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“Are you okay?”
Her eyes were still shut as she nodded. “It stings…a little.”
I started to pull my hips back when her hands clamped down on my ass.
“No. Don’t.” Her fingers dug into my backside and I rolled my hips into hers.
“Yes!” she silently cried out and I felt her nails scrape my skin. “Yes.”
I tried to take things slow, but the tighter she gripped me the faster I moved. Soon, I was in a rhythm that had my balls tightening against my body. I knew that if I didn’t change things up, I was going to blow my load and cut her first time short.
Beads of sweat formed at the back of my neck as I slowed my pace and tried to think of anything other than how good Cheyenne felt or that this was her first time. That I was the only man that had ever been inside of her.
I knew that it was a ridiculous thing to get turned on by. It didn’t matter how many people she’d been with. But I couldn’t help how fucking hot it was, or how primal it felt to be her first. I’d always felt possessive of Cheyenne. And this was the physical manifestation of that feeling.
I’d hoped that adjusting the speed of things would help me hold off my ejaculation, but if anything the slower pace only served to increase the pressure building inside of me. The friction of our bodies intimately joined as I pulled out of her and drove back in with measured strokes.
Thankfully, I wasn’t alone.
“Oh fuck!” Cheyenne cursed as her body began to tremble beneath me before her stomach tensed up and she pulled me closer to her.
I drove into her once more as I came with complete abandon. My release ripped through me as simultaneous explosions of pleasure ignited and blasted in every cell of my body. I’d never had a full-body climax before. It enveloped me and I was powerless to control it. Stars flashed behind my eyelids as they shut of their own accord and I held on for the wildest ride of my life.
When it subsided I opened my eyes and found Cheyenne with her head turned to the side, looking spent and satiated. As much as I wanted to stay inside of her, I forced myself to pull out and stand up. I went to the bathroom, disposed of the used condom, and dampened a cloth with warm water before going back to the bed and tending to her swollen sex.
I took my time tenderly wiping her down, then using the dry end of the cloth to pat her damp skin. She watched me silently, and I wondered what was going on in that pretty head of hers.
Had this been what she’d wanted it to be?
Did she have any regrets?
After I was done, I shifted on the bed and laid beside her with my arm outstretched. She curled up against me, her body molding to mine. She fit so perfectly in the crook of my arm as her head laid on my chest. As she nuzzled against me a sense of calm and peace I’d never felt before washed over me.
The storm continued to rage outside as we laid in silence. The only sound in the room was the rain pouring down on the roof and our combined breaths. The longer we laid there the more questions began populating in my head.
Was she okay?
Had her first time been what she’d expected?
Did she have any regrets?
Even though I wanted those answers right now, I knew that she’d talk about it when she was ready. Sometimes she needed time to process so I remained quiet.
Her fingers began lazily tracing my ink. “How old were you when you got your first tattoo?”
“Sixteen.”
“Is that legal?”
“No. But Billy and I went to a place in Florida that we heard didn’t ID.”
It felt strange talking about Billy as I laid naked with his sister but I didn’t feel as guilty as I thought I would have. Or guilty at all. What happened between Cheyenne and me was exactly that, between Cheyenne and me. She was a grown woman. The woman that I loved.
“What did you get?”
“I got the Gaelic cross on my back left shoulder blade. I knew my mom was going to be mad but I figured that if it was celebrating her heritage she’d get over it quicker.”
Cheyenne lifted her head to look up at me. “Did it work?”
