I’d never felt more like a woman before.
When I looked up into his face, he was looking down at me.
“Hi,” I breathed.
He didn’t say anything.
He just leaned in and kissed me. His lips were so soft. His tongue was warm and strong as he thrust it into my mouth and lapped it against mine. His skin was smooth without his beard, but already a little rough with stubble.
I loved everything about it.
Xander Rush was pure walking sex, and I loved it all.
I moaned without even meaning to.
Then his lips slid away. He just looked at me.
He still didn’t say anything.
“The anticipation is killing me,” I said, giggling nervously.
“I don’t think anticipation ever actually killed anyone,” he murmured. His lips brushed mine. Then he hiked me up on his hips, wrapping my legs around him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he carried me to the bed—while kissing me softly.
He set me on my feet by the bed for a moment, while he tore off the blankets. Then he scooped me up again and laid me down on the bed, still wet from the bath.
Then he started to pull away and my hips bucked off the bed, trying to go with him.
“Patience,” he whispered.
Then he slid his big hands down to my hips—and gently flipped me over on my stomach.
“Uh… what’s happening?”
He kind of chuckled.
Was he actually planning to fuck me from behind? Because I wasn’t really down with that. Not the first time, anyway. Something told me that would hurt, a lot. And be kind of… weird. Like I wouldn’t be able to see his face.
But he slid his warm hands gently up my back and said, “I’m giving you a massage.” His hands smoothed over my shoulders, and I relaxed.
“Oh…”
Then he proceeded to run his strong, capable hands over my shoulders, my neck, my back… kneading my muscles, gently, until I felt like a warm noodle. All limp and soft.
I felt the bed dip as he shifted closer. He leaned over me and I felt his heat, hovering. He started kissing me as he went… running his tongue over my skin and nibbling a little. Rubbing my shoulder, then kissing me there… Rubbing the base of my neck, then kissing me there…
Then all the way down my spine, until I arched my back into his touch. My whole core was throbbing with the anticipation, with the need to be touched.
But he didn’t touch me there.
He massaged his hands over my lower back, and when he kissed the base of my spine, my hips lifted off the bed.
“Oh, yesss…” I sighed. Damn, that felt good.
Then he ran his hands down over my ass, cupping my cheeks a little… and slipped his fingers between my legs. I cried out a bit and bit my lip. He caressed the soft insides of my thighs and I lifted my hips toward him, wanting more…
But it was just a tease. He didn’t touch my pussy. He just rolled me gently over again.
I lay on my back, looking up at him. He knelt over me, his knees planted on either side of my hips. Naked. It wasn’t exactly bright in here. There was just the one lamp turned on, somewhere on the other side of the room… but I could see everything.
He was still hard.
He looked down at me from heavily lidded eyes. He ran his hands gently up my waist and cupped my breasts, squeezing.
“Uh…” I wriggled beneath him as the desire that was overtaking my body flooded me in urgent waves. He massaged my breasts, slowly, and I struggled for words. “How long can you stay hard like that?”
“As long as it takes.”
Then he leaned down and licked my left nipple, and I shivered.
He shifted to lie down next to me. He propped himself up on one elbow and ran the other hand over my body. Sort of massaging as he went, sort of just exploring… The curve of my hip… the curves of my waist… His eyes moved from my body to my face, like he was reading my reactions.
Then he started kissing my body again. Every time his hand moved to another area, he leaned in and kissed where it had just been.
My fingers dug into the sheet beneath me.
“Um… what should I be… doing?” I breathed.
“Relaxing,” he murmured, just as his hand found my breast and gently squeezed again. He leaned in and lapped his tongue, slowly, over my nipple… and a rush of tingles swept through me.
Relaxing?
Right…
Then he lowered his mouth over my nipple and started sucking on it, and my whole body tensed.
Holy crap.
I squirmed beneath him, panting. He calmly played with my nipple… licking, sucking… until the other nipple was humming, begging for attention. And it was like he could read my mind. Or maybe my body… Because while he sucked on the first one, his hand slid over to the other breast and squeezed.
Then he lifted himself a bit and shifted over me, and sucked my other nipple into his mouth.
Oh, God… Xander was sucking on my breasts.
I almost couldn’t stand it.
How was he so calm?
Sure, his dick was rock hard. I could feel it pressing into my hip. He was breathing slow but deep, and his body was hot against mine.
But I was squirming all over the place, practically hyperventilating.
Why wouldn’t he just fuck me already? I was dripping wet. My whole pussy was throbbing, and I could feel the slippery warmth between my legs as I squirmed.
He shifted to reach for something on the bedside table. I heard his keys and stuff moving around. Then I saw the condom packet in his hand.
He knelt up over me and looked at me, like he was checking if this was okay, and I licked my lip involuntarily—like the condom was pure chocolate and I was starving. Which was probably the world’s least subtle way of consenting to this.
He ripped the packet open and smoothed the condom down over his dick with his hands. Which must’ve felt good, because his mouth fell open.
