was happening; she was there, so close. Yes, this is how she wanted it to happen, how she’d always wanted it. It felt so natural, so right, so sexual and sensual and erotic. She didn’t feel nervous anymore. She didn’t feel scared. She felt filled up and open and wet. It burned but it didn’t hurt. She couldn’t get enough of Erick, enough of his cock. Writhing beneath him, Clover felt the most incredible tightening, like someone had wrapped a rope around her hips and pulled it taut and tight and tauter until it was ready to snap.
She heard Erick’s breathing, heard him say her name, heard him say “fuck” a few times. She’d never found that word very sexy until it came from his mouth while he was in her body with nothing between them but his own T-shirt he’d given her to wear. She would keep this shirt until she died. He could have it back over her dead body and not a second sooner.
It was everything she’d always wanted it to be. The bed rocked beneath them and Erick put his entire body into fucking her so that she felt his every breath and his every thrust. The headboard rattled against the wall and she moved under him and with him, taking every inch of his cock into her. She was so wet it didn’t even hurt, not one bit. Thirty years of pent-up need and desire and dreaming of being taken like this peaked in one perfect moment. With her eyes closed and her head back and her hips hovering inches off the mattress, she came hard, her inner muscles contracting in sharp spasms that left her panting and dizzy.
Erick’s fingers were in her hair and he tilted her head back even farther. He kissed her throat, thrust in hard and came inside her. She could tell he was coming because he went silent, completely silent for the first time since penetrating her.
He lay on top of her and breathed into her ear while she sleepily kissed his naked shoulders, his neck, his chest. Good thing the lights were off so he couldn’t see what she knew was a stupid-looking grin on her face. She felt drunk, tired, happy and sore, and she loved all of it.
Erick slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. He took a heavy breath.
“Well...” he said.
“Well?”
He rolled onto his side and draped his arm over her stomach.
“That was unexpected.”
“Imagine how I feel,” she said.
“I am. Can I ask you one question?”
“Go ahead,” she said. She’d expected more than one question. One question only was getting off easy.
“Why the hell were you still a virgin at thirty? And why didn’t you tell me before I pounded you into the bed?”
“That’s two questions.”
“One’s a follow-up to the first one. Two-parter.”
“Can I ask you a question first?” she asked.
“Ask.”
“Are you mad at me?”
5
ERICK COULDN’T BELIEVE his ears. Mad at her? Mad at her? Why the hell would he be mad at her?
“In what universe would a man be mad at the woman he’d just had incredible sex with?” he asked. “Tell me what universe so I know never to go there.”
“So you aren’t mad?”
“Of course I’m not mad. Surprised? Yes. Not mad.”
Clover sighed, her relief palpable.
“Good. I probably should have told you but I got caught up in the moment. It was a good moment.”
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” He touched her face, traced her smile. He was glad to see that smile. He’d never been with a virgin before and, as he was thirty-eight years old, he really hadn’t expected this situation to come up. He didn’t quite know how to feel about it other than happy he’d left her smiling. “So...any reason you want to share with me why you’ve never had sex before tonight?”
“It wasn’t for lack of trying, I promise. And I’ve had some sex. Just not the big one.”
“I can’t imagine why someone as pretty as you, as smart as you, as together as you, never...unless you didn’t want to.”
“I wanted to. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Clover,” he said, shaking his head and laughing softly. “I’m naked. My semen is inside you. And you just had sex for the first time in your life—with me. I think it’s safe to say we are way past being embarrassed with each other right now?”
“I had no idea there would be so much of it.” She glanced under the sheet as if inspecting her wet thighs. “Like...a pint.”
“That’s been building up awhile. Stay there. I’ll get a towel.”
He left her in the bed and went into the bathroom. She had a stack of pretty white washcloths on the towel rack. Probably too nice to use for postcoital cleanup but that’s what washing machines were invented for. He soaked the cloth in warm water, rung it out and brought it back to the bed. He switched on the lamp and found Clover looking sleepy, blissful, adorably rumpled and thoroughly, thoroughly fucked.
“I can do it,” she said.
“You can do it but I want to do it,” he said. “We’re getting to know each other. Let me see you.”
He pulled the covers down her body and he could sense her tensing. Gently he pushed her knees apart and even more gently he wiped his semen off her and out of her.
“No blood,” he said. “That’s good. I was a little rough there. Sorry.”
“I liked it.”
“You liked it rough?”
“I liked it with you,” she said.
“And I liked it with you. I very much like this.” He opened her up with his fingers a little wider and looked at her open body. “You’re beautiful here. But you’re beautiful everywhere.”