Olivia
Somehow we end up on the soft rug on the ground. He is kissing my neck, and I have my fingers tangled in his unruly, dark hair. I arch my back and savor the way his smooth lips wreak havoc on my skin. I run my feet along his strong calves and toe off my shoes. His teeth clamp around the skin atop of my left breast, and I moan and let my eyes roll into the back of my head. I swear his lips were made for pleasure.
I need to feel him on me. Skin to skin. No clothes. No barriers keeping us apart.
I tug on the hem of his shirt and claw my nails up his muscular back. The thin fabric bunches around his neck, and he pulls away briefly, tossing the shirt to the side. I take mine off too and throw it in the same direction. He leans back down, and I meet him halfway. I cup his face as I kiss him with everything I have in me. My chest swells with blissfulness, and my body opens up for him.
Pressing my palms against his rock-hard shoulders, I push him so that he’s on the ground and I’m straddling him. His eyes are fresh, hot coals that seep into my flesh and leave a perfect imprint of him, as I reach behind me and unclip my bra. My breasts are exposed in the air. Old me would have crossed my arms over my chest and shied away. But the new me revels in the way he stares at me as if I am some sort of goddess. Smiling from ear to ear, I dangle the lacy fabric on my finger before flinging it away.
The animal in him howls, and he sits up and holds a fistful of my hair. He yanks me sideways so my neck is exposed. He glides his warm, wet tongue up my neck, leaving me to literally shudder under his large hands and sensual tongue.
“If you keep it up, I won’t be able to take you gently,” he says in a voice that makes my toes curl and my breathing skip a beat.
“Who says I want you to?” I breathe, gripping his hair and tugging him toward me.
“Oh my fuck,” he groans. “Remember you said that.”
I laugh then squeal in surprise when he flips us, so I am on my back and he has his knees on the outside of my legs. I unbutton my jeans, never removing my eyes from his. A goofy smile slips across his face, and I giggle as he shifts awkwardly to pull his jeans down. But once they—along with his boots—are gone, he winks at me like the “suave” he is and meets his lips with mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the ends of his hair.
He reaches between us and finishes unzipping my jeans before tugging them down. His lips glide down my neck to my breasts, all the way down to my panties. My jeans bunch around my feet, and he kisses both of my knees, making me close my eyes and shiver, before he pulls the fabric off me and onto the ever-growing pile of clothes.
He grabs my ankles and looks at me under his lashes as he slowly trails his velvet lips up my legs. He alternates, and each kiss adds gasoline to the growing fire within me. I close my eyes and squirm slightly when his kiss reaches my inner thigh. I want to scream at him for being so goddamn teasing, but I clamp down on my lip and listen to him growl. I smile, but it vanishes when he begins to pull down my panties. The minute they’re off and I’m bare, I feel ultimately vulnerable but excited.
“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He kisses my clit with each word, making me curse in a low breath. “You’re so fucking wet. And all for me…” I roll my eyes but feel them roll in the back of my skull when he kisses me deeply. I arch my back and wind my fingers into my hair as he tastes me. With each stroke of his tongue, I feel the need for more grow.
I cup one hand around my chest and grip his hair with my other. He groans against me, and I curse again and bite so hard on my lip, I’m afraid I’m bleeding.
“Jesus Christ, princesa,” he gasps, clearly aroused. “Should I make you come like this?” he asks, obviously knowing the answer. He loves to tease me, doesn’t he? I moan his name and roll my tongue around my lips. My thumb flicks over my hardened nipple, and he lets out a dark sound that causes a ripple effect of bliss to wind around my heart and tug at its cord. “Huh? Do you like it when I eat you out like this?” His words are dirty and do unimaginable things to me. How is it that words can push me to my edge so quickly?
He grips my thighs and tugs at me. I gasp when his finger enters me, and he asks, “Do. You. Like. It?” demanding and primal. I nod and, approving my answer, he smirks against my clit and picks up the speed of his tongue. I gasp and writhe and press his face closer, greedy for him. He chuckles, and the vibration blasts through me.
That familiar coil swirls in my stomach, and after a few more minutes of his relentless tongue tasting me and assessing me, I shake and scream his name, gripping his hair like a rope that will keep me steady.
I see constellations underneath my closed eyelids, and I swallow to rejuvenate my dry throat. With one last kiss, he backs away. Where is he going?
