Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Finally, he does. That throbbing, might nature of his cock entering is overwhelming. He’s my first, and I know a lot of girls worry about their first times, but I have complete trust in Jennings. I know that he would never do anything to hurt me.
Every inch of him enters me slowly, and I’m hit with the immense fullness of having him inside of me. I cry out as the intensity of it all just feels like too much to bear. Him fully inside me, us as close as we can ever hope to physically be, we enjoy this brief yet wonderful moment, him stealing another kiss.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect,” he whispers into me as he holds me tight. “You’re really a girl worth waiting for, June.”
I smile and nod his way. He reads my mind loud and clear. I yearn for his love, and I yearn for his lust. I want him, wholly and completely, above all else.
So I grind against him. I send the signal for him to give me his all. Please me. And he does not refuse.
He starts slow and steady, sliding in and out of me, letting his cock send wonderful reverberations through me with each and every movement. My entire body starts to sway beneath him as our flesh meets in such wondrous friction. Every little movement between us spikes hotter and higher.
My murmurs for him start off slight and build with each and every move. It’s a gradual, magical increase of pacing and I’m aching for him, yearning for him more than ever. My arms wrap around him, my legs around his hips, desiring that our two beings could merge and become one.
We rhythmically writhe into one another, building upon our lust and need, every movement pushing us higher. It intensifies so suddenly for me, my nails dig into his back, and I truly understand why I always hear about women scratching up their lovers.
Sometimes you need to hold on with everything you can. Sometimes you’re just fully lost, flailing at everything all around you. Every stroke that Jennings gives to me sends me soaring higher, making me moan a little louder for him. He builds it up more and more, the strength of every thrust making me vibrate with need for him.
The flood of bliss inside me is quickly becoming too much to hold back. It’s consuming me, it’s drowning me, and as much as I scream, I know that I can’t hold off the inevitable for long. My inexperienced body can’t take much more of this, and looking at Jennings?
He can’t either. He’s holding on. Gritting his teeth. I’m his first as well, and he’s keeping himself from exploding inside me out of sheer willpower and a desire to please me. As if I couldn’t love this man more already.
I hold him close. I hold him tight. One more thrust, one more bit of stimulation, one more movement...
And I’m lost. I’m screaming for him. The dam holding back the flood of bliss quickly cracks and crumbles away, filling me utterly and completely with absolute ecstasy. I’m screaming, but I can’t hear myself. My senses are so absolutely overwhelmed that I can’t possibly take anything else in.
That’s what he’s after, anyway. As I reach my climax, he joins me right there. He explodes inside me, and I feel an intense heat deep within. His groan is deep, and he’s still holding me so tight.
I know how reckless we are being. I know the consequences.
I welcome them. Even knowing how young I am, how we’ve just expressed our feelings for one another for the first time.
I can’t deny that Jennings is special to me. There’s no going back after this.
After exhausting ourselves, we stay entwined. We hold one another, even as the strength of his cock fades inside me.
“That was everything I ever dreamed it to be,” I whisper to him.
“You’re not disappointing me either. I’ve always known it would be like this. I always knew I loved you, and if I ever got to have you, I’d love you even more.”
“Love?” I say, as if the concept wasn’t constantly thudding in my own head.
“I’ve always loved you, June. Since I first laid eyes on you. I just had to wait til the proper time to express it.”
There are tears in my eyes when I hear this. “I feel exactly the same. I hate that I’ve been running away from this for so long.”
“Because of Danny?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I guess. Partially? But I know we can’t run from it forever. If this is how we feel about one another, this is how we feel.”
“We just have the guilt of the accident on our conscience.”
My heart sank, being reminded of my brother's peril. “Yeah. But we didn’t make that happen. We didn’t make him fall off. We didn’t make him ride angry. We were just caught in the act of realizing our affections, and he overreacted.”