He tried to pull away from her, to slide out and give her some relief, but she held him fast, surprisingly strong for someone so slender. “No! Don’t go. I just need to adjust. I’ll be fine, I just—just need a minute.”
He tried to say something, like Why didn’t you tell me?, but all he could manage was a half grunt, half sob, as she angled her hips up and brought him even farther inside her wet, clasping heat. At this rate, it wasn’t going to matter whether he pulled out or not. He was dangerously close to climax, despite the shock of finding out that this was her first time. Hell. It felt like his first time.
“I won’t go anywhere,” he managed to get out, lowering his head into the crook of her neck.
How was it possible, in this day and age, to get past the age of thirty and still be a virgin? He never would have guessed, especially given the way she’d just responded to him. Not that it was a bad thing. Just…a surprise. A tight, clenching surprise that was threatening to take him over the edge, even as he tried to calm himself, to resist the heat that was building in his body.
He rested like that for a moment, focusing on regaining his control, listening to her breathing calm and feeling her body slowly relax, until she brought one hand up to tentatively stroke his back. Her touch was light, but she explored him with obvious curiosity, moving over every inch of his skin. His cock pulsed inside her in response, and she gasped again, but this time her sharp inhale was followed by a moan of pleasure.
“Are you okay?” he murmured in her ear, not wanting to move again until he knew she was ready. He wanted to make this good for her, but if he started again, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop without pulling out completely. And he didn’t want to leave her. Not now. Not ever.
She nodded, her hair rasping over his temple. He pulled back, propping himself up on his arms to look down into her eyes. The movement had him sliding inside just a fraction more, and Meredith’s lips parted on a soft sigh as he pushed even deeper into her.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. With her lying beneath him like this, her body flushed pink just the way he’d imagined—no, better than he’d imagined—it already felt like the hottest sex of his life. And he still hadn’t moved yet.
“Yeah, I’m okay now. It feels so—different. But good.” She smiled up at him. “You feel so good.”
She spread her legs a bit wider and pushed her hips gently against his to emphasize her words, and Andrew groaned at the feel of her hot, wet channel taking even more of him inside. He couldn’t hold himself still any longer and slid halfway out, fighting himself to go slowly, gently, before thrusting back home with a rough breath.
The pleasure nearly made his eyes roll back in his head.
“Yes, Andrew. That—that’s amazing,” Meredith whispered, and this time he couldn’t manage to be as gentle. His hips pulled back and pumped back in on a deep stroke, wrenching a cry of pleasure from Meredith as her fingers flexed over his ass, pushing him even harder against her body. “More,” she demanded, and before he could protest that he wanted to give her pleasure first, she ground herself against him, working his cock as though she couldn’t get enough.
“God, Meredith” was all he managed to get out, before it became impossible to think anymore at all, just feel, as he stroked in and out of her, the sound of their coupling growing wetter, faster, louder. She began to meet him each time he sank all the way inside of her, until both of them were panting, moaning on every thrust. She was so swollen around him now, and he could feel his orgasm approaching.
“Meredith—fuck, I’m so close.” He tried to stop, to pull out so that he could refocus on making her climax, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him toward her before he could withdraw. He groaned, feeling the tingling sensation starting to zip down his spine, warning him that he was about to come.
“Please, Andrew. Please come for me. I want it. I want you—”
She shifted beneath him, her legs tightening and her inner muscles grabbing at his cock and squeezing him almost to the point of pain. Oh, no. Please don’t do that. “Meredith,” he gasped against her skin, trying to still her, but it was too late.
The wave of pleasure washed over him, seizing him up and shaking him out, emptying his very soul into her body as he recited, over and over into her ear, “I’m so sorry. Shit, that feels good. I’m just so sorry.”
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He was gone.