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Chapter Twelve

Knox

As I carry her to my bed, anxiety crawls through my chest. I haven’t been with a virgin since I was sixteen. Granted, I’ve gained more finesse and control since, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt her.

I lay her on the bed as her eyes scan the room, taking everything in at once. The bed is king-sized with a black comforter and sheet set. It’s new. I tossed out the one I had from when I was dating Madyson. I couldn’t guarantee she hadn’t used it with someone else when I was out of town. It was more likely to have happened than not.

The room is clean but stark with white curtains to frame the windows, matching the same color as the walls. Outside of the bed, the only furniture is two oversized dressers along the walls. I’ve never lived with a woman, so having a feminine tone was never important.

“Your place is nice.” She rolls onto her side and leans up on her elbow as I toss my shirt behind me. “I’m about ready for that tour, but first….” She bites her lips together. “I want to see all of you.”

I clasp the waistband of my shorts as she uses my words against me. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She glares and crawls on her hands and knees to stop in front of me. “You aren’t going to deny me the pleasure of seeing you, are you? You’ve seen all of me. It seems selfish for you to keep things from me.”

“Well, I can’t be selfish.” I tilt my head and drop my shorts to the floor as my cock bounces against my abdomen. Her eyes widen and skate over me.

“Wow.” She reaches out but stops inches away from my straining erection. “Can I touch you?”

“Yeah, please do.” I hold my breath as her fingers stroke along the rigid veins of my shaft. My dick jerks toward her as if he has a mind of his own. Not that his mind and my mind don’t want the same things because they do. She grabs my erection and strokes up and down, testing for the right pressure and rhythm.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “I can’t take much more of that.”

“Really?” Her innocent eyes almost do me in until she leans forward and engulfs my cock into her warm mouth.

“Yes, really.” I grab her head and slowly control her movements, showing her how to take me deeper but without causing her to gag. The cool air of the bedroom blows against my saliva-covered flesh. I shiver over the contrast in temperatures. I love everything about her.

Shit. It’s too fucking soon. Her tongue swirls over the seam of my cock. Fuck. I don’t care. She’s, my endgame.

She hums as she sucks me off. The added vibration goes straight to my aching balls as they tighten in anticipation.

“Stop.” I pull her back, making a loud popping sound when her lips leave my flesh.

She licks her lips. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, honey. You did everything right, but I don’t want to come in your mouth the first time. I want to be inside of you, but I’m worried I’m going to hurt you.” I crawl onto the bed, making the mattress dip under my weight. She scrambles backward, giving me room.

When we’re lying side by side, facing each other, she rubs her hand over my abdomen as if she’s going to grab my cock again. “Would you prefer I wasn’t a virgin?”

“No,” I growl and grab her hand. “I’m glad no one else has touched you. You’re all mine.” I press her into the mattress and lie on top of her with her legs on either side of my hips. “No one else touches you–ever.”

“No one will.” She laces her hands through my hair as I brace my elbows and forearms on either side of her.

“I’m serious.” I grind against her belly. “No one else will touch you.”

“I promise. I’ll never be with anyone but you.”

“That’s the right answer.” She arches into me, tipping her pelvis upward. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”

“I trust you.” She nods.

I grasp my cock and ease into her opening, slowly pushing forward, allowing her body to accept me. When I breached her opening, her eyes widened, but she didn’t flinch.

Once I’m fully surrounded by her, I stare into her eyes, waiting to see if she’s in pain.

As she adjusts to my length and girth, she shudders. “I’m good.”

I lower down until our mouths are merged. When her tongue strikes against mine, I groan deep into her depths. I want to go slow, to be gentle, but I can barely breathe or think. Slow. This is for her–not you. I ease in and out of her, relishing the feel of her body sucking at me.

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