his pants, unzipped them, and stepped from the bed to shuck them off completely. Along with his boxer briefs.
Jamie was impressive, to say the least.
There was … girth.
The tingling between my legs intensified, and slickness accompanied this familiar tugging flip in my lower belly.
“Jamie,” I gasped, reaching for him.
Instead of coming down over me, his features hardened. Gripping my hips in his strong hands, he yanked me toward him. His hands moved to the back of my thighs, fingers squeezing as he lifted my lower body off the bed and forced my legs wide.
His head descended between them and then his mouth was on me.
I was flooded with sensation as he licked and sucked at me. Pleasure coiled tightly, deep and low, the pressure building as I undulated against his tongue. The urge to throw back my head and descend into bliss was strong, but it was turning me on even more to watch him.
I came on a scream, my body falling against the bed, my hips jerking with climax as Jamie lapped up my orgasm. At one point I was vaguely aware of Jamie leaving my body, of the crinkling sound of foil, as I melted into the mattress, my body pulsing.
Then I was being lifted under the arms, maneuvered back up the bed, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he fell over me, kissing me. I could taste myself on his tongue. He was hard and hot between my legs, a slight pressure against my wet.
Jamie groaned, breaking the kiss, eyes on me as he pushed up onto his hands to brace himself over me. “Hold on,” he demanded hoarsely.
I gripped his waist, my panting increasing with the anticipation. “Jamie.”
He pushed against me, feeling impossibly big, and my fingernails dug into his skin. “Fuck.” His expression strained as he gently nudged in a little more.
It burned and I winced. Oh my God, he wasn’t going to fit. How was that possible? “Jamie?”
As if he’d read my mind, he gave a huff of breathless laughter. “It’ll happen. You’re just so tight.” He groaned and leaned his forehead against mine, his body trembling as he held himself suspended. “Give me a minute.”
Feeling the damp sweat coat his body, I lifted my hips upward into him. “Just do it fast,” I whispered.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I think it’ll be better.” The burning pressure was uncomfortable.
Lifting his head, he stared into my eyes. “You sure?”
I nodded, my hands sliding down to rest on his waist. “Please.”
Jamie took in a breath, expression fierce. He moved his hips back, retreating slightly, and then he thrust into me hard. His guttural growl filled the room as he seated himself deep inside me. “Jane, fuck me, fuck me,” he murmured, eyes squeezed closed, face suffused with utter pleasure.
For me, it hurt. I hadn’t expected it would hurt like that. Tears burned in my eyes and when Jamie opened his and saw, his expression instantly changed from bliss to horror. “Jane,” he panted, cupping my face with one hand while he held himself up with the other. “Do you want me to stop?”
In that moment, my body did. It wanted to eject him and retreat, but my mind reminded me I loved him and that I’d read that a girl’s first time could be painful. But that it got better.
Knowing the joy I’d felt from the orgasm Jamie had just given me, I had to believe it got better. We just had to work through the awkward virginity part.
He began to pull out and I gripped him tight. “Don’t.”
Jamie hovered over me, unsure.
I gave him a reassuring smile, blinking back the tears. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. “I love you.”
Adoration suffused me and I relaxed, and as I relaxed, the pain receded. The sensation of him was overwhelming and it burned still, but there was a pleasure pain in it. “I love you so much, Jamie. Keep going.” I flexed my hips a little. “I want this.”
Jamie kissed me. Deep. Full of feeling. And as we kissed, he moved. It stung with the first few glides, but then it changed.
That beautiful tension built.
I gasped into his mouth and we broke apart, holding each other’s eyes as he moved in and out of me. “Jamie.” I gripped his shoulders, shifting my hips to meet his thrusts. He was hitting a place inside of me that felt amazing.
“Jane.” He pushed back up on his hands, his thrusts growing more confident again.