started moving my hips or offered to do certain things for him, he would come quickly. But I didn't want this to be over yet, either.
And even if I was sore later, it would be more than worth it.
My words seemed to do something to him. It was if I gave him permission to let go. He started thrusting harder. Not faster . . . just much, much harder.
And just like that, I was coming again.
I drifted awake, my eyelids fluttering open. For a moment, I had no idea where I was. A ridiculously handsome face came into focus above me.
"Melissa! Melissa, can you hear me?"
Nick. Nick was there. I instantly knew I was safe. He looked worried.
"Sweetheart, can you hear me?"
“Yes. I’m . . . what happened?”
“I think you fainted,” he said, frowning down at me.
“Did . . . did we finish?”
He nodded, not the least bit embarrassed. That was okay. I was embarrassed enough for both of us.
“Together. It was . . . intense.”
“Oh,” I said, turning every shade of pink in the world. How could I still be so shy after we did that together? We hadn’t just had sex. It had been extremely filthy, sweaty, and from the feeling between my legs, very messy sex.
“Drink this,” he said, holding a bottle of water to my lips. He must have gotten up. After we . . .
“Thank you,” I said shyly. He looked relieved when I sat up and took the bottle. I took a deep sip and then another. I had been a bit parched, after all.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes roving over my body.
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Good. Lie back.”
“Wha–what?”
“Lie back, Melissa.”
I stared up at him. His hand was on his cock. His hard cock. Nick was still hard. Was that normal?
“You want to . . .”
He was staring between my legs, his mouth opening slightly.
“Spread your legs. Let me make sure you’re okay.”
He wanted to . . . look at me? That set off a whole new level of mortification. I did as he asked anyway, my breath catching as he used his fingers to inspect me. A shiver ran through me and he cursed.
“I should make you eat something.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Then drink some more water.”
I drank some more. He nodded and took the bottle from me, taking a swig of the icy cold water. Then he pushed my legs apart and bent down to lick me. I gasped at the sensation. His tongue was cold and hard at the tip, then hot lower down. I was way, way more sensitive than usual. I started whimpering as he tongued my lips and clit for a long while. He finally leaned up and looked at me.
“Again,” he insisted.
He wanted to have sex again? Oh, my . . . he really did want me. There was no doubt about that anymore. But the delicious feelings inside me were building already. I was pretty sure I was going to be coming again very soon, too.
The girls had been right. It was going to be a long, long night.
Chapter Forty
Nick
Slow down, Nick. Stop. You are going to fucking hurt her. You have to slow the fuck down.
But I couldn’t. I could not seem to control myself at all. It was like a damn had burst and a river was flooding the forest. Except it was a river of sex and sweat and bodily fluids.
My God, I had never come so hard in my life. Not even close. It was like I’d never even had a fucking orgasm before. That’s how intense it was with Melissa. Everything felt brand-new. So good I wanted it to go on forever.
But I had to slow the fuck down.
I hissed and rolled away from her. I don’t know where I found the strength, but I did it. I stared at the ceiling. I’d been going for round three. The first time had been too damned fast. The second time, I’d had to stop halfway through and carry her to the bed so I could fuck her face to face.
No girl wanted to lose her virginity with her ass in the air. But nothing was going to plan. I’d had this fantasy about wining and dining her. Taking it slow. Putting a smile on her face when I was a hundred and fifty fucking percent sure she was ready.
But that outfit . . . her hair. Even her damned lipgloss. Everything about seeing her today had tipped my hand, loosened the