Chapter 28 #3
“I have an IUD,” I offered. I’d had one since I was eighteen to combat the crazy period cramps I used to get.
“I got tested as soon as I got back this summer, and I haven’t been with anyone since I came back home,” Bower said. His hand grasped his erection, and he pumped the shaft a couple of times, creating new beads of moisture on the tip. I watched, fascinated.
Bower looked down, following my eye line, and smirked when he saw what I was looking at. “Eager, aren’t you, Mia?”
My eyes shot back up to his. “I think I’m ready, Bower.” I lay back, looking up at him. The man I’d compared every other man to since I met him. No one compared.
Bower put his hand on my inner thigh, waiting for my permission. When I nodded, he slipped his fingers between my wet folds and pushed one inside of me. I felt my body squeeze around his finger as it pushed deeper and deeper.
I looked down between our bodies, at his hand between my legs, his erection inches away. How was this going to work?
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Bower said as he withdrew his finger.
“Sorry,” I said. I looked back up at his face, trying to read it.
Bower paused, his eyebrows furrowed. “What are you sorry about?”
“That I’m so tight and I don’t know how this is going to work.” I gestured toward his erection, bobbing between his legs.
“You’re about to give me the best night of my life, and you’re worried about being tight?” he asked.
I nodded. It seemed like a problem.
“Mia, look at me.” Bower paused, waiting for my eyes to meet his. He brushed the hair from my forehead and tucked it behind my ear once they did. “It’s going to work. Your body was made for me. I’m going to show you exactly what your body can do.”
He leaned in and gave me another one of those kisses where our tongues battled between our mouths. We only separated when we were too out of breath to continue.
“Are you ready?” Bower asked.
I nodded. I didn’t know how I could be any more ready.
“It’s going to feel wet, maybe uncomfortable for you,” he said.
I wasn’t worried. There was no way I could feel any more uncomfortable than I already was. My body was buzzing with anticipation, begging to be released.
“I’ll try to make the first part as painless as possible, but it’s going to hurt for a second or two,” Bower warned me.
My hands gripped his shoulders as he bent his head down and palmed his erection, guiding it toward my center. I felt his tip against me, pushing, stretching me open to accommodate his size. Nope, this wasn’t going to work. Like he said, I was tight.
“Take a deep breath,” Bower instructed. He grabbed the top of my thigh, using it to brace himself before he pushed his tip into me, stretching me. I sucked in a breath as he continued to push, the tip fully inside me.
He waited until I nodded, letting him know that I was ready. He gripped my thighs tighter before he plunged the rest of the way into me.
I gasped. I hadn’t expected that. Tears crowded the corners of my closed eyes.
“Breathe, Mia. Give me a couple of deep breaths.” Bower’s voice brought me back, and I blinked open my eyes.
His face was right in front of mine, his eyes searching my face for clues as to how I was feeling.
“I’m sorry, baby. Sometimes it’s best to just dive in the first time. It’ll feel good soon.”
I breathed in and out through my nose, trying to take in the new sensation that overwhelmed my entire body.
“It’ll help if you try to relax around me.” His hand moved from my thigh to my side, his thumb massaging the space below my belly button, trying to relax the muscles that had clenched at the unfamiliar intrusion.
I closed my eyes for a second, willing myself to relax. I felt everything loosen, slowly, then all at once. I could feel him inside of me, but it was no longer uncomfortable. The burning had subsided.
I wiggled underneath him, testing the new feeling between my legs.
Bower groaned. “Baby, you can’t be doing that unless you want me to blow in the next thirty seconds.” I froze underneath him. “I know you don’t know what you’re doing, but that felt fucking amazing.”
“It did?” I asked. I wiggled my hips a couple more times.
“Every time you move it feels good,” he said. “Let me help you feel good too.”
Bower stood up, his shaft still inside of me.
He lifted my legs up into the air, placing each of my ankles on his shoulders, my feet framing his face.
Oh. Oh fuck. His tip hit something inside of me that felt—oh.
He started moving, pulling out slightly before pushing back in, rubbing against that spot over and—oh…
“I can’t—” Bower took my ankles from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, bending over and climbing onto the makeshift bed. He covered my body with his, nuzzling his nose into the side of my neck. “I can’t be that far away from you.”
I wrapped my arms around his chest, holding him close as he continued to move in and out of me. I reveled in every warm breath against my neck, every press of his lips against my skin, every word of praise he whispered into my ear.
You’re taking me amazingly well, baby.
Just like that.
You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?
“Bower,” I moaned.
“Mia.” He was panting, the veins in his neck large.
“Is it—” I swallowed some air, trying to take a breath. “Supposed to feel like this?”
“Feel like what, baby?”
“Like—” I couldn’t breathe. My toes curled, and my stomach tightened. I closed my eyes as my body shook. I could hear Bower groaning above me, his body slamming into mine at a fast pace.
Warmth filled my insides as Bower’s shaft pulsed, my walls constricting around him. I twitched, quivering, like aftershocks of an earthquake. I blinked a few times, bringing myself back, my eyesight coming back into focus.
Bower hovered on top of me on his elbows, his warm breath against my cheek. “I’ve never come so hard in my life,” he whispered into my ear, his breathing still labored.
I’d never had sex before, and now, after having sex with Bower, I knew I wanted it again—with him. I wanted to feel him near me, on top of me, moaning my name. It was addicting, the feeling of having Bower so close.
But soon he wouldn’t be close. I’d be back home, spending the rest of the summer living in my parents’ house preparing for the beginning of the school year. He’d be here at Agate Harbors, running the resort.
My vacation was ending, but I didn’t want what Bower and I had started to finish.