her hands under my armpits and yanking me up to her. That’s fine, she’s not ready for that. Just like everything else, we have a lifetime.
“I have a condom. In my wallet.” She raises an eyebrow at me and I roll my eyes. “Dad gave it to me a year ago. No clue why other than he said he wasn’t ready to be a grandpa anytime soon.”
“Okay. That’s good.” I don’t know what she’s saying is good, but she’s not saying we don’t need one. Thankful my arms are long, I reach over and find my wallet, pull out the single condom that I prayed I’d use with her, and tear it open. She watches every movement when I pull it out of the foil and line it up over the tip and roll it on.
“Are you okay? Is this… is this what you want?” I ask, needing to make sure. If she says no, we’ll stop. I would rather cut off my dick than force her to do anything she’s not ready for.
“Yes.”
One word. That’s all she gives me. So I look into her eyes. The ones that have never been able to lie to me and silently beg for truth. Confident in what I’m seeing, I lower myself and line us up.
My next question feels like knives in my throat but I need to ask her. “Is this your first time?”
Her head is jerky and eyes are wide when she looks down at our centers. I’m hard and throbbing, poised to enter her. I can tell she’s nervous but it doesn’t add to my nerves. It only makes me realize how right this is. “Yeah. It is.” Fuck yes! “Yours?”
“Yeah.” I want to say I was waiting for it to be with her but I don’t want to freak her out. Instead, I tell her, “We’ll take it slow and if it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
She nods and offers up a smile. I slowly push my way inside and let out a little curse. She feels so good. Tight and slick. The little amount of foreplay we did has her ready for me, but I still feel like a jackass I didn’t take more time with her. A lifetime. The reminder of what we will have together replays in my head. I move again, going in a little deeper. Inch by inch, I slowly enter her until I’m all the way. Our bodies fit together perfectly, our chests heaving. I lick my lips and kiss her as I continue to move, hoping that the distraction of the kiss will help with any pain she’s feeling.
Her legs shift, wrapping around my waist and I raise up on my hands, like I’m doing a pushup over her. She lifts a hand and places it on my cheek, down my jaw, over my shoulder and down to grip my bicep. “You’re okay?”
“Mm hmm. It’s good.”
“Ready for more?”
“Are you?” she counters saucily and fuck, why didn’t I know for sure that I was in love with her? I’m a moron for not seeing it.
I smirk and move quicker, our bodies becoming one. The only thing that would make this more perfect, well, aside from her telling me she loves me, too, would be if there was no barrier between us and we’d have had more time together. Maybe in a bed instead of the back of my truck. But some day, soon, when we’re sure and she can get on the pill or something, we’ll get there. Fuck, there I go again, jumping ahead. But it’s hard not to when I’m buried inside her and nothing else has ever felt so right.
Twisting my hips a little bit, I enter her at a different angle and then she moves her hand, finding her clit between us. Holy shit. I’m not going to last. Not only am I having sex with Sadie Jones, I’m watching her pleasure herself like she knows what she’s doing. How am I supposed to keep going when that’s what I’m seeing?
“Sadie,” I moan and she cries out, telling me that she’s about to come, which is a damn good thing because I am, too.
“Reed!” she shouts into the cool, mountain night air and that’s all it takes. Somehow, on our first time together, we both come at the same time, which only reiterates the fact that I know we’re perfect together.
We come down from our high, breathing deeply and cuddling close after I remove