Hayden
Gaz covers my body with kisses and slowly takes my bra and panties off. As the last of my clothing falls off of the bed, I smile at him.
“I love you,” I say for the millionth time. He kisses me again, somehow so deeply that my entire world begins to spin.
“I love you, too,” he says, and then he settles himself next to me. He tugs me, gently pulling me so I’m situated above him.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I’ve never had sex this way before.
“Hayden, I love you, princess, and today is all about you. There will be plenty of times where I can be on top, but right now, I want you in full control.”
I don’t want to tear up, but I do because he’s being so thoughtful. There was a part of me that worried having him on top of me would bring back terrible memories of what happened to me.
I wasn’t sure how to bring this up or how to say anything about it to Gaz, but as it turns out, I shouldn’t have even worried. He’s handling the entire situation so perfectly.
“Just breathe,” he whispers, and I lean over him and kiss him. He runs his hands through my hair and down my back before he settles them on my hips.
“I’m not sure what to do,” I admit, biting my bottom lip. I’m an adult. I should know things. I should know how to do things. I should know, specifically, how to do this thing, yet I don’t.
“Just feel, Hayden. There’s no wrong way to do this.”
“I’m worried it won’t be good for you,” I admit.
“Hayden, it’s going to take us awhile to get to know each other’s bodies. You are unlike any person I’ve ever been with before. It’s like the first time for both of us, princess. It’s a journey of discovery, and we’re on it together.”
He smiles, and I can’t help but laugh in happiness.
What a beautiful way of looking at this.
He’s right.
He might be experienced, but he’s never been with anyone like me before. He’s never been with me before, and I am different. I am unique. I am unlike his previous partners. The things they loved, I might hate. The things they hated, I might love. There’s only one way to find out, and Gaz and I are going to find out together.
I begin to grind against him and he starts kissing me again. Every part of my body feels wild, but good. I feel incredible. Alive. Happy.
He touches me, playing with my nipples and pinching them. He kisses me at the same time, and I feel so overwhelmed with sensations that I’m not sure what to do next.
Then Gaz holds my hips and kisses me softly.
“It’s time, baby,” he says. “Tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.”
His cock is at my entrance, nudging me, and I start to slide down onto him. He groans as he fills me, and I let out a deep, feral moan. It feels good. Really good. I feel full and sated, and I hold still for a moment as I get used to it.
“How’s that, princess?”
“Good,” I tell him honestly. “So fucking good, Gaz.”
“I’m going to start moving,” he says, and I nod. He thrusts up into me slowly, methodically, and I hold onto him, riding his movements like a wave. He holds onto my hips as he thrusts, and with each movement, my body moves closer and closer to orgasm.
I can’t quite reach it, though. It’s elusive to me, and I’m not sure how to ask for what I need. Gaz looks at me, watching me as he makes love to me, and I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
And in that moment, I realize that if I just ask, Gaz will give me what I want, what I need. If I can be so brave as to ask him, he will provide for me in every way, including this one.
“Please,” I whisper. “I need a little more.” My voice sounds whiny and I know I’m begging, but in this moment, that doesn’t matter.
“Of course, princess,” he says. “Here, baby.” He releases my hips and moves his hand so he’s gently rubbing me. My body begins to get hotter and hotter as his fingers expertly touch me. “How’s that, sexy girl?”
“So good,” I groan.
“You’re going to come for me, Hayden, and it’s going to be fucking spectacular,” he says. “You look so damn sexy like this, riding my cock like a fucking pro. You look so beautiful, baby, so good. You look incredible.”
His comments make me feel like a damn star. He makes me feel feminine and beautiful and free, and as he touches me, I grind harder against him, getting closer, closer, closer.
And then I come for him.
I open my mouth and close my eyes and everything just fades away.
All of the pain is gone.
All of the heartache is gone.
All of my past is gone.
All that remains is a beautiful future with the man that I love, and then I open my eyes in time to see him come, too.
Gaz looks incredible when he orgasms, and he fills me, marking me as his own, branding me as his beautiful mate.
I curl up next to him and drape my arm over him.
“I love you,” I whisper. “Foever.”
“Forever, Hayden,” he says in agreement. “It’s you and me.”