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I know that love isn’t always perfect, but my mother told me it was worth fighting for. So, I grew up thinking I’d find my own happily-ever-after. That I would find a man to love me, cherish me, and who’d want to spend the rest of his life by my side.
That’s until my dreams got shattered by my father.
Playing with the ends of my hair, I meet Dion’s gaze. “I’m a virgin,” I repeat.
“What the fuck, Aria? Couldn’t you have said so before I stuck my dick inside you? No wonder you’re so goddamn tight,” he argues, though it’s not anger lacing his tone but apprehension. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
My heart flutters, his concern catching me off guard. No one takes the time to ask about my well-being anymore. Dion cares enough to worry about me, which reaffirms that I made the right decision.
“I didn’t know how to tell you,” I say, honestly.
Dion scoffs, voice rising. “Why the fuck would you let me do this, Aria?”
“Don’t yell at me,” I snap, but I can’t hide the hint of hurt in my tone.
He runs a hand through his short, brown hair. “Gamoto, Signómi. I just can’t believe you’d let me take your virginity,” he says, as if it’s a terrible thing, and my vulnerability makes way to anger.
“Is the thought of fucking a virgin that bad?” I spit. “Would you have said no if I told you?”
“That’s what you took from what I said?” A wave of hysterical laughter overtakes him, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Come on, Aria. We could’ve at least had a conversation about it.”
“I didn’t want to talk about it, Dion. It’s my decision.” How dare he…
He braces his arms on each side of my body and leans down, a menacing look on his face. “No, little liar. It’s our decision. As much as I fucking love the idea of taking your virginity, it would’ve been fair for me to have known at least.”
“What about my virginity makes it our decision, Dion?” I grit out. “My body, my choice.”
“It’s not about that, Aria. Fuck, take a second to understand. I don’t want you to regret this,” he says, sounding exasperated. I pause. Something about his demeanor strikes me as sincere.
He looks into my eyes, and I hold his steady gaze. It’s devoid of any pretense.
Everything with Dion feels real and unfiltered, and it scares the shit out of me.
As I observe him, still lying underneath him, practically naked, I feel nothing close to uncomfortable. Through this whole conversation, Dion hasn’t pulled out, his dick still hard. It’s throbbing inside me, and I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me so badly.
Dion is still wearing his suit, the top of his shirt unbuttoned, showing a hint of his broad chest. A lock of hair falls across his forehead, and I can’t help but imagine gripping onto it with my fingers and he drives into me.
My breath catches as I take in the sight of him.
I never knew having sex could be like this and we haven’t even had sex.
I wiggle my body under him, and a moan slips out of my mouth. I close my eyes.
“Aria,” Dion scolds. “Stop moving.”
“Or what?” I taunt. “You’re going to fuck me? That’s what I want.” I bite my bottom lip. I realize having sex with a stranger isn’t the wisest choice, but there’s something about Dion I can’t shake. An inexplicable tug at my heart.
You’re getting engaged, I remind myself. Any notion I had that any of this could become something disappears, dissolving into nothing. But I won’t let it deter me from the moment.
Dion growls, the sound going straight to my center.
“Please,” I beg, shifting my body under him once more.
His resolve breaks, and he starts to move. “We’re going to talk about this when we’re done, Aria. But I can’t stand being inside you without fucking you for another second.”
I nod, tingles exploding over my entire body. Dion pulls his dick out slowly and shoves it back in enough times for my pussy to lubricate again. “Fuck, Aria. My good girl. Your virgin pussy was made for me.” He circles my clit with his thumb, making me squirm. Once his movements become smoother, he begins fucking me at a hard and steady pace.
The feeling is all-consuming, the pain gone.
