Page 9 of Finding Him

Chapter 6

Nita

Every time I moan, he growls. I never imagined that Way would really kiss me, let alone make me come so beautifully. My body feels like melted butter as he slides up and presses himself down on me.

He nuzzles my neck and kisses the tender spot behind my ear before whispering, “You were so tight around my fingers, Nita. How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

My body is suddenly full of tension. It’s the moment of truth. I was always looking for someone to measure up to Way, someone who could touch me the way he just did. I did date a few surfers, but the boarders I’ve met that are my age are…well, they’re not driven in other aspects of their life and honestly were only in it for themselves.

“How long?” he prods.

“Eighteen years?”

He pulls back to look down at me with shock in his eyes. “Is that a question?”

“No?”

“Nita. Are you a virgin?”

I nod, unable to speak and fully worried that this will ruin everything that’s been building between us all day — and for me since I was a young teenager with a crush on my stepdad.

But then I feel his erection jerk against my inner thigh. “I’m not sure I’m in the right mind to be gentle.”

“But I don’t want you to be gentle.”

He chuckles. “You say that now, but once I’m pushing into you, stretching you…” His cock jerks against me again.

I slide down just a little until his tip slides through my wetness. When he groans, I wrap my legs around him.

“Nita…”

“Fuck me.”

Even as he talks about waiting, his hips rock against me. My body pulses back to life beneath him, my sensitive clit sending a bolt of pleasure down my legs with each thrust. He’s not inside me, but it feels so good, I can’t bring myself to care.

“I’m going to make you mine, Nita. I’m going to stretch you out and fill you up.”

I shiver at his words. My pelvis tilts up toward him as if begging for more of those dirty words. He kisses me, and this time there’s more of a bite to it. His mouth is more demanding, more possessive.

When he pulls back, he looks down between us. Then I feel him. His tip is at my entrance. I gasp when he thrusts forward. There’s a burning stretch, but nothing as bad as I feared it would be.

His groin presses to mine when he bottoms out, and his gaze moves up over my body. When his eyes meet mine, his lids flutter and he moans. His fingers dig into my hips as he rocks back, then forward.

My body tries to catch up, to adjust, but it takes me a minute. He distracts me with slow, teasing kisses. By the time he increases his rhythm, I’m fully recovered from both my orgasm and losing my virginity.

Something new starts to build inside me as more dirty words spill from him. Promises, I hope he intends to keep.

“I’m going to make you scream all over again. I’m going to get you to tighten around my cock like you did around my fingers. Nothing’s ever felt as good as popping your sweet little cherry.”

Only one phrase falls from my lips. Over and over. “More, please.”

It makes him growl, makes him hold me tighter, take me faster, fuck me harder. Then, I’m right there with him. I lift to meet each rock of his hips. I curl my toes and clench every muscle as I reach for pleasure that’s just out of my grasp.

Way tells me he’s close. He tells me to come on his cock. Then he reaches down and tugs at my nipple with his teeth. A sharp bolt of something just beyond pleasure lights up inside me.

My vision blurs. My back arches. My ears buzz.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Come for me.”