Chapter 5
5
EVE
I want to see what we’re working with.
Had I actually said those words? Like I had any right to size him up. I’d never even seen an erection before. It wasn’t like I could compare it to anything.
But as I stood there, looking down at him, he did exactly what I’d commanded. He didn’t take his eyes off my body, but he began wiggling out of his boxer briefs, leaving them at his feet.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection. His cock was huge—thick and long and massive. Could I work with that? I didn’t even know if I could get my entire hand around it, let alone my mouth or my lower regions.
“What do you think?” he asked. “Can you work with it?”
I didn’t even warn him. I shifted until I was just above his midsection and wrapped my hand around his cock. I began slowly stroking while also moving my mouth to his tip.
As I made contact, I lifted my gaze to his face, taking in his expression. He was looking down at me, his eyes heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.
I could do this. I’d researched it. Didn’t everyone look up how to do this, preparing for when the day finally came? I was pretty sure they had, although I’d had friends who learned by doing, starting at a far younger age than I ever would have been ready.
I took him in deep, moving my tongue along his shaft as I did so. He was so thick and hard. I knew I was the one who’d inspired that erection, and that sent a thrill rushing through me. This was what sex was all about—this exhilarating feeling that I could bring him intense pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” he said after I made several long, slow strokes up and down.
This was a lot harder than I thought it would be. It hurt my mouth to spread it so wide for him. I’d pictured doing this to someone about half his thickness and at least a couple of inches shorter in length.
“You have to stop,” he said. “That feels too damn good.”
I released him and looked up, shifting my gaze to his face. “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to come before I’ve even been inside you.”
I sat up, ready to move into position, but his hand was on my wrist, tugging me even farther upward. “Switch places,” he said. “I’m going to make you come.”
As I did exactly that, I realized I was nervous. Not all women could orgasm. What if I was one of them? I’d tried before, following instructions I’d read online, but I never could get anywhere. Yes, he’d know what he was doing. He could get me there. But the fear remained, buried beneath the surface.
“I don’t know if I can…you know,” I warned him as he moved into position between my legs.
“Orgasm?”
I nodded. He smiled down at me.
“Don’t worry. You’ll orgasm. And then, I’m going to make you mine.”
I’m going to make you mine.
Those words stuck in my mind as he ducked his head, placing a hand under each of my thighs. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, ready to savor whatever he was about to do to me.
He was going to make me his. I’d had friends with possessive boyfriends in the past, and I’d always said I’d never want to be in that type of relationship. And I still didn’t.
But Hayden’s words made me realize possessiveness wasn’t always a bad thing. I’d be his, and he’d be mine, exactly as it should be. A relationship full of mutual respect and trust.
There was also the feeling that I’d never be with anyone else again. He was it for me, and I was it for him.
The second his tongue touched my clit, I cried out, arching my back. He’d opened the flaps on each side of the tent, creating a window of sorts that, along with the fans at the front, allowed a delicious breeze to flow through the interior. But that also meant if anyone was outside, they’d hear me.
But nobody was outside. I would have heard a car pulling in. I would have seen the headlights too. Besides, if anyone happened upon this campsite, they’d get what they got. It wouldn’t be the first time two people had made love in a tent on a campsite, and I was guessing it wouldn’t be the last. There was no way it would be the last.
“Oh,” I heard myself say as he settled into a rhythm.
I dared to open my eyes and look down at him. His eyes were closed as he fully focused on what he was doing.
I never imagined anything could feel this good. When I’d tried touching myself, it had been nothing like this. The slick feel of his tongue sliding over my already wet clit made it feel even wetter.
My body was building to something. I had no idea what would happen once I got there. I couldn’t wait to find out, though.
At some point, I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his sleeping bag. I wasn’t even sure when that had happened. All I knew was my back arched again as I tried not to squeeze my legs together. I didn’t want to crush his face.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I said. “Oh God, I think I’m going to?—”
And that was when my body went to the next level. It was like I came alive for the first time as every cell in my being homed in on that tiny, swollen bud at the apex of my thighs.
Holy hell, that was an orgasm. That was what I’d been missing all these years? It wouldn’t have been the same with anyone else, though. Even if I’d figured out how to do it on my own, it wouldn’t have felt like this. It was Hayden’s magic touch—that was what had unlocked this part of me.
When the sensations finally subsided, my eyes drifted open and I once again looked down at him. He lifted up, somehow aware that I’d orgasmed, even though I’d been pretty quiet about it.
“Can you tell?” I asked.
He frowned as he sat up, still positioned between my legs. “Tell what?”
“That I, you know…?”
He nodded. I still couldn’t say that word. It seemed vulgar, even though I knew it was safe to speak that way in front of him. He wouldn’t judge me. He might even like it.
“I knew,” he said. “I can’t explain how. I guess it was the way you moved. Your back arched and your breathing changed.”
I glanced at one of the open mesh squares. “I’ll be more vocal when we’re in a more private location. I kept thinking someone might pull up and catch us here. I didn’t want to be overheard.”
He shook his head. “Nobody’s going to catch us here. But yeah, I get it. I’ll just warn you that I’m not going to be quiet.”
His expression changed, and I saw in that instant that this was getting real. It was time. Time to lose my virginity.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded, squeezing my eyes closed, then popped them back open again. There was no point in putting it off. Sure, it would be painful, but we’d get through it together. Besides, I wanted him to enjoy himself as much as possible. Just because it was my first time didn’t mean he had to suffer.
