exactly what I’m doing, but as I suck him deep he hisses, “Fuck, Adri,” and thrusts into my mouth, so I think it’s working. I tighten my lips around him and glide his hardening length as deep as I can, then tighten my fingers at the root, and he rolls his head back and groans again.
A minute later, he’s hard as steel. I tease him with my mouth and tongue a little longer, and when he starts leaking from the tip, I sit up and reach for a condom on the nightstand. I arrange it over him and squeeze out the air the way I saw him do it, then roll it down his tight length.
I crawl up the bed and kiss him, then position myself so I sink onto his erection when I lower my hips.
There’s no pain this time, just an intense feeling of stretch and fullness. I move on top of him, gliding up and down his hard shaft, finding a rhythm. He grasps my hips and moves with me, and this time, I can focus on the way my body responds. His fingertips brush over my skin, along the curve of my breasts, raising gooseflesh everywhere. He cradles my breasts in his palms and rubs his thumbs in circles over my hypersensitive nipples, sending aftershocks through me.
“So pink and perfect,” he says, his voice rough with sex.
I smile down at him and move with our slow rhythm.
He glides one hand over my belly, and his thumb finds my clit. “That’s it,” he says, pressing his thumb in a circle and forcing a moan out of me. “I love how you sound when you’re all jacked up. You don’t do anything halfway. It’s just so fucking sexy.”
I lift my hands and twist them into my hair, arching and putting my whole body on display for him.
He stops moving and stares up at me, a mix of wonder and lust in his eyes. “You, Adri Wilson, are going to be my downfall. There have to be a million reasons why I can’t let that happen, but right at this instant, I can’t think of a single goddamn one of them.”
He sits up under me and lifts us as he bends his knees. His arms wrap around me as he thrusts himself into me. I gasp. In this position he’s so much deeper, but there’s also twice as much pressure on my clit.
“Okay?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer before taking my nipple into his mouth and swirling his magical tongue over it, and then I can’t do anything but gasp out his name.
He loves me, easy and so tender, bringing me slowly back to the peak. And when I fall back to earth, I fall even harder for this mysterious man.
We lie in each other’s arms for a long time before either of us moves, but we both know our time is limited. Finally, he reaches for his phone. “Their boat docks in a half hour,” he says, and I don’t miss the dejection in his voice.
“When will we see each other again?” I ask.
“Monday at school,” he says with a smirk.
I smack his shoulder. “You know what I mean. Like this.”
“Didn’t get enough?” he asks with a lift of his brow.
“No, actually. Did you?”
He shakes his head and his expression goes serious. “Never.”
I lift myself off him and sit up, then sort through the tangle of clothes on the floor. It takes a minute, and when I turn back and look at him, he’s staring at the bedsheets, some mix of trepidation and anger on his face. “Did your period just start?”
I’m not due for my period for over a week. I could lie, but I think we’re past that. “No.”
“Was this . . .” He trails off and looks back at the streak of blood on the sheets in horror. “Were you a virgin?”
Suddenly, I know I should have told him. “Yes.”
He rockets off the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ, Adri. You could have at least given me a heads-up.”
My gut twists into a painful knot. “Why? What difference would it have made?”
He throws a hand at me. “I would have . . . it should have been—”
A jolt of numbing fear shoots through me. “It was perfect, Rob. It was everything I’d ever fantasized.”
“Damn it, Adri!” he shouts, turning and pacing toward the window. “It shouldn’t have been me! It was your first time. It should have been with someone who . .