“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. I know this is a big step, but I want you so much. Seeing you in my bed like I’ve fantasized about for months, I’ve never been this hard in my life. It’s better than I ever imagined.”
“Oh, Gabe,” I sighed. “I want this. With you. Now.”
“I’m so fucking lucky it’s me,” he groaned. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve the gift of your cherry, but I swear I’ll do whatever it takes for you to never regret this moment.”
All of my nerves disappeared at his vow. My fingers digging into the blanket underneath me, I lifted my hips up a little, making his cock slip further inside me. Even though I’m soaking wet, he barely moved an inch. I was so damn tight around him.
“You ready?”
“Yes.” My sigh turned into a hiss when he plunged deep without any warning.
“So fucking tight,” Gabe groaned. Holding himself stiffly above my body, he gave me a moment to adjust to his invasion. “Did I hurt you?”
“I think I’m okay.” My voice has a slight wobble to it, and I gripped his ass when he started to pull back. “No, don’t leave me. My cherry’s officially popped and I want the pleasure that follows the pain.”
“You ready for me to move, sweetheart?” he asked.
I shimmied my hips a little, feeling incredibly full but not in pain. “So ready,” I breathed.
Leaning farther down, he slid his hands under my body until he gripped the back of my neck, my body flush against his. “Much better.”
He pulled out and plunged back in on a hard stroke, and a low moan escaped my lips. I slid my hands up his back and held on as he picked up speed. Cocking my legs up, knees bent, my toes curled into the mattress. I was already close to the edge, and each thrust of his hips sent a shock of pleasure up my spine.
“I’m so close.” My whole body was clenched around his. My hips slammed up to meet his thrusts, and I dug my nails into his back as I hung suspended on the edge.
“Come for me now,” he whispered, his finger slipping between our bodies to circle my clit. The combination sent me over, and I started to come. I hung on to Gabe limply while he continued to pound into me until he finally jerked against me and gripped my hips tightly. I felt the heat of his come jetting into me as he found his own orgasm. When his shudders died down, he slipped out of me and collapsed onto the bed at my side.
“Wow,” I muttered a few minutes later, once I’d managed to regain my breath.
“If I made you lose the power of speech, then I guess the deflowering was a success.”
I swatted at his shoulder, but my arm felt like a limp noodle. I missed my mark and ended up resting my arm on his belly instead. “I should have guessed you were a smartass.”
“It’s not like I have the chance to act like one in class. The college would frown upon that kind of behavior from one of their professors.”
I laughed, thinking about how they’d react to the sight of the two of us in bed together. Being a smartass would be the last of Gabe’s worries if I decided to start back as a grad student in the fall, but that wasn’t something I wanted to think about right now. “From your books.”
He shifted on the bed, pulling me into his arms so I faced him while he stared into my eyes. “You read my work?”
“Every single word. More than once,” I admitted. “It was the only way I could feel close to you.”
His expression filled with pleasure. “Damn, sweetheart. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”
He went about showing me how much my reading his books meant to him. Twice.
Chapter 8
Gabe
I was already awake when my alarm went off in the morning. I’d been laying there with Charlotte draped over me, running my fingers through her honey-blonde hair, and listening to her even breaths. I’d never felt such contentment before, and I refused to lose it. I needed a plan to make sure I would have this forever.
Charlotte stirred and the movement pushed her soft tits against my chest. The leg she had thrown over mine shifted, brushing across my groin. My cock was already half hard with her naked body practically glued to mine, but now it was standing at full attention. She moaned as she stretched.
“Are you sore, sweetheart?” I asked gently, turning on my side so we faced each other.
Her lashes lowered over her chocolaty eyes, and her cheeks tinged pink. “A little.”
I lifted her chin with a single finger. “I like to look into your beautiful eyes when you talk to me, sweetheart.” I waited for her nod of agreement. “There is no reason for you to be embarrassed. You were bound to be tender this morning. I probably shouldn’t have taken you so hard the second time, but I can’t seem to control myself with you.”