Blake looms over me like a shadow, his broad chest striped with dark lines as I trace out his abs. He straddles me and unbuttons his jeans, opening them in the front. This is it. It's finally happening, and I have to resist the urge to send a text to Kaya and give her a play by play. All those daydreams, those nighttime fantasies are about to come true with Blake Daniels, the love of my life, inside of me where I've secretly wanted him all along.
Blake lies over me and crashes his mouth to mine. He dives into me with hot, hungry kisses that taste like sunshine and mint. Blake rides his hands up my shirt and cups my breasts in his hands, kneading them softly, making my entire body buck into his to pronounce the pleasure. A moan tries to roll from my throat, but I won't let it. I lean up and evict the sweater from me, right along with my bra. Blake catches my gaze in the dark with his chest panting, his eyes alive and smiling. He's on his hands and knees, and something about seeing him on all fours arouses me far more than I could ever imagine. I reach down and yank the jeans off his body, his boxers roll right off with them. Blake peels my skintight leggings off in one quick move, and I lie back completely bared to him for the very first time.
Blake rides his heated gaze over my body, and a tingle strums through me right down to my toes.
He touches his finger to his mouth, and I struggle to see his lips. "You are so beautiful." I like the way his chest vibrates with the words, the way it forces his breath to dance off my skin.
I toss my head back and give a soft giggle. My hand glides over his shoulders as I gently roll him over until he's lying on his back.
Blake is all man. His chest spans wide, and I take my time smoothing my hand from one end to the other. I trace down to his abs, then my eyes dip because I can't contain myself a second more, and there he is. He's long and hard, pointing toward the ceiling with a spear of flesh I've ached to see. I touch the tip then collapse my hand over him and stroke all the long way down. He's big. He's huge. Not that I have anything to juxtapose with, but seeing is believing. My vagina is asking not so subtly for me to run the other way.
"You are perfect," I whisper. "Your body is gorgeous." I try to steady the words, even and breathless.
Blake pulls me up to him, his entire face beaming as he presses his lips to mine. He rolls me over until I'm lying on the mattress and tucks his leg between my thighs. His hand slips down my hip then between my legs, and a heavy breath escapes me. He pulls back one more time and touches his lips.
"Hit me if I hurt you," he mouths. Blake mock slaps his face and nods. It dawns on me that he's probably asked girls that question a hundred times by whispering it in their ear. This is different for him. In a way, he's navigating uncharted waters just like me.
I pull his ear to my lips. "I'll make sure it hurts."
A laugh strums through him as he relaxes over me. My lips find his, and I lash out inside his mouth begging him to love me and not hold back. Blake's hand cups that heated part of me that's been working itself into a frenzy ever since we landed on this bed, and I move my hips into him encouraging Blake to have me any way he likes. Something in him loosens as he pins me beneath him with the weight of his body, spreading my limbs out over the cool sheets like a victory. His hard-on grazes my thigh, and I fight the urge to shift and land him inside me without any pomp or circumstance, or condom for that matter. His fingers glide over my wet folds, and I groan. Blake bites down over my lower lip and nibbles on my mouth as if starting in on dessert. Slowly he inserts a finger deep inside me, and I wrap my legs around his arm, fighting the urge to spasm into him. He presses in deeper still, moving in and out as I press my head into the pillow. My lashes flutter just enough to catch him watching me. Blake dots a kiss over each of my eyes as he leans to the dresser and comes back with a condom. He holds it up a moment for me to inspect before tearing the package open. He lands the tiny phlegm-like disc over himself and smooths it on. Blake reaches for my hand and places it over the soft skin just under his hard-on, and a groan vibrates through him. Blake Daniels' balls are a handful, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing and panting all at the same time. I'm delirious right now, filled with every emotion, so much so that my voice begs to be invited to the party. I'm so wet I've already soaked the bed. Blake's kisses grow more fervent. His hand lovingly rides up and down over that heated pool of wanting until I'm ready to jump out of my skin. My heart thumps so hard, it ricochets throughout my body with a fury, and I wonder if this intense pleasure has the power to kill me. I believe it does. I believe Blake holds my heart in his hands, and, if he's not careful with it, like my brothers swear he won't be, he just might cause my beating heart to stop. Blake pulls my thighs apart, landing my knees high up by my chest, exposing me wide. The cool night air brushes over me, and I can't stop looking right into Blake's reassuring eyes. He guides himself to me, and I can feel him there. My mouth opens as he navigates himself inside. He inserts the tip and nods, looking for approval. His eyes heavy and drugged with a mix of wanting permission and simply riding out a formality. I press my hand to his lower back and carefully invite him in. A slow burn rips through me, popping and stinging as if I were impaling myself with a lit sparkler from the Fourth of July. Kaya told me all about her first time in detail, and what I remember most is the fact she said it burned real good. If she hadn't said that-if I hadn't been paying attention, I would have thought Blake was tearing right through me. But that wouldn't have stopped me. Blake and I have dived into deep waters, and we need to cling to one another until we hit the surface again.
Blake plunges in until his body is pushed as far as it can go into mine. This, right here, is a beautiful moment. His chest hovers inches over my face, and I lean up to run my tongue along his heated flesh, kissing it before pressing him in even deeper. Blake rides in and out slowly at first then picking up speed, slamming into me until it feels as if I might break, and I want to. I want to shatter into a million pieces and float across the room. Blake has me reduced to molecules, reduced to primal urges that demand to be satisfied. I want this night to stretch out forever. I never want to leave his bed. Whitney Briggs, his garage-they can all find someone else to fill their voids. This is all Blake and I need to survive. At the least we should hole up in his bedroom for the next three weeks. A honeymoon adventure minus the wedding rings. Every part of me regrets making plans to go to my mother's of all places tomorrow. I want this all night-right through the weekend-until I'm forced to stare reality in the face. His movements quicken. Blake slips his hand between my legs and touches me there until I'm shaking in his palm. A cry begs to rip from my throat, but I swallow it down. Blake has the room spinning. Flashes of light explode in my mind's eye as I almost hit my peak. Blake moves his hand away, pumping himself harder and faster into my body before clutching onto me for dear life. I feel his violent panting as he shakes and trembles into me. He lands heavy over my body, heaving, his skin iced with perspiration. We lay like that a good few minutes just trying to catch our breath. His heart drums over mine, rivaling any song that's ever vibrated through my bones. This, right here, is the sweetest rhythm-the most beautiful music I can hear with my soul.
Blake pours heated wet kisses all over my face. His panting persists as he pulls back and examines me in this anemic light.
"You okay?"
I nod. "You didn't break me. I loved it," I whisper. "And I love you."
"Annie." He picks up my hand and lands it far above my head just loving me with the joy in his eyes as he watches me breathe. "Was that good for you?"
"Yes," I mouth. God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.
"Did you come?"
Did he just ask that?
I open my mouth uncertain how to answer.
"I'll take that as a no."
A sly smile glides up his cheek because I think he's about to rectify the situation.
Blake
Annie looks up at me with a laugh caught in her throat, but she suppresses it¸ lets it out lower than a whisper. We just rocked the bed and are gearing up for round two. Although I didn't take her all the way, I'm determined to change that. I know it's harder for girls. I know it's near impossible on the first try, but I want Annie to have that. My ego was hoping to gift it to her on the first go around.