Page 78 of Breakaway Bet

He’s slow, inching his way in, but I’m so wet and so ready for him that this doesn’t seem to hurt like I thought it might. Instead, it’s…new. It’s different. There’s a dull ache and a deep pressure as I widen my legs to let him settle comfortably between them.

He’s slow and gentle with me, inching his way in more and more until the feeling is full and overwhelming. I feel a little discomfort as my body stretches to adjust to his size, but it’s not painful. Maybe because he knows what the hell he’s doing. He made sure I was wet enough, and he knows how to move slowly to let me get used to this new feeling.

Eventually he stops, and our bodies are connected in this new and beautiful way. I feel his cock twitch inside me, and this totally new feeling of want and desire absolutely consumes me. It’s like a wave rolls over me, a wave of lust and need and want and adoration all together.

Once he’s seated all the way in, a deep, low growl comes from him as he moves his lips from mine and toward my neck. “Fuck, Ivy. You’re so goddamn tight. So goddamn perfect.” I can tell he’s anxious to move.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” His voice is a low, reassuring rasp. “Tell me what you want.”

“Oh, God, Cash,” I cry. “Give it to me. Make me come.”

He takes me at my word, and he slides back before pushing back in. He’s still being gentle with me, something I deeply appreciate given our circumstances.

Eventually I want him to just let go with me, to take us both to new places together. Not tonight since we’re still feeling each other out, still getting used to each other. Still adjusting. But soon.

He moves in and out of me a few times, testing my endurance levels, and he checks in. “You’re so fucking hot wrapped around my cock. Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s…full. Overwhelming.”

“Good or bad?” He sounds nearly vulnerable at the words, but he must know how good he is at this. The combination of being gentle with being as sexy as he is. I just want to stay naked in his arms, locked in like this, forever.

“So good,” I moan, drawing out the words. “Keep going.”

He moves a little faster, heightening the need building between us. “Stay with me.”

I claw at his shoulders as I feel the ache starting to build into something deep and dark. “You feel so good,” I moan, tipping my head back as I close my eyes and focus on the feel.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, and my eyes fly open to lock on his. His are hooded with need. “You have no idea how good this is. How fucking perfect you are. Fuck, Ivy.”

I don’t know how to reply to any of that. I’m not well-versed in dirty talk or sex talk, so I let him lead.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands.

“Better than I ever imagined,” I murmur. He slows down, and I cry out, “Don’t slow down!”

“Fuck,” he growls, clearly at the edge as he’s about to let go. His next words confirm that. “I’m gonna lose it, baby.”

He picks up the pace, burying his face in my neck as he starts to move in earnest, driving us both to the summit. I feel myself starting to tip, and I dig my nails in as I wrap my legs around his waist. It’s very nearly too much, the speed and the size. But I’m tipping over, and as he angles his neck to suck on my nipple, that’s what tips me over the edge.

“Oh, God, Cash! Suck harder! I’m going to come!”

He sucks harder as requested, and it pushes me right over. My body contracts over his, squeezing him as I cling onto him with all my might, the orgasm plowing into me with brute force. It’s so different having an orgasm with a cock inside me versus with fingers brushing my clit. It rolls through me, taking my body up to another plane in a new atmosphere, and I’m lost to the world as I hear him growl, pumping a little harder into me a few times as he starts to come, too.

“Fuck, Ivy, I’m coming. Fuck, I want to wreck this pretty little cunt with my cum. Oh, fuck, baby,” he grunts, his words choppy as his body lets go and he wrings himself out into me.

My body starts to slow just as his does, and I swear, I’ve never been so in sync with another person. Even when it was just hand jobs and fingering, I’ve never once come at the same time as my partner. I’ve never had an orgasm that wasn’t generated from my clit.

So tonight means so much more than just my first time.

We had an amazing date tonight.

We’re getting to know each other.

We have an agreement for the next year.

And despite my hope that feelings wouldn’t get involved to complicate things, there definitely are emotions involved now. There’s just no way around it. I’m falling for him. I’ve never felt such a strong connection to another person, and I need to figure out if it’s because I handed my virginity to him and he’s really good at giving me orgasms or if there’s more to it.

I need to figure out if it’s my inexperience…or if I’m actually starting to fall for Cash Maddox, playboy of the NHL.