I lean on my elbows and watch as he takes off his boxers and slips his hand into his jean pockets. I almost ask him what he’s searching for, but he returns before me with a golden foil packet. A condom packet. Oh. Wow. This is really happening. I swallow hard due to nerves as I look at it between his long fingers. Fingers that shine with my release. I blush even though I was just mutilating his name. He smiles at me with hooded eyes as he rips it open with his teeth. I bite my lip and watch as he positions it over his erected tip.
“Wait.” I stop him and feel myself flush red from head to toe. “Can I—I don’t know…h-help?” I can’t sound any more like a fool, even if I tried.
But he doesn’t laugh or make fun of me. He nods and hands it over to me. “Sure,” he says, and I smile meekly before sitting up. I gently press the slimy rubber above the swollen tip. Just like health class—remember the banana and the condom, Liv, I encourage myself like the nerd I am and press harder. It glides down his long, thick member, before it kind of gets hitched a few inches down. Before I can struggle and shrivel up into a ball, mortified, he wraps his hands around mine and helps me un-scroll the rest.
“Good girl.” He kisses the top of my head, and I smile warmly. I look up at him, and he cups my face and looks at me with an intense expression. I want to know what is going through his mind. I do ninety-nine percent of the time, but more so now than ever.
His lips capture mine, and I hold onto his tatted forearms. His kiss is sensual and holds millions of emotions. It leaves me overwhelmed but giddy overall. I smile into it the exact time he does. I giggle softly as he slowly pushes me back onto the rug. I stop when I feel him against my inner thigh.
I am suddenly very aware of what is about to happen. But I’m not scared. Nervous? Hell yes. But not scared.
“Are you really sure about this?” he asks gently as he cups my cheek, softly running his thumb over the red skin. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
I nod, my heart beating like a drum against my throat. “I’m sure. I want you.” I reach up and twirl a piece of his now curly hair. “Now make love to me…” The moment the words leave my mouth, I realize just how much I want this. With him.
His eyes grow cold as a warm smile takes up his face. “It’d be my pleasure, princess.” I smile and grip his shoulders as he pushes my legs to the side. I lift them and wrap them around his lower back. “I’m not going to lie, this is going to hurt. But I promise to go slow. Okay? I swear it’ll get better as we do it more.” He looks at me expectantly as I nod and whisper for him to do it.
Slowly and gently, he pushes himself into me. I gasp and feel my stomach do a double take. Whoa, that’s new. I can feel something break inside me; knowing it’s my virginity makes this much more real. He doesn’t move, letting me get adjusted to his impossible length. It’s like he’s filling me with a damn rocket.
After a while, I nod my head and, watching me intently, he pulls out and then enters me again, this time a little further in. I let my head fall onto the rug beneath me and close my eyes.
The feeling is foreign and painful, but I know it’ll be over soon. He was right; after a few more times my body will get used to this, to him. I just have to ride this one out, but I don’t mind anyway. I have never felt more connected to a person before in my life. And I don’t think I ever will unless it’s with him…
“Holy fuck.” He groans, and I watch in fascination as sweat forms at his temples as he moves in and out of me, still gentle and slow. “You are really tight.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask quickly.
He laughs, but it’s cut off by a sharp grunt on his behalf. “No, of course not. It’s fucking—fucking—perfect.”
This pace, my…tightness, it’s all killing him, because he’s truly enjoying this. It’s not like I’m not; I’m just too pained and uncomfortable to feel the kind of pleasure he is. But in due time.
“Are you…shit…a-are you okay?” His words are strained, and I reach up and push back a strand of his dark hair behind his ear. He looks so beautiful, moving like this. So captivating and focused…
“Liv,” he inquires, lifting his eyebrows. “Do you want me to stop? Are you in too much—pain?” My chest sparks in reaction to his obvious concern over me. But I am okay.
“I’m fine. Th-thanks for asking.” I stutter when I begin to feel a familiar pinch in my stomach. The smallest one I’ve felt yet. He curses in Spanish. He leans down and kisses my neck, my chin, my nose—all over. I revel in the feel of his honeysuckle lips leaving marks, big and small and red, across my chest, tattering over my delicate skin.
He rests one elbow on the rug and continues to thrust in and out of me, at a slightly faster pace. “Fuck, you are so fucking tight. I won’t be able to last long…shit.”
He cups one of my cheeks and pries my lip out of my mouth. Our eyes connect as I let out a single breath before he tugs gently and then devours my mouth with his. The kiss is sloppy and slightly out of sync, but the passionate fire that lingers between our sweat-sheened bodies lies in our wake. I rake my hands up his back and arch my back, a small moan leaving my lips.
“I love you so much. So, so fucking much.” His voice is raspy, and a smile dances across my lips.
