bare ass disappear into his bathroom. He returned a few seconds later, holding a thick navy towel, then sidetracking to his overnight bag and retrieving a box of condoms.
And that was when my nerves kicked in. Seeing the towel and knowing what it was meant for, seeing the condoms, made it very real.
Silence stretched between us while he positioned the towel beneath me, tore into the box, and removed one foil packet. The sight of him rolling that rubber over his dick was one I’d never forget.
Once done, he lay beside me and kissed me passionately. The moment our mouths connected all our pent-up desire came bubbling to the surface. Every touch, every kiss brought me dangerously closer to a point of no return, until he suddenly pulled away and switched gears.
With our lips tethered, he trailed his hand down my body and into my panties. At first contact, he pulled away, and his eyes widened in surprise.
“Holy fuck, Liv. When did you do this?”
“Yesterday.” Arranging to be waxed had been fun, since I needed my mom’s consent, and the waxing itself felt like the fires of hell had risen between my legs. But seeing the look on his face now made it worth it.
He hastily removed my panties and began caressing every part of me in awe. “You’re so smooth.” My hips responded, moving against his hand as he gently slid a finger inside. “I can’t wait to taste you there, but that has to wait, because I need to be inside you, Liv.”
“I need you to be too.” He could probably feel my heart pounding when he positioned himself over me. “Now I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. We’ll go slow. Okay?”
“Okay.” He rubbed himself against me, over and over, the sensation it caused contradicting my spiked heart rate. With his other hand, he held my head, forcing me to stare into his eyes. “You need to talk to me, though. If it hurts too much, I’ll stop.”
I chose to nod instead of speaking, because my trembling voice would be a dead giveaway of how terrified I actually was.
He resumed touching me with his fingers, circling my clit repeatedly. It had always been a quick way to get me primed in the past, and tonight was no different. A persistent throb pulsed through me like a live current until he slowly slid into me. That fingertip never stopped, as he inched his way in deeper—until a sharp pain hit, causing an involuntary wince, and stopping him in his tracks.
“Talk to me, baby. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I breathed through the pain. “Don’t move. Give me a second.”
He held himself still except for his fingertip circling again and his mouth kissing the side of my neck. The feel of his lips and touch contradicted the pain and caused me to clench around him.
“Fuck, I feel that,” he said, his own expression twisting into a different form of agony.
At first, the pain and pleasure battled, and then the sensations slowly morphed into an uncomfortable fullness. But each skim of his finger had that pleasure pulling ahead, until it took over the rest of me.
It felt like an eternity later as I began to buck my hips.
Shane lifted his head to stare into my eyes. Through his scowl I knew he was in his own form of torture. “Liv. I need to…” He sucked in a breath, leaving me to fill in the blanks.
“I’m okay. You can move now.”
Instantly, he resumed pushing himself into me. Our pelvises met, and he mimicked my motions. Short, slow thrusts brought with them a small stab of discomfort, followed by a surge of something else. During it, I tenderly traced his face, my emotions getting the best of me. The love I felt for him had nowhere to go except out through a slow, rolling tear. At seeing it, he tilted his head and hesitated.
“I’m good, Shane.” I nodded encouragingly. “Keep going.”
I kissed him deeply, and he groaned when our tongues met. When I dug my fingers into his hair, he closed his eyes. When I traced my tongue across his jaw to his ear, he uttered my name. When I sucked on his neck, he started to move faster.
Determination crossed over his face. I had no expectation that our first time would be pleasurable at all, but it surprisingly was. Of course, the way Shane touched my clit the entire time he was inside of me was the reason. But having this connection to him as his eyes