Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Tell me what you want, Cammie.” His thumb brushes along the edge of my jaw.
“I want this first with you.”
His eyes fall closed and his forehead rests against mine.
For a very long few seconds, I’m terrified that he’s going to back out.
But he lifts his head, determination and something else I can’t quite identify crossing his face. “I’ll go slow.”
“Okay.”
He reaches between us and lines himself up, the blunt tip nudging my entrance this time. Chase’s gaze stays locked on my face as he pushes in just a bit.
“You okay, baby?”
“I’m okay.” I grip his shoulders and try to relax my breathing, but I’m so nervous. What if I can’t handle it? What if I’m terrible at sex? What if I’m too loud? Or not loud enough?
He pushes in a bit more and I tense.
“Just relax.” He covers my mouth with his.
I try.
He pushes in another inch. This time it’s accompanied with a burning sensation. I clamp my legs against his hips.
“I should stop. We should stop.”
But I don’t want to stop. I want this. People wouldn’t have sex all the time if it didn’t feel good. My peers wouldn’t be looking for endless hookups if it felt awful. I overheard Essie and Rix talking about their firsts and how it wasn’t great at first…but then. Then.
“Please don’t stop.”
“Okay.” He kisses me. “Okay.” His jaw clenches.
He sinks in another inch.
That awful burning intensifies. I try not to let it show on my face, but the little whimper that escapes me is pretty fucking damning.
“We’re stopping,” Chase states. With authority. With conviction. With uneasy determination.
“We’re not.” I lock my legs around his waist and tilt my hips up and push down on his ass. And he sinks. Into me. Filling me in one stroke. Bottoming out. The wild burn rushes through me and steals my breath. It’s a sensation I don’t know what to do with. I succumb. But also. Also…the fullness, and then…then…the pleasurable ache that makes everything tighten.
“Shit. Shit. Fuck.” His hands tremble against my cheeks. “Cammie, Cammie, Cammie.” A full body shudder runs through him, followed by a deep primal groan.
I do this to him. Being inside me like this makes him feel this way.
His jaw tics and his gaze darkens in the most delicious way. Especially since it contrasts with the gentle way he touches me. Fingers brushing along my cheek. “Tell me you’re okay.” It’s as much a plea as a demand.
“I’m okay.” It’s a raspy croak. “Can we just…stay like this for a minute?”
“Yeah, of course.” He kisses me, soft and sweet.
The burn fades and the fullness remains. I swivel my hips, testing out the way it feels. That strange discomfort flares momentarily and fades, something hot and needy taking its place.
Chase gazes down at me, eyes hooded with desire. “How does it feel?”
I swivel my hips again and little jolts of pleasure zip through me. “Good, it feels good.”
He rolls his hips and that pleasure sparks.
“Oh God, do that again,” I moan.
“Like this?” He repeats the action.
My nails dig into his shoulders and I shift under him. “Yes. Again. Please.”
This time he pulls out a bit and pushes back in. There’s a moment of discomfort, but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure. He starts a gentle rhythm, eyes never leaving mine, hand on my face, body close, arms caging me protectively.
I don’t expect an orgasm. Not the first time. But he carefully hooks my leg under his arm and it changes the angle. His pelvis rubs against my sensitive clit with every gentle thrust. Sensation expands, flowing through my veins, turning into a storm in my belly. It takes over and I fall and fly.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Chase grinds out. “Look at me, Cammie. Let me see you.”
I pry my eyes open and it feels like I’m inside him just like he’s inside me. The orgasm is incredible. The most amazing cacophony of sensation and emotions merging.
Chase’s brow furrows and his mouth drops open. His hips jerk and he thrusts hard once, twice, a third time. Every muscle locks and his expression is sheer, unbridled euphoria.
He collapses, sweaty and panting, then rolls to the side so he doesn’t crush me. He holds me tight and cups my head in his palm, kissing me softly.
“Hi.” He brushes my hair away from my face.
“Hi.”
“How you doing?”
I grin. “I’m good. How are you?”
“Just good? I thought maybe you came?” He looks so hopeful.
“I did come. And I’m great. At first it was…different, and then it was so, so good. I’d definitely do it again,” I assure him.
His answering smile is radiant. “Okay, good. I’m glad.”
“Was it good for you?” My gaze drops to his throat.
He tips my chin up. “It was amazing. You’re amazing.” He kisses me softly.
We lie there for another minute, just kissing and touching before he carefully eases out. There’s no blood, but I’m definitely going to be a little sore tomorrow. Not in a bad way, though.