17. Sienna
CHAPTER 17
SIENNA
“You sure?” He checks again before kneeling on the bed between my legs.
“Yes.”
And I am sure. That orgasm rocked my world, but my body is begging for more. It’s like he only took me halfway, and I need to finish this.
Gazing at his glorious dick, I have a sudden spike of trepidation as I imagine it piercing me, but I want this. I need this, and so I shove my uncertainty aside, moving fast enough that I won’t change my mind.
Sitting forward, I grab his shoulders and pull him down on top of me. His hard-on rubs against my thigh, and I bite my lip for what feels like the hundredth time this afternoon and smile up at him.
“I want this,” I whisper. “Do you?”
“Hell yeah.” His breath against my lips is warm and delicious. I can feel his smile when I kiss his luscious mouth, loving his tongue and perfect body. He’s so strong and chiseled. So unbelievably sexy.
Splaying my hand along his side, I run my fingers over those hard ridges and feel that potent desire grow even stronger. “I need to do this with you,” I whimper. “Like now. I want you now.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes!” I practically yell, then stop and blink up at him. “Wait. Are you sure? Do you want this?”
“Yes.” He brushes his knuckles down my cheek, his smile so tender my heart feels like it’s melting in my chest.
“Then why are you hesitating?”
“I’m just nervous, I guess.” A shadow of vulnerability slips across his face. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t want to screw it up.”
His expression is adorable, and that familiar buzz of affection I always feel blooms to something powerful and overwhelming.
“I love you,” I whisper, my eyes starting to glass for reasons I can’t even explain.
Maybe it’s the mushy way he’s looking at me.
Maybe it’s the fact that when he whispers, “I love you too,” I know he means it.
Reaching up for his lips again, I brush my tongue against his, and he sinks on top of me. His lips are perfect; his weight on my body is divine. He’s hovering on his elbows, but I can still feel him like a perfect blanket, and I want to stay under here for the rest of my life.
As we deepen the kiss, the heat between us builds and starts to spike again. His pecs rubbing against my sensitive nipples sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. Yes, I want this. I really, really want this with a force and urgency that’s beyond my control.
And I’m not the only one feeling this way.
My breath catches as he starts to grind against me. My body responds like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I thrust back, my hips seeking him out. His dick pokes me, and he’s not quite lined up properly.
“Wait,” I squeak and reach between us, parting my folds for him and guiding his dick to my entrance.
A quivering fear travels through me, and for a second, I can’t breathe as he locks eyes with me.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
And he moves his hips in one smooth thrust.
“Ah!” My cry is kind of feral, and I’d probably be embarrassed if I wasn’t in so much pain.
“Oh shit, are you okay?”
“Yes,” I rasp as I adjust to this foreign presence in my most private place. I feel like he’s just ripped me in half, the burning sensation traveling through me a hot fire that’s scorching.
Gritting my teeth, I blink at the tears stinging my eyes as Zander lightly squeezes my shoulders.
“What should I do?”
“Just don’t move,” I whimper.
“I can get out. Should I get out?”
“No.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m hurting you. I can tell I’m hurting you.”
“Just shut up for a second and don’t move.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I want you in here. I do. Just let me adjust to you.”
“Okay.” He sounds unsure, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders when he seems to want to get off me.
“You’re big,” I squeak.
“You’re tight,” he whispers, brushing his lips across my cheek and kissing my tears away. “You feel fucking amazing, Sen.”
I blink, pulling my head back so I can look up at his beautiful face. “It doesn’t hurt for you?”
“No. I mean, it’s a new sensation, you know… but it’s not painful.” His expression crumples. “I’m sorry it is for you. Maybe I should have just inched in slowly instead of?—”
“No, that’s okay. It’s starting to feel better now.”
“Really?” His gaze softens with relief.
“Yeah. I think it was just a shock, you know? I didn’t know what to expect, but my body wants you in here, I swear. I just, um…” My breath catches as I drink in his expression. “I love you,” I mouth because I don’t have a voice right now.
He swipes the last of my tears away with his thumb and lightly pecks my nose.
“I love you too.” His husky voice is in play, and my insides tremble with this overwhelming emotion that makes me want to cry for a whole different reason.
I’ve never felt so connected to another human being before.
Running my hand over his shoulder and down his arm, I notice that he’s trembling.
“Are you okay?” Concern flashes through me. “Why are you shaking?”
“I really want to move.” He winces. “But I won’t until you’re ready, okay?”
I nod, licking my lips and finally managing a soft whisper. “I’m ready.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, just… go slow.”
A cute look of concentration crosses his face as he eases back, then slowly moves inside me again. My breath catches and he stops.
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah.”
So he does it again, moving with a little more confidence. A warm sensation travels through me, and I can’t help a soft smile. This is starting to feel good. When he moves again, I find his rhythm and match it, gently rocking my hips so we meet in the middle.
He groans and I relish the sound, loving the way this is affecting him. Pressing my lip to his shoulder, I do it again, rocking with him and letting out a whimper when this wondrous sensation starts flooding my body.
“You feel good,” I manage to whisper.
“So do you,” he moans. “So fucking good.”
Picking up his pace, he thrusts a couple more times, then starts to grunt and groan.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” His voice quakes, his breath kissing my cheek. “I’m coming already. You feel… so… good… I’m—” Another grunt overtakes him, and he jerks on top of me, his butt cheeks clenching as he buries himself, then pulls back and buries himself again.
I cry out along with him, the sensation so new and overwhelming that all I can do is cling to him.
He nuzzles his mouth into the crook of my neck and peppers kisses on my skin before working his way up to my lips. We’re both out of breath and reeling. I feel like I could fly.
Sure there was pain, but that finish was…
I shake my head, my smile no doubt the picture of awe and wonderment.
“That was…,” I rasp.
“I know.” He pulls up on his elbows and gazes down at me. His eyes are so warm with affection, my heart is pulsing with a beat just for him.
I want to tell him I love him again, but is that too much? Too desperate? Too needy? Too?—
“I love you.” He brushes his lips against mine. “That was epic, and I love you.” He starts to laugh, then lifts himself higher and shouts, “That was epic!”
I giggle, running my fingers down his naked chest and loving him with everything.
I’m so grateful he was my first.
I want him to be my last too.
I only ever want his hands on me, his lips, his taste… and I only ever want him inside me.
A thrill buzzes through me as I gaze up at him, reliving our epic encounter and suddenly realizing that?—
Oh shit.
We didn’t use protection.