Trent led Harper to the bed. His pants shifted uncomfortably over his erection causing him to adjust once again.

“You okay?” Harper asked, her gaze trained on the area with which Trent was fussing.

“Yeah.”

He looked up at her as she moved close and unbuttoned his jeans. Trent grabbed her hands forcing her to look up at him. She smiled as she shook his hands off and unzipped his pants. As she yanked them down his legs, Trent pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor.

Harper leaned back and pulled her little tank top off. Her black bra and panties were the only thing stopping Trent from seeing her in all her glory. Nervously glancing at the floor, she sat up and exhaled, before pulling at Trent’s boxers. Tugging them down his legs, he helped her by stepping out of them.

Their combined excitement was palpable as she reached out and caressed the underside of Trent’s erection, causing him to take a quick breath in. Her feather soft motions had him on edge. He gently pushed her hand away and reached around her to undo the clasp on her bra. With almost too much ease, he had the bra off and thrown next to the bed.

Assisting her to her feet, Trent guided Harper back until she was on the bed, her pert breast bouncing as she landed. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, he pulled until a little thatch of black curls peeked past the hem. Leaning down he placed a kiss atop the springy curls. He groaned his approval and pulled until they were off and in the pile with the rest of their clothes.

Trent gently parted her legs and watched as her brown folds exposed the pink center in front of him. His mouth watered and his dick bobbed eagerly at the sight.

“Baby?” her soft voice filtered into the present.

Trent was damn near unable to take his eyes off the sight. With effort and strength he summoned from only God knows where, he tore his gaze away and looked into her eyes. “Yeah?” he whispered.

The soft glow of the dim lights in the room lit her face, showing her youthful radiance. They were both so young, yet Trent had so many plans for their future. Looking down he realized what Harper was truly offering him and felt the weight of responsibility that comes with accepting such a gift. In her eyes he saw lust, love, and nervousness.

“You’ll go slow?” she asked.

“Yeah, baby. I will. There’s no need to be nervous, alright?”

She nodded before he’d even finished speaking. Trent grinned and laid between her legs, his chin resting on her stomach. Sappy as it sounded, he knew he loved Harper long before this night. Her compassion and strength made him want to be better and not just for her, but for the future he never thought he could have.

He wanted to tell her he loved her, but was looking for the right time. It’d have to be now. It couldn’t be during or after. He’d tell her and then he’d show her. He opened his mouth to speak; yet fear muted the words.

She tilted her head to the side in question. “You okay?” He nodded. “Are you nervous?” she asked in surprise.

Trent answered honestly. “Yeah, a little. It’s your first time and I want it to be right. I—I want you to enjoy it—to remember it.” Harper held out her hand. He took it placing a kiss in her palm.

“I trust you, Trent,” she said with candor. “If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be here. You know how many guys tried and failed?”

Jealousy burned in his stomach. He wanted to demand who these creeps were, but he reminded himself that he was here with her and no one else. “I’m glad you trust me, Harper. I want to tell you something.” Trent swallowed hard. He’d never told a girl that he loved her. He actually never really heard it himself either. He wasn’t even sure how to start. His mother had never told him and his biological father left the first chance he got.

How was he supposed to not fuck this up? He looked into her patient gaze and fear won. I’m so weak. He nearly stood and bolted from the room until Harper ran her hand through his hair and spoke.

“I love you too, Trent.” She gave a smile at his shocked expression. “I know you. I also know this,” she touched his heart, “may need a bit more mending. The words don’t matter so much, not when you show me your love every day. I’ll wait. I’ll wait until the day you’re comfortable saying the words.”

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but Harper interrupted. “Now, come up here,” she said as she pulled at his arms.

Trent tenderly slid up her body. Her soft laughter made him smile, he was ready and he was damned glad she was as well. Trent opened the condom and groaned. It was too small. Way to small.

After a minute of trying the impossible, he stopped. “Is this the only one you brought?” he asked, struggling once again to get it to fit. He looked up to see Harper nodding. Frustrated, he threw the condom away. “It isn’t going to work.”

Her hopeful expression changed to one of disappointment. “Why can’t you just pullout?”

He scoffed. “What do you know about that? Besides, it doesn’t always work.”

She moved away from Trent and covered up under the covers. “Sheila told me Grant does it when they don’t have condoms. Plus, I totally trust you.”

Trent slid under the covers next to her and pulled her into his arms. “The problem is, I don’t trust myself. When it feels good, it’s hard to think. I may not pull out in time and you could end up pregnant.” In this case, he wasn’t worried about STDs. He’d always wore a condom and Harper was a virgin. In his mind, that was all he needed to know.

