Page 60 of Last First Kiss
She seemed unsure, and it was his turn to take the lead. She’d come to him, and that’s all he needed her to do. He slid his hands under her shirt, his palms against her warm soft skin. Moving up her rib cage and under her full breasts, his thumbs grazed her nipples which were puckering out. She arched into his touch as he continued to slide his palms up, taking her shirt with him on the way up. She sat up slightly and he helped pull it up from her head and then tossed it aside.
He tried not to think of her and other men, but he wondered how much of a virgin she was. Would this be the first time she’d be naked in front of a man? Had she ever been touched before? Had she ever touched a man? That thought made him see red for a second, but it quickly went away when he saw the softness in her eyes. And now he was scared. He wanted to make this right for her. Perfect. Memorable.
He wanted to make her his.
Still on his knees, he ran his hands down her lean torso, unable to look away but also wanting to close his eyes and lick from her neck to her toes until she was squirming underneath him. But he vowed to take his time even if he was worried he’d explode with need. He shifted lower on the bed and with his eyes never leaving hers he slipped his index fingers into the waistband of her white lacy boy - short - underwear - panty - things and began to slide them down her long legs. When she didn’t stop him he continued moving down until she was completely naked underneath him. A deep guttural groan escaped him when he saw just a strip of barely-there strawberry blond hair on her pelvis and everything else was bare and glistening.
She squirmed a little at his gaze, probably feeling uncomfortable, but he made it up to her by moving slowly back up her body, using the weight of his forearms to keep his weight off of her. Then he kissed her. It wasn’t rushed and frenzied, even though that’s what he wanted. It was a slow exploration of her mouth and tongue. Her palms rubbed up and down his back and when she started to undulate under him, he almost lost it.
Slowly he moved down. This time instead of touching her with his hands he kissed down her neck, across her collarbone, then into the valley between her breasts, pinching her left nipple and then moving his mouth to the right, looking up at her while he licked over the rosy puckered skin. When he’d had his fill, he switched to the other nipple. She had the most perfect tits. Just full enough to fill his hands.
Knowing that the first time would hurt, he wanted to make absolutely sure she was ready for him, so foreplay was going to last longer than his cock could possibly handle.
Moving lower still, his tongue sunk into her bellybutton teasingly, making her squirm and writhe until she was moaning incoherently. Then he moved even lower until he was right where he wanted to be. With his shoulders, he parted her thighs and got comfortable. “Let me see you, Annie. Open your legs for me.”
She covered her face, but he looked up and tsked at her, so she just looked down at him from in between those long lashes. He parted her wet lips with his thumb and forefinger and gently blew on her swollen clit, causing a little desperate mewl to come out of her mouth.
He latched on, sucking and licking and flicking his tongue, using all the tricks he knew until she was right there. On the precipice. And he wanted her to fall over. He needed her to come at least once and he wanted her to do it on his tongue. She tasted so good, he couldn’t get enough. He pushed a finger inside of her and then crooked it upwards, hitting her sweet spot while he used his tongue.
Her pussy tightened around his fingers like a vise and she yelled his name over and over, almost coming off the bed as she exploded on his mouth.
Still panting and squirming, he wasted no time in pushing his boxer briefs down, grabbing a condom from the side table, ripping it open and sliding it on.
It must’ve been half an hour since she said a single word, except for her screaming orgasm, but now—now—he needed her words.
“Let me inside, Annabelle.” It was a plea. He needed her to say the words.
“Yes, please. God, yes.”
“I don’t want it to hurt,” he said through gritted teeth, fisting his cock right by her entrance.
“I trust you, Rock. Do it, please.”
Slowly. Painfully slowly, he slid inside, looking at her face for signs of pain. She closed her eyes and he stopped for a moment giving her time to adjust. He widened her thighs further apart and rubbed her clit, trying to get her to focus on the pleasure rather than the pain as he moved further inside of her until he was seated balls deep.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Are you okay?”
She swallowed and nodded her head a little frantically which meant she wasn’t okay. “I will be. Just move a little.”
He did. He rocked slowly in and out, moving his body down until they were bare chest to bare chest, their fingers intertwined and up over her head.
He’d never had sex like this. It was tender and intense and he didn’t know whether he was in pure bliss or in excruciating pain.
“I’m okay,” she said into his neck. “I swear. I’m okay. Let go, Rock.”
“Don’t worry about me. I want this to be good for you.”
“It is.” She kissed his neck. “It’s so good. But you need to let go, I’m not going to break.” She widened her legs and pushed up a little in an unsure movement that felt so fucking good, he couldn’t stop himself. He slid in and out, in slow long movements until he felt his spine tingle and his balls tighten against his body.
“Annie . . . baby . . . fuck . . .” He grunted until he couldn’t do anything but let go, just as she’d asked. Spilling everything inside of her, his heart, emotions he didn’t even know he had, possessiveness, a need to protect her, every single feeling converged in that moment as he collapsed on top of her.
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Annie had watched her fair share of sappy rom coms and always rolled her eyes at the heroine who cried after sex as if it was some huge pivotal thing in her life. As if sex meant that much. She also always felt embarrassed for the woman—get your emotions under control and stop being a pussy, she always thought.
And here she was, lying under Rocco who was still on top of her, inside of her, and heaving for breath, and a damn tear slipped from her eye and she was having a hard time catching her breath.
What the fuck was going on? She refused to let him see her lose her shit.
