"I don't want to hurt you," Colton whispers.
"Fuck me," I say, moaning at the sensation of his cock entering me, his movements slow and gentle as he rocks his way inside me. A shock of pain runs through me, intense enough to take my breath away, but it's quickly eclipsed by the overwhelming sensation of him being inside me, filling me up. My pussy throbs around him, and I'm not sure whether it's more pain or pleasure but I don't want him to stop.
"You're so tight," Colton moans, his voice strained when he enters me fully, and then there's nothing left to say. He fucks me gently like he's afraid to break me, until I reassure him between gasping breaths that I'm okay.
Except I'm more than okay. He rocks inside me, his cock pressing against the most sensitive places until I'm nearly breathless, my fingernails digging into his back, my moans louder as I start to lose myself in him.
It's not painful anymore. It's all exquisite pleasure and I let go. There's nothing else in that moment except Colton.
Colton's cock inside me, bringing me higher and higher.
Colton's mouth on my lips and my neck.
Colton's fingers interlaced with mine as he brings my hands above my head, my fingers pressing into the back of his palms as he fucks me into oblivion.
He doesn't say anything, no dirty talk about my wet pussy or his hard cock. I think I lose my ability to formulate simple words and the only word left on my lips is yes.
Yes as he thrusts inside me, looking into my eyes as I hurtle closer to the edge.
Yes when he whispers my name over and over as he drives into me.
Yes, yes, yes as I feel myself explode, the blinding white-hot intensity of my orgasm eclipsing everything else except the two of us. I hear Colton cry out my name, and then feel a flood of warmth as he comes inside me.
I lie there, my breath coming in short gasps, with Colton still inside, unmoving. Neither of us speak for a long time.
Colton brings his lips down to mine, kissing me softly. "That was…"
"Yeah," I agree.
Afterward, I lie on my back with my head on Colton's stomach and my feet propped up on the side of the truck bed, looking up at the stars. He's quiet for so long I think he might have fallen asleep.
"Why are you a virgin?" he asks. "I mean, you're obviously hot. And you're funny as hell. And you're smart, and –"
"Keep going," I say. "You forgot witty and charming."
"Why me?"
"You wore me down," I joke.
"Damn, I knew that was a good plan." His finger traces imaginary designs across my chest and over the tops of my breasts.
He doesn't push the whole why-are-you-a-virgin thing, but I want to answer anyway. "Five older brothers and a father who was a Boston cop – not just a cop, a Captain. Oh, and my parents are Catholic. I went to an all girls' Catholic high school. I didn't even have a boyfriend in high school."
"You were a Catholic schoolgirl?" Colton asks, pulling me tightly against him. "You're about to get some again. Do you still have the uniform?"
I laugh and slap him playfully on the arm. "I take that back. I did go out on a date in high school. Once. It was disastrous."
"Why?"
"I think I was in tenth grade," I recount. "It was my first date, so we were just going to the movies. He was from the boys' counterpart to our school. I thought he was really into me, but he sat with an empty seat between us the whole time, acted like he was going to shit his pants when he drove up to my house to drop me off. Turns out my brothers had put the fear of God into him before he took me out. He was terrified to lay a finger on me. Mom yelled at them because she'd promised that dad wouldn't scare the poor boy – and of course my dad didn't. But he put my brothers up to it."
Colton laughs. "That's terrible."
"Says the guy who punched someone for talking about wanting to nail me."
"I didn't like it," Colton defends himself, his voice intense. "Still don't."
"I had a boyfriend when I was a freshman in college," I say. "But, I don't know what happened. He wasn't super interested in it, I guess."
Colton runs his hand over my breast. "What kind of guy wouldn't be interested in having sex with you?"
I shrug. "Anyway, it never happened, and then it was just like this big thing. Like, the longer I waited to lose it, the more monumental it became."
"So once you saw me naked on the roof at my house, you decided you had to get all up in this."
"Yeah, it went exactly like that," I say, rolling my eyes.
We lie there and he doesn't say anything for a while. When he speaks, his voice is soft.
"I come up here sometimes to think," he says. "Found this place once when I was driving up in the hills. It didn't have any property marking and no one's ever been out here."