Hot as Puck(52)

I curse, but I can’t resist the instinctive urge to rock my hips forward, driving to the end of her. Libby whimpers in response, and her thighs stiffen against mine, making me feel like absolute shit even as my cock celebrates finally being buried balls-deep in this woman.

I fist my hands in the sheets near her face and clench my jaw, fighting to hold still. All my body wants to do is move, to drive in and out of Libby’s tight heat—God, she’s tight, so fucking tight—until we both lose our minds with pleasure, but clearly Libby isn’t enjoying this. Her eyes are closed, and she’s biting her bottom lip, and the warm, pliant woman who welcomed me into her arms is now stiff and guarded, her body language making it clear this isn’t nearly as much fun as she thought it would be.

All the signs are there, the signals so clear even an idiot could read them. It normally doesn’t take me long to put context clues together and come to logical conclusions, but I’m so positive that Libby would never lie to me that it takes nearly a minute for the truth to penetrate.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your first time, Libs?” I shake my head as her eyes slowly blink open.

“I was going to. But I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” She swallows. “And I guess I was sort of hoping you wouldn’t notice?”

“Not notice that you’re a virgin?”

Her lips curve in a weak smile. “Well, not anymore…”

My breath rushes out. “What about Brett? You made it sound like you two—”

“I know, but we never did,” she says, guilt creeping into her eyes. “We got close. Sort of. But we didn’t.”

I scowl down at her as I drop my hand to her hip, squeezing her curvy flesh tight as I fight to hold still. Unfortunately, the fact that she misled me is doing nothing to cool my need to pump in and out of the pussy gripping me like a fist. Sweat is breaking out between my shoulders, and my balls are pulsing, demanding I move, but I hold still, refusing to hurt Libby more than I have already.

That’s what makes me angry. Not the lie, but that I ended up hurting her because I was in the dark.

“You should have told me,” I say. “I could have gone slower. I could have made sure it didn’t hurt. Or at least not so much.”

“I’m okay,” she whispers. “I promise, Jus. It’s not that bad.”

“I wanted our first time to be a hell of a lot better than not that bad.”

“It is.” Her fingertips trail down my back to my hips and up again, making my cock twitch inside her. “It’s incredible. Even though it stings, it feels so good to have you inside me. I promise.”

“And I promise that I’m going to make it feel even better. But I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything,” she says, with a sincerity that makes my heart do more of that aching, overflowing thing it’s been doing since I kissed her in Edna’s kitchen. I don’t know what I did to deserve to be the first man to make love to her, but I’m going to make this good for her or die trying.

I lean down, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Close your eyes.” When she obeys, I whisper against her skin, “Now concentrate on your breath the way we did the other day. Long easy inhalations, and as you exhale imagine the tension leaving your body in little puffs of smoke.”

Her eyebrows lift, but her eyes remain closed. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” I say.

“Is meditation during sex a thing?”

“No, it’s not a thing,” I say, frustration edging into my tone. “But if you don’t relax, I’m going to keep hurting you, Libby, and I hate hurting you. Seriously hate it. So can you just humor me for a minute?”

“Yes, I can.” Her fingers skim up my back to my shoulders. “But please don’t feel bad. I know you would never hurt me on purpose. You’re one of the sweetest, kindest people I know.”

“Are you breathing? I don’t hear any breathing.”

Her lips curve. “I can still tell what you’re thinking, you know. Even with my eyes closed. Being sweet and kind isn’t something to be embarrassed about.”

“I’m not embarrassed, I’m hard.” I cup her breast in my hand, brushing my thumb across her nipple. “I’m rock-hard, and I’m buried inside a beautiful woman who won’t stop talking and breathe so I can get her relaxed and ready for me to make her come again. It’s very frustrating, Libby.”

“I thought you liked it when I talked.” Her voice hitches as I roll her nipple between my fingers and thumb.