I squirmed with need. I’d never known seeing a guy so aroused could make me so aroused.
Again, he seemed to know what I needed and slid his hand down… between my legs. He cupped my pussy, and started slowly massaging me there.
I couldn’t stand it.
It was so different than when I touched myself there. Better. More exciting, because he was in control of it. I never knew exactly what he was going to do next, how firmly or how softly he was going to touch… and it was driving me crazy with desire. I whimpered. My body was starting to shake involuntarily as he leaned down over me and kissed me in the middle of my chest.
My breathing was all shuddery and desperate…
And there was that terrible, needy ache rising in my core.
I felt empty.
I wanted him to fill me up.
“Is this… like a bandage situation?” I asked him, giggling weirdly. I barely recognized the sound of my own voice, all husky and strange. I’d never been turned on the way he could turn me on. “Like the faster we just rip it off, the better?”
“I don’t know,” he said, kissing his way around my left breast at an insanely leisurely pace.
“What do you mean? How can you not know…?”
“Well,” he said dryly, “I’ve never been a chick…”
“Right. But… didn’t you, I don’t know… talk to the other girls? Like, didn’t they tell you how it felt?”
He glanced up into my eyes. “Other girls…?”
“You know. The other virgins.”
He kissed his way around my nipple in a slow circle, making me wait for his response. “What other virgins?”
“The other virgins you had sex with.”
He just looked up at me and kept kissing my breast.
“You know,” I said. “Before this…”
He said nothing. Just swiped his tongue, slowly, around my nipple.
“Wait. You never had sex with any other virgins, before this?”
“No
pe.”
I stared at him. “Like… even when you were one?”
“Even when I was one.” He kissed his way slowly up my chest toward my neck.
“Oh.” I didn’t really know what to do with that information. I was kinda… shocked. “Um. Well… that’s cool? Like, this is kinda your first time, too, then. I mean, not your first time at sex, but your first time at… something.” God, I was nervous. I was totally babbling.
“I guess so.”
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him a little closer. “I think I like it. Being your first.” I whispered in his ear, “Your first virgin. I’m deflowering you.”
He chuckled.
“What?” I teased. “You can only have one first time, you know.”
He looked at me then, with humor, and such… tenderness? And I melted all over in this molten rush of lust and affection.
“That’s true.”
His hand was still between my legs. I’d kind of gotten used to the rhythm of it. But then he delved his fingers down and caressed my opening… and my pussy squeezed.
I almost bit my tongue.
But he didn’t push inside me.
“So… should we just… do it now?”
“Do what?” His face was close to mine, and his eyes were dark with lust… but he still didn’t seem to be in any hurry.
Was he going to make me say it again?
“You know… rip off the bandage.”
He looked deep in my eyes. That searching, assessing look of his…
Then he withdrew his hand from between my legs. He settled his knees between mine and spread my thighs apart with his weight.
Holy shit. He was huge. And so strong.
This is happening.
I was about to lose my virginity.
To Xander.
He lowered himself over me and his mouth met mine. I kissed him back. I felt his cock digging into my thigh, and my pulse slammed through my body.
He reached down and grasped his dick, angling it between my legs. I felt the head nudge against me and I sucked in a breath. I wrapped my thighs tightly around his waist, holding on.
“Breathe…” he said. “Just take a breath, sweetheart.”
I tried to. I tried to relax… but I was too excited. Nervous.
Scared.
I tried to brace myself, somehow… but he didn’t push into me.
“Please,” I moaned. “Just put it in.”
“Going to…” he muttered. Then he kissed me again. Slow. Hot.
He still didn’t fuck me, though.
I stopped kissing him. “I don’t think I like the element of surprise here.”
“Just try to relax,” he said. “You’re all tense.”
“I’m fine.”
“Maybe you need another massage…”
“Fuck that.”
He chuckled again. Was this amusing to him?
“Just fuck me. You’re a tease, Xander Rush.”
“So impatient…” he teased, and kissed me again, harder. His tongue lapped against mine. Slow. Aggressive. I could feel that kiss all the way to my toes.
I pulled away again. “Now.”
“Soon,” he whispered.
“Let’s do a countdown?” I whispered back.
“Let’s not.”
“Come on! Get ready. Five, four—”
He shoved into me. I cried out, a kind of gasp-scream, and he stopped.
We’d both gone totally still. I gasped for breath. I was in shock, maybe.
He was in me, though. Definitely.
I squirmed a bit. Feeling weirdly… impaled.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“Uh…”
“Bad?” He kinda froze and studied my face.
“No. Oh, God. Not bad. Just… weird.”
“Weird?”
“So… Wow. That’s so… erotic.” The word just fell out of my mouth. I didn’t know what else to call it.
He was inside me. His whole, big, long…
“You’re… inside me,” I breathed.