She thought on it a moment before looking up at him. “You warn me and I’ll tell you to stop?”

Trent grinned. Not using a condom definitely felt better, and he wondered if it would make a difference to her. Throwing his head back, he laughed. “Wow, and here I thought I’d be the one begging.” Harper swatted at him playfully. “Okay, but listen. If I say I’m close, tap my arm if I don’t move, deal?”

She laughed and nodded.

Pushing her back, Trent settled between her legs. His hands softly roved over her and moved to the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. When she sighed he looked up at her.

“You’ll let me know if you want me to stop, right?” Trent prayed she’d never ask him to stop, but the thought of hurting her or making her uncomfortable scared him.

She gave a sure nod. “I will.”

He covered her sex with the palm of his hand, watching as her body moved in rhythm with his strokes. Wetness coated his palm causing it to slide with ease over her clit. She closed her eyes and her head flew back as she released a moan. He leaned down to kiss her chest, while increasing the pace and pressure of his hand.

Harper pulled him down, so his flesh was covering hers. She kissed him hard and deep as he guided himself inside her. Her warmth and tightness made him shake with need, squeezing his eyes closed he focused on entering her as gently as he could. Trent braced himself back up on shaky elbows and forged ahead deeper.

He kissed her again, hoping to distract her from what was about to happen. He moved a hand and palmed her breast, softly pinching the nipple until her back arched and her breast smashed into his chest. Squeezing the little chocolate drops harder between his fingers, he gave a quick thrust and pushed past the soft barrier. He swallowed her whimper and seated himself deep inside her.

Her body held taut beneath him and Trent held his position, unmoving, hoping to give her a moment to adjust. Glancing at her face, he noticed her eyes were squeezed shut. An excited spasm of his dick caused her to suck in a breath and Trent wrestled with the idea of pulling out.

He leaned in and kissed her furrowed brow. “Baby, are you okay?” Her sharp nod wasn’t enough to convince him. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.” When she complied, a couple of tears escaped and ran down her face. His heart broke at the sight.

“I—I didn’t want you to see me cry,” she whispered.

Fuck, he didn’t want to make her cry. “I can stop.” Trent started to pull out, but she grabbed his hips and pulled him back.

“No, I don’t want you to stop. It’s okay, I knew it was going to hurt.” Her voice was soft, but strong.

“Are you sure? Baby, I can wait. I’ll wait forever for you if I have to. Just say the word.” It would kill him, but he’d do it. They didn’t have to finish this tonight. For the first time in his sexual life, he cursed his large dick.

She blinked away the tears and shook her head. Without speaking, Harper gently thrust her hips upward. Sparks of electricity started in his stomach and spread throughout his body.

Oh, it was on.

With each thrust Harper dug her nails deeper into his back, the pain of it sent an odd, yet enjoyable sensation down his spine causing him to buck harder. Harper squealed, bringing Trent from his trance. Had he hurt her?

Harper’s eyes were closed and her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Please don’t stop.” She grasped at his shoulders, pulling him into her. Trent steadied himself over her and moved with her body.

“Oh Trent,” her raspy voice was a mere whisper over the sounds their bodies made with each tantalizing collision.

He grunted a reply. Each thrust pulled him closer and closer to the edge of a cliff and he was ready to free-fall. Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed her slick little nub.

The words “Oh my God” fell from her lips a few times, and she made a lot of little noises and whimpers, yet didn’t seem to be climaxing. Trent didn’t know what he was doing wrong, but knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. She was so tight, so sweet and warm and her body caressed his shaft in a tight mind blowing grasp. Visualizing his gym teacher, Mr. Snodgrass, doing naked deep knee bends could only work for so long.

Maybe he’d speed it up a bit, his last girlfriend always liked that. Hopefully, this would work. Picking up the pace, Trent pumped again and again. His body wept for surrender.

Moaning, he pulled away, allowing the warm liquid to land on her stomach. Feeling as if he’d just run a race, Trent nearly fell on top of her but caught his fall as he tried to catch his breath. She opened her eyes and there were no trace of tears. He could feel her heart beating rapidly in her ribcage and her chest rose and fell.

“I love you, Harper.” The words had bubbled out with no restraint. “I’m sorry you didn’t come. I’ll try even harder next time.”

She kissed his lips, his nose and cheeks. “Oh, dear Lord and heaven. That whole experience felt like one, gigantic orgasm.” She giggled.

“You in this with me a hundred percent?” he asked with a smile. Trent knew the answer, but hearing was something different.

“I love you, too. And, yes . . . I’m in, all the way.”