I ease my cock inside her in one long, smooth stroke. Her tight cunt stretches to take all of me. She’s going to bleed more. I’m glad.

My little virgin sacrifice. All mine.

I thrust my hips a little harder, a little faster. Every stroke squeezes me from the head of my dick to my balls, so tight and hot. Nothing has ever felt so good. The pure wrongness of seeing her under me, this girl I ruined and saved, makes every stroke more intense. It’s all I can do not to explode.

I grab her ass and spread her firm cheeks wide, wide enough to fit in my middle finger. She’s wet and slick from the massage oil, and my finger slides in easily.

She gasps. “Bram?”

“It’s scary, I know. Deep breath. Let me in.”

I hear her shaky inhale. Her ass clutches my knuckle and then slowly relaxes. “Good girl.”

“It just feels so…private,” she whispers.

“Yes,” I say, low and gruff. “Every private part of you belongs to me. Every thought. Every beautiful fucking hole.”

I lower my head to her hard, pink nipples, and fuck her and suck her tits and finger-fuck her ass until she’s shivering and tears stream across her temples. “Bram…fuck me, please. Just like that. I can’t…I don’t….I love it.”

It’s like she’s speaking in tongues. Her words flow out, uncensored, from the deepest part of her. The neediest, most beautiful part.

“I know,” I say. “I know.”

Going up on my knees, I grab the vibrator. I hold the buzzing tip to her clit and rock my dick into her pussy. Her legs jerk as the vibration spreads and claims her body.

She’s going to explode around my cock, and then I’m going to fill her with cum. No man will ever have what I have right now. Grace, first. Grace, always.

Lost in bliss, she turns her head from side to side. Her lips and chin are quivering, her body quaking to her toes. All she can do is whimper.

My thrusts are deeper and harder now. When this is over, I want her to feel fucked. I want her to know that it couldn’t have been better. It couldn’t have been deeper, harder, or more real.

Her pussy clenches around my cock. Her eyes fly open and lock to my face. Her fingers claw my arms.

“Come, beautiful,” I tell her. “Give me everything.”

She lets out a sharp, shocked scream when the orgasm takes her. It consumes her like flames, spreading from her huge eyes to her convulsing cunt.

Every spasm squeezes my cock tight, bringing me to the edge so fast I can’t go back. I’m right there with her.

“Watch, Grace. This is what you do to me.”

I’m still holding the vibrator to her clit when I erupt inside her. My vision blurs, but I won’t close my eyes. She’s my pleasure. Being here with her, fucking her. This incredible woman I just changed forever.

When her pulsing pussy has wrung every last drop of seed from my cock, I collapse on top of her. I roll us onto our sides, into the sheets stained with oil and sweat and blood and come. I want to sleep in them, in us, for days. I want to revel in what we just did together.

Grace buries her face in my shoulder. Her heart is a little metronome against my ribs. When she finally pulls back to look at me, her eyes are wide and stunned. “Bram,” she whispers, and shakes her head.

“Did you like your first fucking?”

She smiles, and then her mouth trembles and she starts to cry. “I loved it so much. Is that okay?”

I take her face in my hands. “Of course. It’s perfect. Every second was perfect.”

“I feel so different.”

“Do you?”

“I didn’t think I would, but…it was so much better than I thought.” She laughs, a soft, lighthearted sound that I feel in my bones. I have to laugh with her, because it was. It was so much better than anything, ever.

I stroke her hair back and kiss her nose. Her oily skin glows like velvet in the amber light.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” she says. “It just…came out.”

“No, it didn’t.”

Her eyes get round. “No, really. It was the heat of the moment. You have to believe me. Please.”

“Okay. I do.” Even though I don’t. Even though she doesn’t either.

I’ve fucked a lot of women. A few loved me, most didn’t. And I’ve never, ever felt something that felt so much like love. Not the typical, jealous kind that turns to boredom after a year. Just utterly fucking real.

I kiss down her body to her gorgeous swollen pussy. “Sore, baby?” I ask, parting her legs gently.

“A little.”

A little. My brave Grace.

I rub my face over her hips and thighs, smelling her beauty, covering myself with our juices. Then I kiss between her legs, her pink puffy lips and her clit. I lick her softly, tasting everything. Her blood, her come, my come. So intimate and primal. I clean her with long rasps of my tongue, and when her breath turns to panting and she’s gripping my scalp, I make her come again. She screams her pleasure, and then she cries out my name. Bram. Bram. Again and again. The sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.

Wrapping my arms all the way around her body, I hold her hips in my fingers. I hold her until the last spasms subside, and then I turn my face away.

Fuck, how I wish she’d tell me the truth. Why won’t she? I’ve broken her down to nothing. Pure feeling. Now is the time.

I wait for her to say something, but she doesn’t. And I don’t tell her my secrets, either.

Maybe we can live with them, just like this. They never have to get in the way. She’ll pretend and I’ll pretend, and our perfect life will go on just like it is.

Or maybe our secrets will come out and destroy us, and all we’ll have left is this beautiful memory.