Chapter 6
SIX
Sam
She’s my wettest, dirtiest, sexiest fantasy all rolled into one.
I can’t believe I’m inside her, big golden eyes staring down at me with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. I might be pushing too hard for her first time, but this isn’t like the other times I’ve been with virgins. Her discomfort appears to be mild, and she wants more. I know women, and I’ve had more than my fair share of sex, so I recognize the signs.
This is a woman with needs.
She may not understand them yet, but I do.
“Find your happy place, baby,” I urge. “Move, explore… figure out what makes you tick.”
She sighs, wiggling a little.
“Lift up,” I encourage. “And then slide down slowly. Get used to the ride.”
She listens, her movements a little stiff at first, but after a few tries, she seems to relax, easing into it. At one point, she drops all the way down, bottoming out unexpectedly, and I grit my teeth at the intensity.
I don’t know how much longer I can hang on—this is carnal fucking torture.
“That’s it, baby… just like that.” I grit my teeth, fingers digging into her hips as if that will somehow help me stay in control.
I’ve usually got decent staying power, but this is different.
She’s different.
Everything about her—and how things are when we’re together—is different.
I’ve never been with anyone like her.
“Oh, wow, this is…wild.” She’s breathless, her cheeks a little flushed, lips parted… I wish I could bottle up how she looks right now.
Sex in a bottle.
We’d be rich.
She sinks down and closes her eyes, the walls of her pussy tightening around me. This is exquisite, and I’m not going to last much longer if she keeps it up. But I need her to go first.
She’s close.
So I thrust up, pressing as deep as I can, and we moan together.
“Open your eyes,” I rumble. “I want to watch your face when you come for me.”
Those beautiful gold eyes flutter open, and she stares down at me.
She needs me to make this good for her.
I was prepared for it to be quick and potentially painful, so I had zero expectations. But now that that’s not the case, I want her to remember this night forever. And not because it sucked.
“There?” I ask, angling my hips a little to see her reaction.
“Oh…” She squirms.
That’s not the spot.
“How about this?” I use my hands to push her back a little, which changes the angle again.
“Sam!” she shrieks, and I know we’re close to the finish line.
I pick up speed, slamming up and in, over and over, watching her face as she listens to her body.
I bring two fingers to my mouth and wet them before flicking them across her clit a few times.
That’s all it takes.
She bucks and writhes, nails digging into my chest as we fall over the cliff together. She’s warm and wet and so fucking tight, her pussy milking my cock like a pro. I think I growled like a fucking bear, but it doesn’t matter how loud we are.
Nothing matters but her.
I want to say I’ve had better sex, but I can’t.
“Thank you for making my first time amazing,” she whispers after a moment. “I was kind of nervous that I would be bad at it, or that it would hurt so much I wouldn’t be able to pleasure you.”
“I knew there was a chance it would be quick and not particularly good for you,” I say. “The first time can be tricky.”
“Have you been with a lot of virgins?”
“Do you really want to talk about other women I’ve been with now?”
“In this context, yes.”
“Three,” I say. “One in high school—we were both virgins and while it wasn’t bad, it was messy and awkward. She bled a lot, the condom broke, and we both cried.”
“Oh.” Her eyes round. “Was it…okay?”
“Yeah, no pregnancy but we were a little traumatized. The second time I was with a virgin was better. It was freshman year of college. It was okay for me, but she said it hurt a lot, so I felt bad.”
“Oh, that’s sad.”
“I did my best to be gentle, but I don’t think there’s anything you can do about the biological part of the experience. Anyway, the third was a couple of years ago. I was twenty-one and she was nineteen. She said it didn’t hurt but she wasn’t thrilled with the whole thing either. We dated for about a year and she never really warmed up to sex. It was more a duty for her than something she wanted. In the end, that’s why we broke up.”
She’s quiet for a minute.
“I feel like this isn’t the norm,” she says. “None of my friends had two orgasms their first time. Or any time, I don’t think.”
“This is not the norm. In fact, it’s the opposite of the norm. You and me, Kirsten, we have something special. I hope you know that.”
“I do.” She lifts her head and looks into my eyes. “What are we going to do, Sam? I can’t imagine just walking away and leaving things to chance.”
“Me either, but I’m not sure what choice we have.”
“There are always choices.”
“I don’t want you to go to college feeling trapped in a relationship with a man who can’t be there for you. We’re on tour for the rest of the year, and then I have no idea where I’m going to be. On another tour? Back in the studio? We can’t make those plans until we see how this tour and album do.”
She hesitates. “You could never make me feel trapped.”
“I don’t think we can know until we’re in the middle of it, and by then it’s usually too late.”
“I’d like to think you and I would be better than that. That we would communicate, find a way to either make it work or come to a mutual decision that it’s run its course.”
She doesn’t have enough experience to know that things are rarely that simple.
And I don’t want to burst her bubble.
Not tonight.
Not after what we just shared.
“We don’t have to decide now, do we?” I ask gently. “Let’s go take a shower and then cuddle. I have a bottle of champagne chilling.”
“You do?” Her eyes widen. “Why didn’t we open it before?”
“Because I wanted to make sure you were stone cold sober before we made love.”
“You really are the best guy I know,” she whispers, dropping her head and pressing her lips to mine.
Despite having just made love, I feel my cock stir as we kiss and kiss and kiss.
Being her first makes me want to make her mine.
Forever.
Permanently.
Wife her up.
But I can’t.
She’s legal but still only eighteen.
Two months ago she was still seventeen.
I can’t forget that.
Legal, mature, successful, and essentially independently wealthy—but still young. No matter what else is going on, she’s still a teenager who hasn’t quite graduated from high school yet.
The thought is fleeting but snaps me out of the romantic fantasy I was momentarily indulging. Instead, I wrap my arms around her and just hold on.
She collapses against my chest again.
Warm and sweet and soft.
And mine .
I don’t know for how long, but for tonight at the very least.