His face softened. Not quite a smile… Relief? He dipped his head and kissed me, softly this time. His tongue filled my mouth and swept against mine again. He kept kissing me, slowly, and my whole body relaxed, gradually. My core seemed to relax, too.
Then he lifted his hips and started fucking me, just as slowly, pulling almost out and then easing back in.
He broke our kiss, but his face was so close to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face. Each time he pushed inside, it felt like he went just a little deeper. Each time, I hissed out a breath. Pain, sort of. Pressure. Warmth.
Lust.
And something… awkward.
He didn’t fit right.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“Good. Yeah, just…”
“More?”
“No.” Oh, God. Was there more? Like more of him? “Um… not more. Just… like that.”
He kept fucking me, in a slow, steady rhythm.
He groaned a little in his throat.
I clung to him all over, like that would make it hurt less or something. Or like I could control it. But he was way too strong. Too heavy. I was just trying to keep up, to process everything.
“You ready for more?”
More??
Jesus… What more? I could barely take what was happening right now.
“Oh my God, Xander. Are you bigger?”
“I can go deeper. I’m gonna…”
“Wait—”
He shoved in—and slid right into place somehow.
Holy. Christ.
He felt… deep. There was pressure deep inside, where he hit my womb or something. His body was tight against mine. His balls pressed against me. Everything felt achy and strange.
But… the fit was better.
“Ah, God. That’s even better.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm. Give me more.”
He pulled out a bit and thrust back in. When I nodded for him to keep going, he got into a slow rhythm, pumping his hips against me. Filling me. It was kind of… ow. But it felt right at the same time.
So good.
“Good?”
“Huhhhh,” I breathed.
“Yeah. You like that…?”
“Uhhh,” I gasped. “I like…”
“Mmm.” He groaned, and lowered his head to kiss my neck. He laid kisses one after another up my throat… under my ear.
“Is that… good for you?” I asked.
“So good.”
“Yeah…? Tell me…”
“Feels… fucking… amazing,” he groaned between kisses.
“Say dirty stuff to me,” I panted.
He looked at me, propping himself up a bit on his elbows. And even as he kept fucking me, slowly, he said, “You don’t want to know the shit that’s in my head right now, sweetheart.”
“I do.”
“Yeah? Be careful what you ask for…”
“I asked for this…” I said, running my hands down his body, shyly. The curve of his back, the dimples in the muscle where his lower back met his ass, the thick muscles of his butt. “And it’s… awesome.”
He groaned. “You know we really shouldn’t be doing this.” His eyes moved down my face to my chest. He didn’t stop fucking me, though.
“I don’t care.”
His eyes met mine. “I don’t care, either.”
“Good. Tell me more.”
“I love that hungry look on your face right now,” he said. “Like you can’t get enough. Even if it hurts.”
“I don’t care if it hurts.”
“You want more?”
“Yeah. I want more.”
He reached down and grabbed my hips, lifting my butt off the bed a bit and angling my hips so that he rubbed against me better, every time he thrust in—and kind of churned his hips against me.
Holy God… That was…
“Better?”
“How do
you do that? Holy shit, you’re good at that.”
“Mmm. Glad you like it…”
“I love it. Don’t stop.”
“I love the way you feel…”
“Yeah?”
“I love that this is the first cock you’ve ever had in your body.”
Okay, that was dirty.
“You do…?”
“It fucking turns me on.”
Then suddenly he pulled himself upright, dragging me with him by the hips. My shoulders were still on the bed, my back arched, and he shoved his knees further under my thighs. He knelt there on his spread knees, with my legs around him, his dick in me. I just lay there, spread wide, with my hips propped up on his thighs.
“What are you doing…?” I protested, reaching for him. “Don’t stop.”
He just pressed his hand low on my belly and rubbed my clit with his thumb. “I’m gonna make you come,” he said. “I want you to feel my cock inside you when you go off. Just get used to this feeling…”
Oh… yeah. I could get used to this.
I could feel him seated deep inside me. The pleasure built beneath his thumb, fast—and it really didn’t take long to get there, with him looking at me like that. I could feel my body gripping his dick as the pleasure suddenly peaked, tearing through me. I gasped and kinda thrashed around as my pussy squeezed him.
“There you go, baby,” he murmured. “Yeah… good girl.”
I cried out as the pleasure rippled through my body. But I couldn’t see. It was all just a blur of light and dark… And his body above mine.
His eyes on mine…
That was all I could see.
Him.
He kept rubbing my clit until the little bursts of pleasure faded and I went all limp.
Then he pulled out.
“What…?!” I protested.
He chuckled. “I don’t want to make you too sore,” he said, shifting to lie beside me. He lay on his side, facing me.
I groaned helplessly. “I’m already sore.”
“Touch me,” he said. Then he took my hand in his and laid it on his hard dick. He’d already peeled off the condom.
I gripped him automatically and started sliding my hand up and down. He was all slippery. The tip of his dick was leaking, and I smeared the wetness all around… it worked pretty well as a lube.
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