“I love you too, Grey,” I tell him, sighing in satisfaction. We haven’t said it together like that before. It felt good. It felt really damn good. I have never felt love this raw and consuming before. But he consumes me, and he consumes every centimeter his tatted hands can get. I fucking love it.
I have never felt so electric and alive than in this moment. I want it to last forever. Time is an illusion. It feels as though he has been on top of me forever, whispering dirty things in his language and marking my skin as if I were his. And I am. Every single inch of me belongs to him now.
I gently kiss his sweaty skin, taste the saltiness, and relish in the effect I have on him. I dig my nails deeper into his back. He curses and holds me closer. I let out a small breath and close my eyes in bliss when he reaches between us and begins rubbing me.
“Oh, Grey,” I moan his name and kiss his tender spot. He tenses and moves faster. I jolt up and down with him. Skin to skin. Chest to chest. He and I are one in this moment.
He leans back and connects his perfect pink lips with mine. Again, we are kissing, exploring, and conquering. I press my palms into his muscular back and listen to him ramble about “how tight” and “how beautiful” I am. I could not be any redder from his words, even if I tried.
“I-I’m going to come now, okay?” he warns me, and I nod and tilt his chin back. His eyes are clenched shut, and I smile before arching my back and drawing my nails up his back. He lets his head hang over my palm, and my charms jiggle, making the purest enchanting sound. That and his shallow breathing convinces me I’ve teleported to another planet. A planet as dark as his eyes but as bright as his smile.
His body tenses, and he lets out a guttural sound and long strings of curses before reaching his high. I watch him and kiss his bicep, taking in how much he is affected. His muscles clench, and his eyes droop open lazily.
Slowly, he retracts from me. I feel very open and empty without him, but it goes away the moment I feel it. Wow, do I feel weird.
I smile from ear to ear, and before I can say anything, he leans down and crashes his lips onto mine. Electricity sparks between us and sets me on fire. I press into him and descend back onto the ground. He grinds into me, and I moan but keep kissing him. I tilt my head to the side and play with his dampened hair, smelling the raw release that lingers around him.
When we part, I blush and ask, “Was it…you know, good for you?” I know it’s uncommon for a girl to experience an orgasm the first time because she still has to get used to her body in this way, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about him. I want him to have had a good experience, even if I can’t feel it the way he does.
He chuckles and, with closed eyes, whispers, “That was fucking perfect. You are perfect.” He kisses me again, and I laugh in between the pecks. I finally cup his cheeks, and he falls onto the rug beside me; I straddle his lap. I lean over one side and steadily mold my lips with his. He holds my hips and grabs my bare ass, making my wet sex rub against his semi-hard member.
“Grey!” I shout but laugh when he winks at me. “I’m cold.” I frown and get off, sitting next to him. “There’s a blanket over there. Go get it?” I point to one of the leather chairs in the corner. He nods.
“I have to throw out the condom. I’ll be back,” he tells me and kisses my cheek before leaving the room. I bite my lip and try to control my rapid breathing. He comes back a few seconds later, grabs the blanket, and comes back to me. He places it around my arms and lets the rest of the large portion fall on his sweaty, hard chest. I lay my head against him and listen to the steady beat of his heartbeat. I count each beat and yawn. Man, I didn’t know sex could tire you out.
I still can’t believe we just did it—I just did it. I never thought I’d lose my virginity so soon. I always thought it’d be with my husband or my fiancé or someone I knew for a fact I was spending the rest of my life with. Not with Grey, a rude boy with dark eyes and an even darker past. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Liv, will you—I don’t know…be my girlfriend?” he says, surprising me. My heart does a double take, no, a triple take. I did not expect him to ask that.
“I thought you didn’t date,” I say and trace my finger over the script on his lower ribs.
“True, but I want you. As mine. Officially.” He tips my head up by my chin and stares longingly into my eyes. “So will you be mine?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “I will be your girlfriend, if you’ll be my boyfriend.” God, why do I sound like such a dork? He’s right, the title does sound childish. But it just seems right, like it’s the next important step in our relationship—our official relationship.
He grins from ear to ear like I told him he has unlimited wishes. He sighs deeply and pulls me as close as I can get into his chest, wraps his large shiny arms around me, and whispers, “Te amo, princesa.” Then he presses a tender kiss on top of my forehead and closes his eyes. Looks like he’s tired too. I yawn and rub my eyes before wrapping an arm around him and letting out a similar sigh.
I stare at the fire and glance down before nodding and whispering back, “Yo también te amo, mi Grey.” (I love you too, my Grey.)