He rose above me, his muscles bulging as he held himself up. I moved my legs into position on either side of his hips, aligning my body with his. His naked body felt so good against mine.
But what really got to me was the look in his eyes as he stared at me. He wanted me. It was more than just sex. He didn’t want me to leave town. He wanted to make me his.
That thought filled me with warmth. It was like a big, comfortable blanket wrapping around me. I’d never have to worry again. I would always be safe as long as he was in my life. He would never let anything happen to me.
He didn’t take his eyes off me as he inched his way inside. It was tight, and I knew it was uncomfortable for him too, but he continued to stare down at me. His eyes let me know he was with me through every step of this.
It didn’t hurt much. All I had to do was say the word, and he’d stop. He was going slowly for my benefit.
But eventually, my patience got the better of me. I tilted my hips upward, automatically taking him in deeper.
The pain was immediate. I hadn’t planned on it hurting quite that much. I figured it would be just a little discomfort, maybe from the tight squeeze. But no, it felt like something was stabbing at me.
I did my best to disguise it, but Hayden wouldn’t be fooled. He froze. When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked. “We can stop and try again later.”
I shook my head. “Let’s push past it. I want to get to the other side where this feels good.”
He nodded and closed his eyes. Then he pulled back a little. Wrapping my legs around him, I pushed him in deeper.
Fuck, that hurt. But a couple of thrusts later, forced by me, it was getting easier. It didn’t feel good, but at least the pain dulled a little.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
I thought I’d misheard. I tilted my head slightly and stared up at him through narrowed eyes.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Touch yourself. Trust me.”
I trusted him. But I also knew what he was asking me to do. I’d tried and failed to do that multiple times over the past few years. I didn’t really have the confidence to try it in front of him.
But he wouldn’t expect me to bring myself to orgasm. This was just to offset the pain. I could do that.
I moved my hand between us, sliding over my stomach and the area where our bodies joined. I found that slick, swollen spot right away and began sliding my finger over it as he gently moved in and out of me.
It was going slowly, and I knew if I opened my eyes, I’d see him staring, watching me with that concerned, yet heated, stare. Just knowing he was looking at me like that warmed me from head to toe. It was doubtful I’d come again, but it definitely distracted me from the pain.
Soon enough, it started to feel good. Just a warm, tingly sensation that began in the middle of my body and spread in every direction. I focused on the warmth and continued to move my finger, flicking it back and forth.
Oh, yeah. That definitely felt good. I even let a sound escape as I began moving my hips to match the rhythm of my finger. I wasn’t aware I did it at first, but when it finally hit me, I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
I was climbing again, and this time I knew where the feeling would take me. As I continued to climb, I was aware of everything—the sound of his movements as he thrust in and out, his heavy breathing, and the feel of his muscled thighs against mine.
I moved my free hand over his arm, savoring the contours of his muscles. He was just so damn hot, and he was all mine.
“Oh,” I wailed, aware the sound was somewhere between a gasp and a whine.
I wasn’t in control of my voice anymore. My orgasm had taken over everything, and now it raced through me again, stealing my breath and leaving me with one thought.
I was falling in love with this guy. There was no way I was ever leaving Seduction Summit.
Finally, I dared to open my eyes and found him not looking down at me as I’d expected. No, his eyes were closed, his jaw clenched, his whole body tense. He was holding back.
This time, he didn’t know I’d come. Maybe he’d missed the signs. Maybe I’d been too quiet. Or maybe all his focus had been on restraining himself.
I removed my hand from between us and watched him for a while. But finally, his eyes opened, and he looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. Yeah, he’d definitely missed my orgasm.
I gave him a small smile, deciding to encourage him to let go, and that was exactly what he did. But he didn’t do it right away. Instead, he froze, then lowered his head to kiss me again—a sweet kiss that rivaled the frenzied need I knew raced through him.
When he pulled away, he started moving again, still keeping things shallow. He didn’t want to hurt me, but I didn’t want to mess up whatever he had going. He seemed well on his way to his own orgasm.
Finally, his eyes closed again. That jaw clenched once more, and his breathing quickened. He moved faster and faster inside me, and I risked tilting my hips up again, knowing what was about to happen.
With a loud groan that echoed through the night sky, he froze. I felt him moving inside me, his cock throbbing, filling me with his seed. Someday, that seed would make a baby. I’d be off the pill, and we’d find out a few weeks later that I was expecting.
I saw it as clearly as though I were psychic, but I didn’t have to be psychic. It was going to happen. I’d make sure of it.
Finally, his face relaxed, followed by his body. Then he pulled out and rolled onto his back, partly on the sleeping bag, partly on the ground.
“I want to sleep in your arms,” I said.
After we lay there for a few minutes, we decided maybe we could fit these sleeping bags together. Neither of us had the energy for that, though. Instead, he crawled over, grabbed the other sleeping bag, unzipped it, and used it to cover both of us.
Then I snuggled up against him, his arm wrapping around me, and closed my eyes. As I drifted off into the most peaceful sleep of my life, one thought hit me. I had to tell my friends I wasn’t going back.
I’d tell them in the morning. Right now, I just needed to enjoy being in the arms of the man I loved.