TWENTY #3
“I’m only halfway, sweetheart; we’ve got a way to go yet.”
Shit. Only halfway, and it already felt so full and heavy. What if I couldn’t take him?
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it good, I promise,” he said in a coaxing voice, his eyes taking in my expression, which must have been a cocktail of sexual bliss and fear.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, lowering his chest to mine, and I nodded.
Kieran then trapped my cry of pain inside his mouth, his lips on mine as he simultaneously thrust inside me, staking his claim.
My gasp was swallowed, and he stopped, just holding himself there, waiting until my muscles stretched to his size.
He lifted his head slightly and kissed away one of my tears which had escaped.
“Are you OK? I’m sorry I hurt you. I won’t ever hurt you again.”
And then he started to move.
The feeling was euphoric and unlike anything I had ever experienced. As Kieran withdrew and created the perfect rhythm, I rose to meet him, our two bodies crashing together, the scent of sex all around us.
I cried out a few times as he pushed me closer towards that edge like I was his instrument and he knew exactly how to play me.
As I rolled my hips, Kieran fisted a chunk of my hair, “Fuck yes, God,” he bellowed, his eyes closing as he kissed my nipples and my neck.
One hand was on my hip at one point, holding me so tightly I knew I’d bruise as his strokes became longer and deeper.
His hips jerked against me with a dominant resonance, causing the bed to bang against the wall, but I didn’t care; it felt so good, and I never wanted him to stop.
“That’s it, baby,” he husked, and it almost pushed me over the edge. The need to come again was like a kind of torture as he slammed into me, our bodies moving in unison.
“You’re mine now, all fucking mine,” Kieran stated, stamping his possession, and I came apart for him.
The sensations in my body mounted and magnified, and I hit that peak, crashing over the edge of another climax that exploded through my entire body. My stomach tensed, and my fingers curled into the sheets. I couldn’t scream as that pleasure gripped me by the throat.
“Fuck yes, Amelie, I’m close,” he rasped, his tone low with lust.
Kieran then went over the edge and followed me, his orgasm ripping through his frame, the muscles of his arm flexing as he drove into me one last time with a growl.
He then lowered his torso onto mine, crushing my breasts.
Kieran was also shaking, and I wrapped my arms around his jaw and pulled his mouth to mine.
We kissed for a while whilst he was still inside me, and after one last peck on my nose, he rolled to the side and onto his back. After a few minutes, the mattress shifted as he swung his feet onto the floor. I could hear him removing the condom and throwing it in my waste bin under the window.
I drew a cover from the bottom of the bed over my body and slowly sat up as he turned to face me.
“How do you feel?” he whispered, sliding across the tangled sheets until his bare skin brushed mine. “Did I hurt you?”
“A little,” I admitted, my voice a quiet rasp. My body was still registering the unfamiliar ache, a sharp heat radiating from between my thighs.
“It won’t hurt next time.”
My heart rolled over in my chest. “There’s going to be a next time?”
Kieran’s grin was wolfish, dark and certain in the shadows. “Fuck yeah.”
The sudden, heavy rumble of a car engine pulling into the gravel outside tore through the room, shattering the heat between us. Kieran froze. In a fraction of a second, his entire posture went rigid.
“That’s Jessa,” he hissed, throwing the sheets back as he bolted off the bed. “Shit.”
The sudden panic was jarring. He scrambled in the dark, cursing under his breath as his foot collided violently with my dressing table chair.
The sharp thwack of wood on bone made him wince, but there was no time to laugh.
He was a blur of frantic, tanned skin, snatching my discarded towel from the floor.
“Laters, baby,” he panted, his chest heaving as he grabbed his wallet and phone. He didn't look back as the bedroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving the air in the room swirling in his wake.
I sank back into the mattress, completely hollowed out. Without his body heat, the air felt freezing. Every inch of my skin felt raw, hypersensitive to the rough texture of the sheets.
The heavy thud of the front door closing downstairs echoed through the floorboards.
The silence rushed back in, heavy and suffocating. Kieran Rook. The realisation hit me like a physical blow to the chest. I had just given him my virginity. And we weren't even together.
A cold wave of regret tried to claw its way up my throat, but I forced it down, swallowing hard against the sudden tightness in my chest. It wasn't a mistake.
It couldn't be. My hands trembled as I twisted on the bed and withdrew my journal.
With the pen in my hand, I scribbled down the experience of my first time, pouring my emotions onto that blank page.
And I did that with the biggest of smiles on my face.