Chapter 3

3

OLIVIA

I held my breath, waiting for his reaction. I’d been terrified to say those three words. What if they changed everything? What if he decided he didn’t want to be with me anymore?

That was a thing, right? Men freaked out when they heard a woman was a virgin. It was one of the reasons I’d had such a tough time dating over the past few years. The older I got, the bigger a deal my virginity was. Men thought being a woman’s first time was too much of a commitment. In other words, you couldn’t just pump and dump a virgin without being a complete asshole.

But he didn’t run. He didn’t even move away from me. He stared down at me, his features completely unreadable, for the longest time.

Finally, he slowly broke into a smile. “I’m your first time.”

It was a statement, not a question, and when combined with the smile on his face, it was clear there was no way he’d taken the news badly. Plus, he said he would be my first time. That meant we were doing this.

We were doing this.

“Yes,” I said. “It’s not that I haven’t had the opportunity. I just wanted to wait. I wanted it to be with the right person.”

He didn’t respond to that at first. Instead, he just stood looking at me as the water flowed behind him. I held my breath. Should I say more or wait for him to speak?

“And you’re sure you’re ready for this?” he finally asked. “I can think of nothing I want more than to be your first time, but I want you to be one hundred percent sure about it.”

“One hundred percent.” I gave a nod, then I amended it to, “One hundred and fifty percent.”

“Maybe I should wait until you’re two hundred percent sure.”

He smiled down at me, but he’d taken a step closer, his left arm wrapping around my waist to pull me against him. His right hand went straight to my neck. He slid his fingers toward my nape and pulled me toward him for another long, sensual kiss.

As we kissed, my hands started roaming too. I slid them underneath the band of his now soaking wet underwear, running my hands over his ass as I ground against his erection.

Finally, I started pushing his underwear down, and that caused him to break the kiss and look at me. His eyes widened as he seemed to realize what I planned to do next.

I peeked over his shoulder again, verifying we were still alone. No sign of life on the other side of that waterfall. Then he moved away slightly as I lowered to my knees, water sloshing around my calves.

I’d never given a blow job before, but I’d seen it in movies. Yes, I’d watched porn. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. I was grateful for that curiosity now because that education told me what men liked. Or so I hoped.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft as I slid my tongue out and rolled it over his tip before taking him fully in my mouth. He let out a moan, and that told me I was on the right track. I took him deeper—as deep as I could go—using my hand to stroke him as I moved my mouth over him.

This was a lot harder than it looked, mostly because he was so thick, and I didn’t exactly have the biggest mouth in the world. When I dared to glance up at him again, he had his eyes closed, his head tilted up slightly. He was enjoying this, and that turned me on more than anything that had happened so far. And that was saying a lot.

Finally, he shifted, and I looked up again to see him staring down at me. He was giving me the come-here motion. I assumed that meant he wanted me to stand.

I felt a little rejected at first. Was I doing it wrong? But when I stood, I saw the desire in his eyes, and I felt it as he lowered his mouth to mine for the most passionate kiss so far. It was a kiss that wrapped itself around my heart, where it would no doubt stay.

He grabbed my leg and pulled it up around his hip again, pushing me against the wall. But this time, he hiked his other hand under my thigh and lifted me, wrapping my legs around him as he positioned his cock at my entrance. The underwear was still around his thighs, as if he couldn’t bother to take the time to remove them. He wanted me that badly.

That thought sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my pussy. When finally, he broke the kiss, he stared directly into my eyes.

“This is going to hurt,” he said. “Hold on tight.”

Those words, combined with his expression, told me I was safe with him. I already felt that, but I was a little nervous about what we were about to do, so the reassurance helped.

As he eased his way inside, I closed my eyes and gripped his shoulders. It was painful but exciting at the same time. This man, who’d somehow managed to get into my heart, was inside me. We were as close as two people could get. I just hoped he didn’t break my heart because I didn’t want to do this with anyone else.

“You feel so good,” he whispered in my ear as he paused partway inside, probably to let me adjust to his size. “So tight. You’re perfect for me.”

It surprised me how much his voice turned me on. When we got more comfortable with each other and this stopped hurting, I wondered if he’d agree to talk dirty to me. I’d definitely have to ask.

It took a while, and I was sure he was getting tired of holding me up, but soon enough, the pain began to subside. Or maybe it was that my lubrication made it easier for him to slide in and out.

Whatever the case, my grip on his shoulders lessened and my eyes gradually opened. What I saw made me feel safer and more desired than I had in all my life. He was staring at me, the intensity in his eyes impossible to ignore. But that intensity wasn’t just arousal. The concern was clear in his expression.

He wanted to keep me safe and comfortable, and this was doing the opposite. It didn’t just bother him that I was in pain. It bothered him that he was the one causing it.

“You can go a little deeper,” I said, wiggling my hips a little to adjust our angle. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

He narrowed his eyes. “It doesn’t hurt at all?”

I gave a weak smile. “Okay, it hurts a little, but it’s getting easier, and it’s starting to turn me on.”

Those words wiped the skepticism from his face. And then he was staring at me, this time with renewed arousal.

That was what I wanted. I wanted him to let go. He’d already given me pleasure. Now it was his turn.

But then he shifted, lowering me a little, and a second orgasm was no longer out of the question. My eyes drifted closed again, and I focused on the feel of his cock rubbing along my most sensitive spot. This felt even better than him touching me. Maybe it was because he was inside me, and it made that one little area extra sensitive.

Whatever the case, within a few thrusts, I felt myself climbing that rollercoaster track again, heading toward the inevitable descent into sheer pleasure.

“Yes!” I cried out, only marginally mindful of the fact that my voice might carry…and we were in a public place. I lowered my voice only slightly for the last part. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God, yes.”

And then, as I came down, I took a deep breath and let my eyes open, meeting his stare, which had changed. It was full-on arousal now. He was letting himself feel this—feel everything.

If I could do anything but hold on, I would help. Instead, all I could do was move my hips slightly as he held onto me and plunged deep, over and over again.

As he cried out, it hit me that we hadn’t used protection. We’d been that overcome with what we felt for each other.

I just hoped he felt the same as I did. It was inevitable that the two of us would be together, and I wanted a baby to be part of that. Hopefully, he did too.

As soon as he came down, he put me on my feet and stepped away, if only to give his arms a rest. But instead, he pulled me closer, embracing me, moving me away from the wall.

Finally, he moved back a little and tugged his underwear the rest of the way down, into the water. I gasped and prepared to reach for them, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead, he laughed as he watched them float to the other side of the waterfall.

“Who needs underwear?” he asked.

We were still laughing at that as we came out from under the waterfall, hand in hand, naked as jaybirds. But my smile faded as I realized we weren’t alone. There, on the bank, stood a guy holding a bottle of water and staring at the two of us with wide eyes.

Busted.

Instead of wanting to hide in mortification, I squeezed my man’s hand tighter. We were in this together, and that somehow made it easier.

Problem was, he wasn’t squeezing back.

While I still struggled to figure out what was happening, he let go of my hand and retrieved his underwear, shoving his legs into them before heading out of the water without even looking back at me.

Crap. What had I just done? Had I given my virginity to one of those guys who lost all interest once he got what he wanted? Why hadn’t I guarded my heart?