For the longest time, she truly thought she hated him, but right now, she couldn’t think properly.
He stood in front of her, both of them naked. Max made no move to touch her, and in that split second, she was thankful. Still, she waited, always waiting to see what he’d do.
“Do you want this to stop?” he asked.
“Then you’re going to have to trust me.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you want to do?”
She lifted her head, staring into his eyes. “I want … to feel. I want to know what it’s like to be desired. To be wanted.”
He touched her arms, the tips of his fingers running down to her hands. The movement was so slow, but she liked it. She liked the way he touched her, held her. There were a lot of things in the past couple of months she had found she liked about Max.
He took her hand, and she gasped as he wrapped her fingers around his length. “You feel that? You feel what you do to me? I want to fuck you so bad, it aches. I was a dick to you in school, but all of that has changed now. I only want you. You make me fucking hungry for you.”
He worked her hand up and down his length. If it was even possible, he seemed to get harder beneath her touch.
“This is how you know I want you.”
She stared down at his length, marveling at the sheer strength of him.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I’m going to touch you now, Aria. Tonight, this weekend, we’re not in a rush.”
His only demand of her a week ago was that he got the entire weekend with her. She was nervous, a little scared, but overall, she wanted this.
There had been many chances throughout the past week she could have told him no, told him she didn’t want to be with him. Instead, she’d kept her mouth shut and listened to him as he walked her to and from home every single day.
Now, they were here, and as his hands cupped her waist and slowly slid up her body, his thumbs grazed her nipples. She took a deep breath and caught his smile.
“Don’t stop moving,” he said.
She kept on moving her hand up and down his length, taking her time as he stroked her nipples. The touch was light at first, but then he pinched the hard buds. She couldn’t help but close her eyes at the intense pleasure that erupted inside of her from his touch alone.
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“You don’t have to keep explaining what you’re going to do. I’m not afraid.”
“Maybe you should be.”
“You want me to be afraid of you?”
“No, I don’t.”
“I trust you,” she said.
This made him stop and pause. “You do?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Good because I won’t do anything to hurt you. I promise you.” He flicked his thumb back and forth across her nipple, and she gasped as the sensation went straight to her clit.
Max leaned in close, and as his lips brushed hers, she pressed against him, taking his kiss.
When he slid his tongue across her lips, she stroked his with her own, letting him kiss her back. Letting go of his cock, she wrapped her arm around the back of his neck and moaned as he deepened his kiss.
She couldn’t stop, nor did she want to.
He gripped her hips, moving her away from the door, turning her so that she was pressed against the bed. He moved her back, and she had no choice but to go down. Max moved her up the bed until her head was against the pillows. His lips were still on hers, kissing her, distracting her from what was going to happen.
Max wasn’t in any kind of rush as he kissed down her body. His tongue laved one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She arched up, moaning at the pleasure from his touch. He didn’t linger too long, moving to her other breast, to dedicate the same amount of attention before kissing down her body.
She’d seen all of this.
With multiple men or just with one guy. Over and over, she’d watched them, wondering what it would be like to be the woman they were dedicating most of their time to. To feel their hard, rough bodies against her own. Max’s hands moved to her thighs, spreading her legs open, and she released a little gasp as he held her still. His gaze was on her as he licked from her entrance up to her clit.
She had no choice but to close her eyes as he continued to tease her body. She wasn’t her own person anymore. She belonged to him as he suckled her nub. The pleasure was intense, taking her completely by surprise in the sheer heat of it.
Nothing made any sense to her, and she didn’t want it to. This was Max, the guy she had promised herself to never be with, and yet here she was, spread open, naked, and his mouth was between her thighs.
She didn’t want him to stop as he teased her.
Her orgasm was growing nearer with every passing second. The strokes of his tongue made her moan. She cried his name as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she was desperate for more.
He tongued her clit, prolonging her pleasure until he finally placed a gentle kiss to her nub, and she collapsed back onto the bed, relaxed.
Max kissed up her body, and this time, she watched him as he cupped her tits together, his tongue dancing over her nipples.
“I … have condoms in my bag,” she said, finally being able to think clearly.
He smiled. “You don’t trust me?”
“I do. It’s just, I went and bought them for today.” She had been so embarrassed as she stood at the counter. The guy behind the counter had watched her with this smirk on his face. “I don’t want to get pregnant.”
“Will it make you feel better if I wear the ones you got?”
“Then those are the ones I’ll wear.” He left the bed, and she watched him go to her bag and open it.
He pulled out the square packet of foil, and she waited as he tore it open and pulled out the condom.
She’d never put a condom on a man, but Max did it with so much ease. It showed his years of experience. Rather than be upset or even a little insulted, she basked in knowing he was going to be the one to take her virginity.
Max’s cock ached, and his balls were heavy. Rolling on the condom, he moved back toward the bed, basking in her gaze falling onto his cock. He liked it when Aria stared at him. He couldn’t get enough of it. She was so perfect, and his own thoughts shocked him.
Climbing onto the bed, he could still taste her in his mouth, and she was exquisite. He wanted more of her cunt.
“Open your legs,” he said.
She spread her thighs wide enough for him to fit between. The nerves were back in her eyes, and he wanted to take them away from her. She had nothing to fear.
It’s going to hurt her either way, dumb ass.
Sliding his cock between her slit, he nudged her clit, hearing her moan. Repeating that action, he did it again and again until she was panting for more. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She was so expressive and beautiful. Her auburn hair was spread out across the pillows. The only way to make this better would be if she was at his place and he was able to fuck her there.
Gripping the base of his cock, he aligned the tip to her virgin entrance. He was shaking. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her.
Gritting his teeth, he stared into her eyes, and in one thrust of his hips, he tore through her virginity, claiming her pussy. She screamed his name, and tears filled her eyes.
Her arms moved up as if to p
ush him off, and he let her try. He was much stronger than she was anyway.
Cupping her face, he kissed her.
She growled, but he stayed perfectly still, not wishing to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her, but this had to be done.
Her virginity was gone.
He’d claimed it.
Some part of his brain was rejoicing at being the first man to be inside her. She was his first virgin, but another part didn’t like the idea of another man following him, touching her the way he was now.
Breaking from the kiss, he stared down at her, marveling at what he’d just been given. He’d taken it, but she had also freely given it to him.
“It hurt,” she said.
“I know. I didn’t want it to.” If he’d not made her come or aroused her even further, she would have probably been in more pain, and he couldn’t handle her hurting any more than she was right now. “Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded her head, looking away.
He couldn’t stand that. “Don’t look away from me please. I didn’t want to hurt you, and I’m not going to now. I won’t move.”
“You’re the one in control here, not me.” He stroked her cheek. “You tell me when your body is ready to move. Tell me what you feel?”
“I don’t know what I feel right now.”
“You must feel something.”
“I do. I’m just really confused right now. I don’t know what to think.” She pressed a hand to her head, and he couldn’t help but smile. “What?” she asked with a hint of a smile on her own lips.
“You’re looking all serious and in deep thought, and I’m inside you right now.”
“Yeah, it’s all good.”
“Is your manhood taking a real beating?”
“The worst kind of beating.”
She giggled. “That must suck.”
“In the worst kind of way. I don’t know how I’m going to stand it.” He was still rock-hard, and he had no problem with what was going on around them. What he didn’t want was for her to be in pain of any kind.
Her hand dropped to his arm and then lifted. She looked a little unsure.
“You can touch me. I’m not going to bite … a whole lot.”