“I need you in the bedroom. I’m not taking you on the couch, baby.” I had my mouth on hers once more, my tongue shoved between her lips as I fucked her this way. I had her in my arms seconds later.

“That way,” she said against my mouth, pointing.

The apartment was small, and once down the hallway I saw there was only a bathroom and her room. Once in the room, I kicked the door closed and set her down only long enough to strip out of my clothes. I went to her again when I was naked, needing her close to me once more.

I was desperate in my need to make her feel good, to watch pleasure cover her face, to see how I made her feel. “Get on the bed for me, Cora. I need you to lay back for me.”

And then she was on the bed, her focus on me. Her legs were spread and I grunted at the fact that she was wet, her cream glistening under the dim lighting. Her breasts were a handful, large and round, her nipples hard and pink, waiting for my mouth.

I reached for my cock, stroking the fucker as I stared at her. This was a scenario I’d thought of countless times as I jerked off. I stood by the edge of the bed, knowing I should make this last, but not able to help myself.

I climbed onto the mattress, my mouth instantly on her neck, my knee nudging her thighs open so I could wedge myself between them. My cock was so damn hard, and pre-cum was a steady constant at the tip. What I wanted to do was have that pre-cum up in Cora, a mark that went so marrow-deep, was all-consuming, that I almost did just that. But instead I held my position, feeling her slick folds surround my cock. I couldn’t help but start moving, couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d tried.

I pumped my hips back and forth, sliding my length through her slit, my groans coming out on their own.

I could—would—come from this alone. But I had to pace myself. I didn’t want this over before it really started. “Move against me, Cora,” I said as I let my lips brush along hers.

“God, this feel so good,” she moaned, which in turn had me grunting and picking up my speed, thrusting against her faster. And then she started moving under me, lifting her hips slightly, her lower half moving in sync with mine.

Cora moaned, her eyes closed, her lips parted.

Where Cora was concerned I was possessive, territorial, like a predator with its prey. But Cora meant so much to me, more than anything else in my life, more than even myself.

I added a little more pressure, slipping my finger down her slit and running the pad of my thumb along her pussy hole. She gasped and arched up into me. I moved down the length of her body, not able to help myself, not even pretending like I could have. Then I was right between her thighs, my face right by her pussy, my hands on her inner thighs keeping her legs spread for me. I lifted my gaze and stared at her. She watched me with this wide-eyed expression. She was nervous, but aroused.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I kept my gaze locked on hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft, tasting the sweet, yet slightly musky flavor of her. God, she was intoxicating. I became frantic then, eating her out like a fiend while I dug my fingers into her flesh, holding her down. She gasped and moaned, giving me all that was her.

I licked and sucked on her, over and over again, knowing I’d never get enough. I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs, my lips, tongue, every part of me getting numb because I gave her pleasure. I pressed my hips into the mattress, wanting to be buried inside of her. I rolled my hips against the bed.

Only when I felt her give in to me fully did I give her one more long swipe, dragging my tongue from her pussy hole to her clit, sucking the bud into my mouth.

I moved up her body, my dick sliding right on her soaked pussy. I took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss. I grunted in pleasure, my hips jerking on their own. “Open wider for me.” I plunged my tongue inside her mouth. Cora spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips farther into hers.

My heart was a jackhammer in my chest, and my breathing was rapid. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Please, I need to see all of you.” I leaned back, bracing my hands beside her hips, and looked down at her. “You haven’t been with anyone, have you, baby?” I ran my hand over my mouth as I stared at her.

“No,” she whispered. “Never.” She spread her legs, her pussy lips parting for me, the inner folds of her pussy becoming bared for me. “I’m a virgin. I saved myself for you. Just you.” She was the prettiest shade of pink.

“Fuck,” I said, that word coming from me on its own. “And no one will ever have you but me. No one.” She was all for me. I was done with the foreplay, with the teenage dry humping. I needed to be inside of her. And so I leaned down and kissed her soundly, reaching between our bodies and grabbing my cock. I placed the tip at her entrance and held back the need to just shove in deep.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Yes,” I gritted. “You’ve always been mine. Always.” And then I slammed into her, tearing through her virginity, giving her mine. I groaned. She was so tight, so wet. She gasped, and I knew I’d hurt her. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Cora.”

“Don’t stop,” she said again.

I stilled, letting her get accustomed to my size. “Cora, there’s no stopping. There’s no going back.” I groaned, my jaw tight, my pulse racing. It was taking everything in me not to fuck her like a madman right now.

She had her hands wrapped around my biceps, her nails digging into my skin. But I loved that pain, loved that she was the one giving it to me.

I started moving in and out of her slowly, trying to pace myself, to try and make this last, but I knew I couldn’t. I’d come before I had a real chance to enjoy this. I knew this.

“You don’t have to be gentle. I can handle your passion.”

