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He climbed back over me and pushed my legs open and settled between them. Then his mouth trailed down my throat, kissing and licking, until my body relaxed. There was a gentle nudging sensation at the entrance of my sex and he worked his hips, dragging his cock over my pussy and clit. The sensation was heavenly and I lifted my hips, chasing the contact of his skin.
“Do you want it slow or fast and over with?” he murmured.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you want me to go in slow or just get it done?”
I smiled a little bit. “That’s romantic.”
He was straining against himself, his hips working hard now, his cock dragging over me with heavy strokes. The look on his face told me he didn’t appreciate my sarcasm at a time like this.
“Start slow,” I said, burying my face in his neck.
He shifted and reached between us and I tensed as the tip of his cock slid into the entrance of my sex. Then he braced himself on either side of my head, fingers digging into the sheets, and his hard abdominal muscles tensed as he slowly pushed inside me.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d felt. At first it was a mild burning and then he seemed to hit a point where he was having trouble going further and he stopped. I winced as a jolt of pain went through my hips and I tightened my fingers into his forearm.
“You’re incredibly tight,” he breathed.
I gasped as he gave a sharp, little push and I felt myself give way to him, pain shooting through me like a knife. He gasped in his throat and stilled and I knew he was in, stretching me and filling me with an overwhelming pressure. I lay beneath him, unsure whether I should be relieved that at least he was in or upset by the amount of pain he’d put me through.
He lifted himself up on his elbows, the open sides of his shirt caging us in until there was nothing else in the world save this beautiful man and this thing he was doing to me. I ran my fingers up his stomach, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles, and dug my nails into his chest. He swore softly, hot breath washing over me.
“Can I move?” he asked.
I nodded.
He began thrusting slowly with an expression of pure bliss on his face. The pain made me grit my teeth, but the more he moved inside me, the better it felt. His hips thrust and his stomach rippled and a slow sensation of pleasure began to grow deep inside me.
I moaned, unable to help myself. He panted, burying his head into my neck and his thrusts began growing in intensity. The sensations were overwhelming, tingling up my legs and building tension in my thighs.
“Do you think you can come?” he said against my throat.
“No,” I whispered. “Not this time.”
He groaned and his hips began moving faster, pumping in and out of me, pleasure exploding between my thighs. Then he tensed and somehow hardened even more inside me until the pressure made me tense with discomfort. Then his back arched as he emptied himself. I felt the short aftershocks of his orgasm as he collapsed against me, barely keeping his large body from crushing mine.
I lay beneath him for a while longer, digging my fingers into his forearms. For a delirious moment there was nothing but the darkness of my face pushed into the crook of his neck, the heat of his body, and the rhythmic pounding of his heart as it slowed. Then he rolled from me and fell onto his back.
I gathered the sheet and pulled it over my chest, suddenly shy in the aftermath of what we’d done. There was a long silence and then he reached out and put his palm against my stomach, caressing me with his thumb. His touch gave me the courage to turn and meet his gaze. He was studying my face with an intense expression of satisfaction.
“I’m sorry you didn’t finish during sex,” he said softly. “Do you want another orgasm. I can go down on you.”
I shook my head. “I’m pretty sore.” My voice sounded raspy.
He propped himself up and kissed me deeply. When he pulled back he brushed my hair from my face and looked down at me. “You were so fucking beautiful tonight.”
I smiled at him and pushed him back a little so I could sit up. I winced at the soreness between my thighs and he caught the movement, getting to his feet. I watched him disappear into the bathroom and I heard him moving about and running the sink. A moment later he reappeared with a washcloth in his hands.
“Lie back and I’ll clean you up, princess,” he said.
I hesitated and then obeyed, parting my knees to allow him access. He pressed the warm washcloth to my tender flesh and I twitched at the contact. As I lay there and let him clean the evidence of sex from me, the feeling I’d been dreading came creeping back into my chest.
Guilt.
As much as I’d loved it, I was uneasy. Duran was handsome and attentive, everything I’d wished for, but he was also overzealous, a little egotistical, and deeply involved in a world I’d never wanted to be a part of. Now that I’d given him my virginity, I was beginning to wonder what came next. Was he even interested in pursuing a real relationship with me or would he draw it out a little longer and leave me as soon as his eye fell on someone prettier than me? The thought sent a jolt of pain through me and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“You want to sit up?”
