“When were you gonna tell me?” I demand.

“I wasn’t,” she retorts. “Because of how you’re reacting right now.” Her face softens. “I know what I’m doing. I want this.”

Fuck. Deflowering virgins is not my thing. But this is Sasha, for whom I’m apparently willing to break every rule in the book. And if I’m honest, there’s a part of me that loves the idea of being her first, the fact that no other man has touched her this way.

“I’ll go slow. If you need me to stop, you tell me. All right?”

“I promise,” she says immediately.

It’s proof of how much I want her that my dick hasn’t softened at all during this exchange. Moving carefully, I enter her again.

She’s so wet, so incredibly tight. My cock is ready to explode. I draw back and press in, filling her bit by bit.

Her hot, slick walls feel even better gripping my cock than I’d imagined. I’m glad I asked her about going ungloved -- another rule broken. If I could stop time, stay inside her for a few eternities, I’d do it.

I’m keeping a tight rein on my need to fuck her as hard as I can, like a damned rutting animal. The way she comes for me — fuck, it’s beautiful.

I won’t ruin it now by hurting her.

When I’m buried in her as far as I can go, I stop and rest my forehead against hers. Sasha’s hands are the only thing moving; they brush my sides, stroke my hair, caress my back, and eventually wander down to my ass.

Her nails dig in. My cock swells inside her, and she gasps. Lifting my head, I say, “Ready?”’

“Yes.” She says it like it’s the most certain fact in the history of the world. I kiss her, hard, until she moans and bites my tongue, the pressure of her teeth an unmistakable demand.

Flexing my hips, I start to move, using long, slow strokes. Her eyes roll back in her head, and a fierce satisfaction fills me. Nothing in my life has ever felt so perfect.

I keep the pace as slow as I can until she starts to rock her hips up, meeting me thrust for thrust. After that, the intensity builds quickly, our eyes locked as we move together, our breath turning ragged.

“Brando,” she pants.

I’m not sure how much longer I can last. Balancing on one forearm, I reach down to find her clit, rubbing and pressing and rolling until she cries out and clamps down, so hard I have to stop moving for a few moments while her pussy convulses around me.

When I can move again, my control is all but gone, the animal taking over. I drill into her, hard and fast. “Yes!” she yells, and I fuck her even harder, until she comes again, screaming, clawing my back, and this time I don’t stop, just keep pounding her until my climax gathers at the base of my spine and explodes, shooting through me and into her.

I have never come so hard in my life. Holy shit, that was amazing. As soon as I’m able, I roll us over so she’s on top of me.

Judging from how she sprawls on me, limp and boneless, I figure it was good for her too. But I’ll make sure … as soon as I can talk.

When I finally lift a hand and trail my fingers up her spine, she doesn’t speak, just snuggles into me like a kitten. Despite the workout I just gave it, my cock twitches. It won’t be long before I’m ready to go again.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Uh-huh.” Her voice is soft and throaty at the same time. I start getting hard.

“You want something to eat? Some water?”

“Uh-uh.”

I roll us again so I can look down at her. Her face is soft, her eyes shining. Good signs, but … “You sure you’re okay?”

She nods. “That was … kind of amazing.”

I can’t help smiling. “Yeah, it was.”

“Can we ... um ... do it again?”

Damn. A woman after my own heart. “We certainly can,” I say, and kiss her.