God, she couldn’t say things like that.

I heard her breathing change, saw her expression shift. I knew she was right here with me.

I really started moving then.

Sweat started to cover my skin as I fucked her, made love to her … claimed her. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t want this to end.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I pushed into her once more and stilled, feeling her pussy contract around me. Cora milked me, her pussy so damn tight I was gritting my teeth. “God, Cora, I’m going to come, baby girl. I can’t stop myself.” I reached between us, needing her to come with me, for me. “Give it to me once more. Let me see how good I’m making you feel.” I reached between us and started rubbing her clit.

Back and forth.

Fast. Hard.

I felt her whole body tense beneath me, knew she was going to give me what I needed. And then she tossed her head back and came for me, giving me exactly what I wanted.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” I rubbed her clit, loving that I could see how good this felt for her as I watched her expression. I slowed my touching when I saw her relax against the bed.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

“Never.”

I really fucked her then, knowing I should have been gentle with her, that she deserved silk on the beds, roses in a vase beside her, and soft music playing. I wanted all of that, but I couldn’t think straight right now. I couldn’t even rein in my desire.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

“Yes. God. So. Fucking. Good.”

Fuck, I wanted to come inside of her, but instead I pulled out right before I got off. I wanted to be safe, wanted to make sure that once I filled her up we’d be settled, stable. We’d be ready.

I grabbed my shaft, moving my hand over the thick, hard length. My cock was wet from being inside of her, and that turned me on even more. I stared at her pussy, how pink she was, how her clit was slightly swollen, how I’d just been deep in her body.

I took my free hand and placed it beside her head, leaning over her slightly, curling my hands into the sheets. And then I breathed out slowly as my orgasm tore through me, taking every part of me.

Groaning deeply, I forced my eyes to stay open as I came. I watched as my cum spilled from the tip of me and covered her belly, her pussy, fuck, her inner thighs. I covered her in my seed, this primal need to pump my cum deep in her body, to make her pregnant, have her as mine always, connected to me.

I’d just lost my virginity to the girl I loved. I covered her body once more, my cock hardening again. “And I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

* * *

Exhaustion settled into my bones, but it was the good kind of tired, the kind that had me content and smiling. I looked over at Xavier, my big, strong man lying beside me, his body dwarfing mine, making me feel so feminine. I reached out and ran my fingers along his body, his skin smooth, his muscles flexing beneath my touch.

“Hey,” he said, his voice thick with the post arousal we’d just shared.

“Hey back right at you,” I said and shifted so I could look into his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered and I closed my eyes, pleasure and contentment, and happiness, filling me.

“I love you, too.”

For long seconds we stayed like that, lying beside each other, not speaking, not even breathing. But it was perfect.

“Cora—” He said my name softly. I felt like right now would be some heavy stuff. “Where do you want to go from here? How do you want things to play out?” He sounded nervous.

I didn’t even need to think about it. I didn’t need to hesitate in answering. “I just want you, Xavier. I want you in my life forever.” I pressed myself closer to him and sighed, feeling right at home. But he moved away from me suddenly, and I worried I’d said something maybe I shouldn’t have.

No, that can’t be. He loves me. He wants me just as much as I want him.

I watched as he moved off the bed and went to his jacket, which was on the floor in a pile. His back was to me so I couldn’t see what he was doing. I pushed myself up on the bed and wrapped the sheet about my body, my heart racing. And then he turned around and I saw what he held.

A small black velvet box.

I knew what that was, knew exactly what was about to happen. I felt my eyes widen.

And then he got down on one knee in front of me, opened the box, and displayed the diamond solitaire ring. My breath caught and I covered my mouth with my hand, looking between him and that ring, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

“Cora Rose McKenzie. I have loved you since I was a kid, since I knew that no one else in this world mattered more to me than you did.” He was tearing up, and my heart was racing as I cried, as happiness welled inside of me. “I held onto this ring for so long, wanting to propose long ago, but knowing I had to make something better of myself, knowing I had to better myself so I could provide for you, so I could make a life for us.” He wiped away the tears he shed, his grin wide. “I want us to be endless, Cora. I wanted to propose when we were younger, to give you myself in all the ways that counted.”

I cried and laughed, so damn happy.

“Marry me. Make me the happiest man. I love you more than anything, more than the whole entire fucking world.” He took the ring out of the box, gently held my hand up, and slipped it on my finger. I stared down at the diamond, my vision blurry from my tears.

“Will you marry me, Cora?”

I was nodding before he even finished. “Yes. I love you, more than anything else.” I wrapped my arms around him, my weight and momentum having him topple to the ground. He held me tightly, both of us laughing, my love for this man so much I couldn’t even breathe.

“There’s nothing in this world worth living for without you by my side,” he whispered against my hair. “Nothing, Cora.”

“It’s you and me, Xavier. You and me.”