My body tensed unbearably, and I arched my back in agony.
I climaxed on a pitiful, loud, incoherent moan, babbling about how good he made me feel. Waves of ecstasy overwhelmed my senses, and I had no choice but to ride them as Trace lapped at my orgasm like he was trying to savor every drop.
My hands fisted in his hair as I hung on, helpless against the spasms that exploded from my body while Trace wrung every drop of pleasure from me that he could get.
I had achieved release, but I wasn’t sated. I watched as he got up and tore off his jeans and boxer briefs, setting his engorged cock free.
I was a bit daunted as I stared at him, but I wanted him inside me worse than I’d ever wanted anything else in my entire life.
Trace fumbled in his wallet and tore out a condom, rolling it on in what I was sure had to be record time.
He came down between my open thighs and kissed me. I sighed into his mouth as our bare skin finally met and slid together, creating a sense of closeness that had my body starting to burn all over again.
My taste was on his lips, and that spurred me on. Right now, he was mine. I loved the fact that my scent was on him everywhere.
Tearing his lips from mine, he started a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded gruffly.
I obeyed, loving the feel of him trapped between my legs.
The feel of his cock straining for entrance into my body consumed me. I flinched as he pressed harder, trying to breech me.
“Fuck! You’re as tight as a virgin, Eva,” he said, his voice graveled and desperate.
“Trace, I am a virgin.” Maybe I should have told him before, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Shit! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” His expression was fierce, his stare accusing.
“Fuck me. It doesn’t matter.” I lifted my hips, wanting him buried inside me.
“It sure as hell does matter. Hold on to me. I can’t stop.”
I was already running my hands over his damp skin, caressing his back. I stopped and grasped his shoulders. “Do it. Please.”
Surging forward with a groan, he pushed his way through any barriers that would keep us apart and buried himself inside me. The pain was momentary and slight compared to the fullness and satisfaction I got from knowing he was connected so intimately to me. My muscles balked, and then gave way to his cock, relaxing as they lovingly enfolded him like a glove.
“So tight. So wet. So fucking hot,” Trace said huskily. “I’m never going to want to let you go.”
I knew he would let me go, but I’d worry about that later. Right now, all I wanted to do was experience my first taste of passion with Trace. He was the man I’d been waiting to give my untried body to, the man who could make me ache with desire. “Fuck. Me.”
He was clenching his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticking. I knew he was trying to gain control, and I didn’t want him to find it. I tightened my grip with my legs and grinded up against him.
“Hold it, Eva. I can’t take you like this. I need to be gentle.”
“Screw gentle,” I panted. “I need you, Trace. Please.”
My words seemed to encourage him, and he pulled himself almost out of my channel before he slammed back in. “I have no fucking control with you,” he growled.
He fucked me hard, then harder still, like his life depended on him giving me his cock. I reveled in the soreness, the testing of my muscles as they clenched around him. “Yes. No control. No mercy,” I urged, wanting him just as raw and untamed as he could be.
“I can’t wait,” he said with an urgent groan.
He pistoned in and out of me so hard and fast that my short nails were digging into the smooth skin of his back. I could feel my orgasm rising, bubbling eagerly to release. “Don’t wait,” I pleaded, needing to watch him come.
He surprised me when his hand slid between our bodies, his fingers searching. I imploded as he put pressure on my clit, forcing me to an explosive climax.
Heat raced through my body, and my channel clamped down on his cock as I rode the waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.
I watched his reaction as he came, his head back, groans of pleasure slipping from his lips as naturally as breathing. “You feel so good, Eva. I never want to fucking leave you.”
I never wanted him to go, but I knew I was just living in the moment. There was no other man I’d ever wanted to give my body to, and my first experience had been divine. I hadn’t been waiting for anyone in particular, just somebody who made me feel the way Trace did.
We stayed connected, the weight of his body heavy but welcome as we struggled to breathe in the aftermath of a stunning pinnacle I’d never reached before. Stroking the damp skin of his back, I lost track of time. My mind was still reeling when he finally began to leave, placing a quick but passionate kiss on my mouth before he freed himself from my clinging arms.