The way Jackson kisses me, I’m tempted to let my lips stay locked with his all night, but what I really want is for him to make love to me. I’m not a virgin, although by pleasure standards, I am one. I’ve been with one boy. Once. I really liked him too. But that one time I struck up the nerve to let him go all the way with me, he slipped on a condom, slid into me, and came in four thrusts.

He came.

I didn’t.

Then he broke up with me a week later for some other girl at our high school. The sad part—or maybe it’s the good part—is that I felt nothing after. Not heartbreak, not jealousy, not disappointment. Perhaps that in itself was a sign.

But that’s not the case with Jackson. I feel something. I feel a lot. If I had to explain what the feeling is, I’d say it’s hunger, but not just in my mouth and my stomach. I’m hungry all over my body, from head to toe, in every cell. Craving only him. Just a look from him leaves me longing. And his touch, his kiss, they send jolts of energy racing through me, straight to places that should’ve felt something when I gave it up to that other boy. That’s why I’m here, in Jackson’s room, hoping for more than four thrusts.

Of course, I hope he doesn’t think I do this often. I find myself drawn to Jackson. It’s also a bit of a stretch, but someone out there felt they could trust him to care for their two kids. My gut tells me there might be more to what we’re about to do than just two people wanting to scratch an itch. But I prefer to be realistic. More likely than not, tonight will be the one-night stand to make up for my shitty first time.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks from his spot above me, pulling me back to what we’re about to do.

I nod a few times and wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m sure. I have condoms in my bag.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve got my own supply.”

Piece by piece, he slowly peels off my clothes, leaving only my panties. Then he gets to his feet and undresses, his eyes piercing mine, studying my reaction to every big, bulging muscle and body part he reveals. When his pants and boxers drop to the floor, I feel a lot of things in a lot of places. I’m throbbing between my legs, my nipples go hard, and my eyes can’t stop blinking from shock. His cock is huge, bigger than anything I imagined was possible.

I don’t want to wait to feel what it’s like. Skipping the foreplay should be mandatory tonight. Screw the appetizers. I want the main course. The meat.

When his hands move to the curve of my hips, and his head starts to move south, I stop him. “Can I be brutally honest?”

“That’s the only way,” he answers. “What’s up?”

It takes me a second to summon up my courage, but I take a breath to ready myself. Lifting toward him, I place my palm on his hard length, press my lips to his ear, and I whisper, “I would really like to feel you inside me now… with a condom, of course. What I mean is, I enjoy getting to know each other’s body, finding out the things we both like. But right now, I’d love it if you’d come inside me and fuck me.”

He pulls back to look at my face, I see his eyes go dark and a subtle crease of a smile on his face. “Whatever you want, doll. As long as you understand that after I give it to you, if you stay in my bed tonight, I may want more from you than one quick fuck.”

“Yes, I agree,” I tell him. “I think we understand each other.”

He reaches for a condom from the strip he placed beside the motel alarm clock. Deftly opening the wrapper with just his teeth, he rolls on the rubber and spreads my knees wide. His eyes meet mine as he positions himself, and with a nod, he sinks into me, hard and fast. Oh my God, he’s big. He fills me to overflowing, to the point where I’m trying hard not to breathe too deeply, because doing so will stretch my inner walls past their breaking point. I grip his biceps and wince from the full feeling.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Kara. How are you doing?” he asks, seeming to have to hold on for some control himself.

“Good,” I squeak.

He kisses a spot on the hollow of my neck, and I feel my hips move along his length. There’s a biting pain deep inside, but every soft, slow kiss eases the discomfort, nudging me to the edge of what might be pleasure. He lifts my knee off the bed, and the new angle starts to feel so, so good. Soon we’re both moving with a rhythm. He inches into me, pulls out slowly, and repeats. My hips roll, taking more of him into me each time, and each moan I let out on my breath are more about pleasure than pain.

“Yes… that’s it,” he groans as I grind into him some more. He speeds up, and for a second, I have a vague awareness that we’re way past four thrusts, that every move he makes now feels better and better.

“Jackson,” I moan, losing my breath as I feel pleasure flutter and spread out from somewhere deep within me.

“Yes, Kara. Come for me,” he orders, thrusting hard and fast into me as my body is battered by an explosive wave of sensation I’ve never felt before. My eyes snap shut. Fireworks light up the inside of my eyelids. I shake and shudder and pulse and lose all control, and when the wave subsides, I know that Jackson has just given me a gift.

My first orgasm.

I wake up the next day with a deep soreness that extends from somewhere inside me, down to a spot between my knees. After my first orgasm, Jackson stuck to his guns and gave me several more during the night. He came with me a couple of times too. Before he fell asleep, he hinted at getting together again. I’d like that, but I have no delusions that one night might be all I’ll get. He’s still asleep when the sunlight hits the motel window and streams in blinding daylight. Slipping out of his bed, I get dressed beside the pile of our clothes. I use the bathroom quickly and come back to press a kiss on his forehead, then pick up the bag I came with.

It was just one night, but I’m leaving with one hell of a memorable experience.

“Kara,” I hear him call my name groggily. “I’m not done with you.”

I smile and turn to him.

“Good morning, sexy,” he greets me.

“Good morning.”

“Did you hear what I said?” he asks.

“I did. I’m glad.”

If only he knew.