The Princess and The Jester - A.D. McCammon Page 0,69

breathing once I capture her, my hands resting on her hips. I silently stare at her for a minute, wanting to remember every detail about this night. She’s so damn beautiful.

She hooks her arms around my neck and pushes up on the balls of her feet, her mouth timidly connecting with mine. I tug her body to me, wrapping her in my arms as the kiss deepens.

My heart beats rapidly inside my chest, excitement and fear flooding me with adrenaline. Everything about this feels familiar yet brand new.

She pulls her mouth from mine, panting as my lips find their way to her neck instead.

“Cole?”

I hum against her skin, not wanting to stop tasting her.

“I love you.”

My lips freeze at her words. I’ve heard them countless times before. She says it every day. But this one felt different. Like she’s answering yes to the question I hadn’t asked yet.

We haven’t talked about tonight being the night. It was merely implied, with both of us knowing we might not get this opportunity again for a while. Even my mother unknowingly contributed to our unspoken plan when she bought me a box of condoms, just in case.

But now that we’re in the moment, I’m starting to second guess it.

Isn’t losing your virginity supposed to be a big deal? Especially for girls? I want our first time together to be special for Gwen. Flowers, candlelight, music. All that romantic shit from those chick flicks she’s always watching. My nasty ass bedroom with dirty dishes and empty soda cans everywhere isn’t the ideal atmosphere. It doesn’t really set the mood.

I lift my head, studying her swollen lips and flushed skin. “I love you too. But, you know we don’t have to…”

A soft smile forms on her lips, as if she can hear all the thoughts swirling around in my head. “I want to,” she assures me, not even a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “We’ve been together for a year, and I’ve loved you since we were seven years old. I’m ready.”

She lifts the hem of my shirt over my head, melting away all my doubts as her fingertips trail down my chest and abdomen. My dick is already hard by the time she begins unbuttoning my jeans. A shy smile tugs at her pouty lips once my pants hit the floor.

Smirking, I step out of them and kick them aside. “Your turn.”

Her stare stays on me as she slowly peels off her clothing, leaving only a pair of pink silky panties with a white bow in the front. She doesn’t try to cover herself, allowing me to drink her in as she stands bare before me.

Gwen has always been self-conscious about her body, but not when she’s with me. She seems to blossom before my gaze. Like my image of her is being reflected back at her, and she sees how truly breathtaking she is.

I pull her close until our bodies are flush, my dick twitching with need as our lips melt together. We move toward my bed, our mouths staying molded until the backs of her legs hit the mattress.

She gets on the bed and makes herself comfortable, removing her underwear while I grab a condom from the drawer. I push my boxers down before ripping open the condom wrapper and removing it with shaky hands. Gwen watches with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation as I slip it on.

After climbing into bed, I position myself between her thighs. The head of my penis rubs against her opening, and she sucks in a breath, her legs tightening around me.

My lips land on hers, the kiss calming my racing pulse as I gently slide into her. She stiffens under me, the moan she releases into my mouth sounding more like pain than pleasure.

I freeze and tear my mouth from hers, leaning back to meet her eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” She shakes her head, taking a deep breath. “It’s supposed to be a little painful. That was the worst of it, the aching feeling is already going away. Don’t stop. But…go slow at first.”

Her body relaxes, allowing me to slowly push deeper until I’m all the way inside of her. The warm, wet sensation is intoxicating. Not wanting this to be over before it even begins, I hold my breath and make slow thrusts.

Gwen gradually opens more for me, her hips rolling with mine. Each time we meet, her movements are harder and faster.