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We pulled up to the house and he practically dragged me from the car. We moved swiftly through the hallway and upstairs to my room. Duran pushed me inside and locked the door, turning to me with fire in his gaze. The front of his pants strained and the memory of his hard cock on my tongue burst into my mind. God, oh God, he made me wet.
The lights were off and the only illumination came from the lights outside, reflecting off the black water. There was a faint scent of vanilla in the air from the scent warmer in the bathroom. I let him press up against me, pushing me gently to the bed, hungry beyond anything I’d imagined he could be. As I sank into the coverlet, silk against my back and thighs as he stripped me naked, it occurred to me this wouldn’t be the worst time to lose my virginity.
He unfastened his shirt and pushed aside his pants, climbing atop me in his boxers. My fingers traced the ridges on his stomach, sinking lower to play with the coarse hair just above his cock. He made a strained, feral sound and his hand sank between my thighs, two of his fingers thrusting into my pussy without warning.
A shock of pain went through me, jolting me from the hazy, vanilla scented lust. I arched off the bed, crying out at the sudden intrusion, and scrambled up the bed. He cursed and pulled back as I sank against the pillows, wrapping my arms around my knees, a tremor running through my body. There was a rustle in the dark and he turned on the light, a horrified expression on his face as he gazed down at his fingers.
There was blood on his fingertips. Fuck, he’d taken my virginity.
“How could you?” I whispered.
He was sorry, I could tell by the devastation on his perfect face, but I was sore and angry at his recklessness. I darted out of his grasp and ran to the bathroom, locking the door and sinking onto the toilet.
This wasn’t what I’d wanted, this wasn’t how I’d planned losing my virginity. With shaking fingers, I unwrapped some toilet paper and dipped it between my legs. There was a lot of blood, bright red and angry. My arms and legs tingled and my stomach cramped as I stared down at the toilet paper.
No, I might be a virgin, but I wasn’t totally ignorant. He hadn’t broken anything, I was on my period.
“Fuck,” I breathed, letting my head fall back.
There was a gentle knocking at the door and I got up, the fear drained from me. I found a tampon in the cupboard and cleaned up and went to fix my hair in the mirror. I was flushed from arousal, fear, and dissipating anger. My breasts were marked red, the nipples raw from his attentions, and there were pink marks on my throat.
I opened the door and he was leaning against the frame, waiting for me. He’d put his pants back on, but he was shirtless and his beautiful body languished over me like a Greek statue.
“Iris, I am so sorry,” he said thickly. “I went too hard too fast.”
I gathered myself up. “Yes, you did. But you didn’t break me, I’m just, you know.”
His dark eyes searched my face. “What?”
“I’m on my period.”
Relief washed over him and he turned, pacing across the room rubbing his face. “Goddamn, girl, why the fuck didn’t you say that?”
“I didn’t know,” I said, flushing with embarrassment from having to discuss this with him. “It must have just started and I didn’t feel anything.”
He gave a heavy sigh, more out of relief than frustration. Then he moved toward me and pulled me against his hard body, his arm sliding up to cradle the back of my head. His hand was firm against me, tilting my face up, and his mouth dipped and brushed mine.
“I can wait,” he murmured.
“You’ll be waiting a long time,” I said. “I’m not having sex until I’m married. It’s the way things are done and even though I pushed the boundaries, I’m not breaking them.”
“Pun intended?” he said. “Alright, I’ll leave you tonight.”
He started to pull back, but I sank my fingers in and held him close. He was so warm and comforting and when I laid my head against his chest, his heart beat slowly beneath my ear. The memory of our first night together and the feeling of falling asleep beside him, tangled naked in the sheets together, was tempting.
“You can stay,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “What’s prompted this sudden show of warmth?”
I turned, his eyes on me as I went to the bed and pulled down the sheets. Then I climbed in, still fully nude, and lay back on the pillows, watching him. I could see he was torn, unsure whether to trust me or not. Then he slowly dragged down his pants and slid beneath the plush comforter, the heat of his hard body pushing up against mine.
I let him slide his arms around me, curling up against my back, our legs tangling together. It felt strangely perfect, as if we fit together like pieces of a puzzle. The fabric of his boxers caressed the backs of my thighs and I pushed back, his cock pressing into my ass. We lay in silence for a long time, my cheek pressed against the inside of his forearm, and then he got up and went to the balcony doors. I watched without moving as he unlocked them and stepped out onto the moonlit balcony.
“What are you doing?” I asked, sitting up.
“You’re driving me insane, girl, with your ass shoved up on me like that,” he said. “I need a cigarette or something.”
He hadn’t struck me as a smoker, but I suppose I’d pushed him hard enough that he needed some relief. I got up, feeling distantly guilty, and went to him. The moonlight ebbed blue over the water and the ground below was deserted, the only sound the faint chirping of crickets. The air was cool and smelled of misty lilacs.
