“Ryan, what’s wrong?” She looks concerned and is quickly sobering up from the physical bliss.
“Nothing, it’s just—” I stammer. “It’s your first time, and I want it to be perfect.” A stall shower is not exactly my idea of perfection.
Alana smiles up at me. “Ryan, it doesn’t matter where it happens. It’s going to be perfect because it’s with you.”
Well, damn.
I can’t say no to her. I will never be able to say no to her. I hook one arm under her thigh and hoist her up, planting her against the wall.
“If I hurt you, you tell me. Immediately.” She nods, her eyes wide, her legs spread, her breathing heavy. “We’re going to go slow.”
I bring my lips to hers, brushing them lightly with mine, running my tongue along the seam of her mouth as I pump my hips against hers. “Hold on to me baby.” I reach down and adjust myself so we’re lined up at just the right angle, then I move slow, the tip of my head penetrating just inside her. Fuck, she’s wet and so tight — and holy hell — perfect. I grab onto her ass with both hands and lightly push in and pull back, taking her inch by tiny inch.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, once I’m halfway in.
She shakes her head, breathing steadily. “No, I’m fine, just a little pressure. You need to go faster.”
“Oh really?” I chuckle and push in a little deeper. She tenses, and I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain marking her face.
“Ryan, please,” she begs. Must be pleasure.
I take a deep breath and go for it. Plunging all the way inside her. We both cry out when I’m completely engulfed by her body.
“Oh, God,” she pants, and I love that sound. I start to move, igniting little tiny shockwaves of heat that race up and down my entire body. This isn’t the way I pictured this going, but it couldn’t feel more perfect even if I had planned it.
Alana and I eventually find a steady rhythm, her hips coming up to meet every one of my pulsating thrusts. Soon, our breaths are mingling, and our bodies are straining as the ecstasy takes over. My tailbone starts to tingle as she tightens around me.
“Ryan,” she whimpers, signaling she’s close. “Please, please.” Her eyes are tensed shut, and her body is stiff. Far be it from me to deny the woman I love.
I pump harder, giving her exactly what she wants, exactly what she’s begging for — my orgasm hot and ready, pooling at the base of my spine.
Then, without any warning, she explodes, and I feel a rush of heat that’s unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. It blows me apart. We come together, a hailstorm of moans and sighs and physical gratification flooding the room.
Goddamn. I do not remember my first time being that good or in sync or satisfying.
I open my eyes to find Alana staring back at me. Our chests are still heaving, her legs are still open, and I am still pinning her up against the wall.
“I fucking love you.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I fucking love you, too.”
* * *
I withdrawfrom Alana as easily as I can. She winces once I pull out. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“I’m fine,” she reassures me when her feet are back down on the ground.
“You okay?” I drop light kisses all over her face. Her cheeks, her eyes, her nose.
“Fine.” She shifts, trying to catch my mouth with hers. She captures my lips, and I can’t suppress the stupid smile I know I’m wearing. She turns me into a fool.
Then she glances downward and curses. A small trickle of blood is running along her leg and into the drain.
“Well, there goes your virginity,” I joke.
Alana looks up at me and laughs, a deep belly rumble that makes her face glow with happiness. “So it seems.”
I grab the blue bottle off the shelf and squirt some liquid into my hand. The shower instantly fills with the smell of bubble bath. Alana’s signature scent. “I’ll wash you.”