Chapter 7

7

GILLIAN

F uck, that felt good.

It felt good to use the "f" word too. Even if it was only in my thoughts.

All of this was naughty. It was against everything I'd been taught. I was out in the open, fully naked, legs parted as a man in boxers ran his tongue over my folds. Then he settled on my clit, and all thoughts of naughtiness went out the window.

This couldn't be wrong. It was one hundred percent right. I'd been born to make love to this man. He was the man I was meant to be with.

His tongue continued to work as he slid a finger inside me. It only heightened the sensation, and I arched my back and parted my legs farther. I knew an orgasm was at the end of this, but I didn't want this feeling to end. It just felt so good.

Within just a couple of minutes, an intense wave of pleasure flooded my body. My pussy contracted around his finger as I gasped and cried out. But as my body slowly came down, I was hit with a sudden self-consciousness. This man had not only seen me naked but at my most vulnerable. I just hoped he didn't think less of me for it.

When I opened my eyes and looked at him, though, it was clear he didn't think less of me at all. In fact, he was crawling upward, hovering his body above mine. I expected him to kiss me, but instead he just stared into my eyes, the intensity in his gaze rendering me speechless.

"How was that?" he asked.

I shook my head and tried to force words to come out. "Amazing," was what I finally forced past my lips. There weren't enough adjectives in the English language to express how that felt.

"There's plenty more where that came from," he said. "But first… Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop now?—"

I shook my head. "I don't want to stop. I want you to make love to me. Now."

Did I sound too demanding? Maybe men didn't like that. Heck if I knew how to handle a situation like this. It was all new to me.

But it was clear right away that Kane didn't mind one bit. If anything, he liked my bossy side. Or maybe it was that I was demanding he do something he already wanted to do.

Whatever the case, he lowered his face to mine for another kiss while my hands slid under the waistband of his boxers, pushing downward. His cock sprang free, brushing against my thigh—a move that made me squirm in a good way. I wanted to feel that inside me. I wanted it to feel good.

"My first time will hurt, won't it?" I broke the kiss to ask.

He nodded. "Probably. I'll go slow. Or better yet, you guide me."

With that, he lowered his mouth for another kiss. My hands went straight to his ass, pushing him forward until his tip was positioned at my entrance. My body automatically shifted toward him, my pelvis lifting as I tried to ease this ache for him.

He was holding back, I could tell. He didn't want to hurt me. But I wanted him inside me so badly, I pressed even harder. My legs went around him, pulling him forward until he was buried a couple of inches. That was when I felt the first jolt of pain.

When he pulled away to look down at me, worry marred his features. The fact that he put my comfort ahead of his need to get release told me everything I needed to know about this guy. He was a good man. The kind of man a woman would be lucky to have as a husband.

"It's okay," I said. "It hurts, but I'd rather push through it. Kind of like ripping off a bandage or jumping in a cold swimming pool."

Was it bad to compare my first time to jumping in a pool or ripping off a bandage? It made it sound like I was trying to get it over with, and that couldn't be farther from the truth.

If it bothered him, though, he didn't show it. Instead, he leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss. A kiss that let me know this was more than just sex for him.

I closed my eyes, planning to fight my way through it. It would be like childbirth. A hell of a lot of pain for great rewards later. The reward would be that sex the next time would feel good.

But I was surprised to find the pain was lessening. It didn't feel good exactly, but the pain mixed with a weird sort of pleasure, and soon the pleasure won out. He lifted himself above me and looked down at me as he slid in and out, not going any farther than he'd gone before.

I wrapped my legs around him and looked up at him. His expression whittled away any traces of pain that might have remained. The fire in his eyes turned me on in a way that no amount of touching, kissing, licking, or stroking could do.

He wanted me. He thought I was sexy. If I never made love to a man for the rest of my life, the memory of the way he looked at me now would sustain me.

But I didn't want to just hang onto a memory. I wanted to have this every day for the rest of my life.

"Do you think you can come for me again?" Kane asked as he stared down at me.

Oh, crap. Come again? I was turned on, but there was no way?—

"What if I do this?"

With that question, he moved his hand between us and began touching my clit again. He looked down as he did it, watching the area where our bodies joined. Sure enough, that sight, along with him touching me, began turning my insides to molten lava. It was definitely possible that I could?—

"Ah," I said, squeezing my eyes closed just a few minutes after he'd started touching me. "I think I'm going to?—"

My voice broke off as, once again, an orgasm raced through my body. I gripped his arm and cried out again, this time saying his name. I said it loud, my voice echoing off the empty mountaintop. If anyone had been nearby, they definitely would have overheard.

When it was over, I smiled up at him, knowing now that we were both free to focus on him. He'd been so patient, holding out until I was satisfied. Now it was time to give him an orgasm he'd remember.

"Let's change position," I said.

He froze, frowning down at me. "Your ankle."

My ankle. I'd forgotten all about it. I'd even wrapped my legs around him. It still hurt, but in all the excitement, I'd shifted focus from the pain. Or maybe it was that the pain of my first time overrode it.

"We'll make it work," I said. "I want to try something different."

He repositioned us, taking great care to protect my ankle in the process. I settled on his lap, straddling him as he sat on the rock, and maneuvered his erection inside me once again.

"That doesn't hurt?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Mostly no. There's a little discomfort, but I'm getting used to it."

He didn't want me to get used to it. He wanted me to enjoy it. I got it, but this was a necessary evil.

I couldn't lie to him, though. Now that I'd had an orgasm, the pain was back, but I was ready to push past it for the sake of making sure he got his release.

My movements were shallow, but they seemed to be doing it for him. I focused on speed, bouncing on his cock energetically. My breasts brushed his chest with my movements, and I knew that was turning him on as much as what my pussy was doing to him.

Suddenly, his eyes met mine, and somehow I knew he was about to come. He closed his eyes and gripped my hips, speeding me up even more but making sure not to go any deeper than he was already going.

"Oh, fuck, Gillian!" he cried out as he pumped into me.

And then his body trembled a little. Did that always happen? Or was that something I'd done to him? I hoped it was the latter.

As he came down from his orgasm, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into an embrace. I looked out at the mountaintop in front of us, across from the large gap in between, and wondered how I could've ever gotten so lucky to find this guy for my first time.

How could I make sure I didn't lose him now that I'd found him?