I feel an orgasm begin to build inside me. I've had orgasms before, including an amazing one with Nate, but this one feels different. It's so powerful that it scares me. I bear down against it, holding my breath to keep it at bay. But everything Nate is doing is working against me. I feel his hands move to my breasts, and my back arches against the heat of his palms. He kisses my neck as I bend to him, and his cock finds new and untouched nerve endings to drive me to the edge.
“Oh, Nate, it's too much…” I breathe, opening my eyes. “I don't know if I can.” He slows down for a moment.
“Brynn, you're safe with me,” he murmurs, his dark eyes finding mine, tenderness and passion mixed in them. “You just have to let go. Let go with me.” He begins to speed up, but his eyes don't leave mine. I follow his advice, trying to let the orgasm take me rather than trying to control it. “Yes, yes, Brynn,” he grunts as my eyes roll back in my head.
He slams his hips into me now, driving his cock inside me. I hear myself begin to moan as though I'm outside of my own body. His torso lifts off of me and he thrusts in a little deeper. The slightly new angle is enough to push me right over the edge. I completely lose control, my body arching with spasms of its own accord. I can vaguely feel him bucking on top of me, his sweat dripping down onto my skin.
He collapses on top of me and I tuck my face into his neck. His body weight feels exactly right on top of me. I feel like I could stay like this forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I wake up to soft kisses on my cheek. My eyes flutter open in surprise.
“Mmm?” I murmur incoherently.
“You passed out,” I hear Nate whisper back. I realize he's still on top of me—and inside me.
“Oh, sorry,” I smile, blushing a bit. “I hope I didn't make too much noise.”
He grins. “Well, I think if they'd heard anything, we would have known about it by now.”
“How long was I asleep for?”
“Just twenty minutes or so. I was worried I was going to crush you.” He kisses my lips and then reaches down. I watch him hold the base of the condom as he pulls out of me. The sensation of him leaving my body is jarring, and I lay still for another minute, absorbing it, as he walks to the bathroom. He comes back with a couple of wet tissues and I sit up to take them from him.
“It's OK,” he says. “Lie back.” I obey, and feel him carefully wiping up the inside of my thigh, and then begin to giggle. He stops and looks at me with a confused frown.
“I'm sorry, I just—I never thought I'd be in this position with Nate Thornhill!” I explain. He shakes his head with a bemused grin as I continue to giggle.
“You bled a little, but it didn't get on the comforter. That would have been tough to explain,” he says as he returns to the bathroom.
“I could have just said I had my period,” I point out as I pull my comforter back and crawl underneath the sheets.
“Oh, I guess that's true,” he says, coming back and sliding into bed next to me.
“I can't believe I'm not a virgin anymore,” I grin as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. “I was beginning to think it would never happen.”
“So…you liked it?” he asks, running his fingers up and down my arm. I'm shocked to feel my body respond hungrily, as though I haven't just had a mind-blowing orgasm twenty minutes ago.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him. “What about me? Was I…”
“You were excellent,” he assures me. “It was different, though.”
“Different, how?” I ask, frowning.
He shrugs. “I usually don't really know the girls I sleep with. Or have feelings for them. Even the ones I get to know, because we're hooking up regularly, I'll end it when they get too clingy.”
A fissure of concern rises in my chest. “So…don't get clingy?”
“That wasn't a warning,” he says, turning to me with a smile. “Besides, I don't think of you as clingy. Stubborn, maybe.”
“Gee, thanks,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
“So, why did it never happen? Losing your virginity?” he asks, turning to me and resting his head on his elbow.
“Well, I guess it's not that surprising. I've never really dated. My first kiss was with this guy David in my junior year of high school. It was really fast. And gross. His tongue just sort of darted in and out of my mouth. And then senior year, and freshman year of college, a few guys took me out, but it never really went anywhere. I mean, they were fine, but I really wanted to dedicate myself to studying, and getting a scholarship and all that.”
“Did your mom put a lot of pressure on you to do well in school?”