Lib Novel Page 56
“I’ll always take care of you. I swear.”
I believe him. Wholeheartedly. This is not about my first time. It’s trusting someone with my heart and hoping he won’t break it into pieces.
He rummages through his wallet and rolls on a condom.
“Came prepared?”
“Hoped we’d happen.”
Typical.
“I think missionary is the best position for the first time.”
“No, just like this.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I just want to feel you while I’m in your arms.”
I lift myself a bit, and he guides his tip to my entrance. His head disappears inside of me, and I already feel full.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“You’re big…”
He chuckles, and I giggle.
It’s such a wholesome moment as I give myself to him. It doesn’t feel like I’m losing my virginity to him because it couldn’t be anyone else. But I am losing my heart to him too. Yet, I am also gaining so much: the freedom to choose who I am with and the certainty that this is right. He is the one my soul recognizes as my other half. My emotions are all over the place as he pushes more inside of me.
My walls stretch, trying to accommodate him. There’s a bit of pain, but more discomfort.
“You want this?”
“I do. So much…”
“I’m sorry then.”
He thrusts inside of me to the hilt, stealing the breath from my throat.
I pant. I gasp. I bite his shoulder at the sudden invasion and fullness.
He fills me beyond my capacity to take. I’m so full, but feeling him inside of me is marvelous. Our bodies are connected in the most intimate way.
He strokes down my back, letting me adjust to his size. He’s inside of me, and not like an intruder, but the owner—making me his.
The realization is overwhelming, yet offers me a strange sense of peace.
“You’re perfect, princess. You’re doing so well, taking all of me.”
He kisses my lips, and my lids, and something incredible happens: I want more.
He pushes me back, still inside of me, and I clench instinctively to hold him inside of me.
“Fuck. You squeeze me so good, like you never want me to leave. I’d fucking stay buried in your sweet pussy that I made mine.”
“You say the most romantic things.”
“I could wax poetic about your pussy all you want, but I’d rather show you.”