Page 102 of Sex Positive

She kneels on the mattress, entirely naked. At his words—hiscommand—she crawls to him and straddles his lap. His hands fall to her hips, and she feels his hard cock against her lower belly. He groans at the contact.

He kisses her again, soft and tender, slowing them down. She’s grateful, allowing him to set the pace. His fingers dance up and down her spine, the delicious sensation of his rough callouses sliding over her skin eliciting a shiver.

She pulls back and gives him a small smile. “I’m nervous.”

He cups her face, tucking a curl behind her ear. “That’s okay. Are you sure—”

She covers his mouth with her palm. “Wesley Quinn, if you ask me if I’m sure I want to have sex with you while I’m naked on top of you and you just made me come, I will murder you and blame it on Theo.”

He grins, and when she removes her hand, he nips her shoulder, her breast, his hands curving around her ass before he flips her onto her back again.

“God, Charlie, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Taking her hand, he wraps it around him, another molten coil of heat erupting through her at his groan. Squeezing her fingers a little tighter around his length the way she knows he likes, she strokes him, slow and deliberate, listening to his breathing growing more uneven. He whispers her name, sucking on her neck, telling her she’s sogood.

Pulling back, he searches her eyes, tracing her lips with his thumb. “Do you have condoms here?”

She nods. “Bedside table.”

He pulls out the box she bought months ago on a whim, just to see what it felt like to purchase them in public. He retrieves one, tears open the package, and slides it down his cock.

Kissing her gently, he runs his palms down the length of her body, flaring over her hips. His fingers find her clit, find her slick and ready, and she writhes against him.

“Fuck. Please, Wes.Now.”

Positioning himself over her, he hitches one of her legs against his hip, guiding his cock into her opening. She feels herself stretch around him, and she gasps. He moves slowly, trembling, pausing at her whimper, waiting for her to settle.

“Good?” he whispers.

She nods. “More, please.”

Pushing deeper, he groans, dropping his head onto her shoulder, and something sharp releases. She knew that there might be pain but sometimes there isn’t. She knows that there might be blood but sometimes there isn’t. Everyone’s first time is different, and it’s often not like society wants you to believe it will be. This is hers, and she wants nothing more than to be with him right now.

“You okay?” He kisses her temple.

She nods. “Just a bit tight—”

He keeps going, kissing her, whispering words of affection, desire, telling her how perfect she is. His teeth bite his very kissable bottom lip, and he slides the rest of the way in until he’s fully seated inside her. She gasps at the incredible, delicious sensation of fullness.

“Okay?”

She nods, gasping. “Please move. I want—”

He groans into her shoulder, thrusting deep. She runs her fingers up his strong back, muscles flexing and moving under his skin. Instinctively, she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling him move deeper, his cock dragging against her walls. As she nips a path from his ear to his collarbone, he moans at how good she feels, whispering her name over and over. Involuntary noises of pleasure spill from her mouth, sounds she never knew were inside her. She couldn’t have imagined he would feel like this.

She groans, the heat in her core building again. “Oh my god.” She pleads for him to move faster, to meet the impossible flame threatening to consume them both. Her lips crash into his as they swallow each other’s sharp, breathy moans.

His arms tighten around her, his mouth sucking on her pulse point. He whispersbeautifulandperfect, driving his hips faster. The sensation is so exquisite, she cries out his name, feels him quicken his pace even more, his muscles tensing.

“Ohgod, oh fuckCharlie,” he moans before he comes completely undone.

They lie in silence for a few moments. She runs a lazy hand down his back, his weight divine and comforting.

Lifting his head, he flashes a lazy, satisfied smile. “You okay?”

She kisses him instead of responding. She winces slightly when he pulls out, and his hands flex on her waist before sliding over her hips. When his fingers roll over her sensitive clit, still slick with arousal, she immediately feels how close she is again.

“Oh—”

“You can do it, Rogers,” he murmurs against her lips, his fingers moving faster. “Give me one more.”