He slid into Verity’s warmth, pressing just the head of his cock in, testing what she could take. The heat that engulfed him made him roll his eyes into the back of his head. He maintained a tentative hold on his control by staring into her eyes.

She trusted him with this. This moment, this first.

Chance was unaccustomed to anyone trusting him with much of anything beyond the goings-on at the Ball & Joint. Women were attracted to him. A few even tried to fuck him. But how many actually trusted him?

Not a single fucking one.

Until Verity took his cybernetic hand in her own and held it to her heart.

He inched forward, watching her face for any discomfort.

She moved tenuously beneath him, encouraging him further. He pressed harder, butting up against the inner boundary of her virginity which he'd forgotten even existed.

She took a deep breath and her thighs tensed around his.

He stilled, running his fingers through her hair and placing soft kisses on her face. He ran his tongue down her neck chewing on the spot just below her ear he had already discovered made her quiver and relax. Her inner muscles melted around him, and the heat of their union drove him to thrust gently, back and forth, just enough for her to get used to the sensation of it.

He cupped her cheek and waited for her to meet his eyes. “This might hurt, just for a minute, and then it’ll be over and will feel good again. It'll feel so amazing, you won’t be able to believe it possible.”

She looked at him from beneath fluttering lashes. “You mean it'll feel better than this?”" Chance chuckled and could feel the vibration run along her body.

“So much fucking better than this.”

He leaned down and kissed her, wrapped one arm around her back, and lifted himself on his knees. With one hard, powerful thrust, he pushed inside, breaking the barrier of her hymen and claiming her virginity as his own.

Verity whimpered into his mouth, but instead of slowing and giving her body a chance to tense up he thrust deep into her pulling almost all the way out and then back again. Her body quivered beneath him her, thighs up around her hips, but soon the tightness of her pussy became the clutching embrace of pleasure. She rocked her hips up to meet his and pulled away from his lips panting.

“Oh my God. Oh. God. God. Chance!”

He loved the sound of pleasure dripping from her lips. He moved firmly and quickly. Increasing his pace as much as he dared. He didn't want to push her, but every time he thought it would be too much she moaned, begging him with her body to keep going.

His body trembled as he held back, all he wanted to do was plunge into her balls deep and spill deep inside her. He longed to pull out, grab her by the hips, flip her over, and fuck her on her hands and knees until she could barely walk the next day. But he maintained control, focusing on the mewling sensual woman beneath him. If she had been beautiful before, she was downright exquisite now, cheeks flushed with pleasure and excitement, her neck long and sensual.

He couldn’t resist running his teeth down her neck and biting her on her shoulder. Her skin was soft and supple, and he dragged his teeth along her flesh. Beneath him, Verity quivered and clamped down his cock

She liked it a little rough. He’d have to remember that later. The idea of a next time—even his wanting there to be a next time—overwhelmed him and soon his body shook with the effort not to give into his mounting orgasm.

New heat rushed through him as Verity fluttered around Chance’s cock. She threw her head back and in a rare display of abandon let lose a primal scream.

Chance held her, thrusting hard and deep as she rode the wave of her orgasm. The sight of her, so beautiful and free, was enough to make any man lose control, but Chance held on determined to make this first time special.

As her body collapsed, her passion spent, Chance finally gave himself permission to give over to the glorious feeling of her delicious pussy still throbbing around him like a heartbeat. He rocked into her three more times.

She kept her arms around his back, still moving as her inner walls clenched down around the aftershocks of her orgasm. When the muscles shook with need and heat swelling up his spine like an electric shock, he slammed a hand against the wall with a roar. He rocketed forward one final time, as he came inside her, submitting to the needs of his desire leaving him a breathless pulsing pile of raw nerve endings.

Chance collapsed, keeping the weight on his arms and knees to keep from completely crushing Verity. She ran her delicate fingers up and down his back and nuzzled into his neck.

“That was nothing like I was told it would be.” She panted.

“I'll take that as a compliment.”" He chuckled before pulling his softening cock out of her.

She whimpered slightly then reached for a blanket to cover herself with.

“Don't.” He reached for her hand and pulled it back so he could kiss her fingers. “I just want to look at you for a while.”

Verity met him with a soft gaze that was too familiar for comfort, but Chance shook the idea away. He was just whimsical in his post-coital bliss.

Verity sat up and looked out the window of his bedroom, the sun high enough in the sky that it filtered down between the buildings of the upper city and flooded the slums with its rare appearance. “What time is it?”

“Who fucking cares.” Chance rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Lay back down. We’ll sleep and then if you feel up to it, we’ll start over again from the beginning.” He kissed her hip, and she shivered but pulled away.

“I have to go home. Imogen is waiting for me, I told her I wouldn’t be gone for very long, and now it looks like half the day is over.”

Chance looked up at the cute little scowl that turned her lips downward when she tried so hard to be taken seriously. He did everything in his power not to laugh, because it wasn't funny. She was right. She needed to be there for her friend. But the emotion coursing through him—affection? familiarity?—he wasn't sure yet, made everything she did just a little sweeter.

“Okay, you're right. Whatever your friend’s been through we probably shouldn't be the cause of more worry.” He stepped up, climbed off the bed, and pulled on a pair of jeans, sucking his still interested cock inside.

“Where are you going? You can still sleep.”

“No, I’m going with you. I hear there are dangerous cyborgs out there who will seduce young girls and take their innocence.”

Verity laughed and watched him before raising an eyebrow. “No underwear?”

“Easy access for later,” he winked.

She giggled and blushed before looking away. “I don't think I can do that.”

Chance couldn't stand being away from her any longer. He crawled across the bed and tackled her with a playful hug. “That's okay. I can just rip yours off if I need to.” He kissed her neck, and she laughed a full bright sound that filled his apartment with happiness.

She smacked him on the shoulder and scurried away, searching the floor. “Where are my clothes?”

Chance leaned back on his bed with his hands behind his head, enjoying the show. Her pert little breasts bounced as she scurried around the room. She was too thin, but the swell of her hips couldn’t be denied and were sexy as fuck. He wanted to watch her naked all day every day.

“I think there's a trail of clothes from the front door all the way back here.” He watched her half nude clothing scavenger hunt like it was the best porn anyone had ever made. All the better thanks to her kiss-swollen lips and the bite mark he’d left on her neck.