“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. “You feel amazing.”

“S-so do you.”

“It doesn’t hurt?” As if he had to pry one hand from my ass, he jerked it back and then brushed his thumb over my exposed clit. “All I’ve ever wanted is to make you feel good, Nova.”

“No pain,” I panted. His thumb rubbed my clit in tight little circles with the perfect amount of pressure. “It feels so good, Ryan. I-I’m going…going…” My scream filled the room as the orgasm pulsed through me, ten times harder than the one he’d given me earlier with his tongue and fingers.

He stroked my clit through my release, but the second my pussy stopped convulsing, his willpower completely broke.

One minute, I was on my back, and the next, he had me on all fours. He wrapped my hair around his wrist with one hand, pulling my head back as he thrust into me from behind. My inner flesh was tender, making me cry out, but it wasn’t all in pain. My pussy opened, accepting his reckless invasion. Grasping my hip in his other hand, he slammed into me, over and over again.

I was so lost in the pleasure of having Ryan take me for the first time, of knowing he was mine in all ways now, that the sudden sting of his hand slapping down on my ass made me shout.

“Do not ever run from me again, Nova.” His palm connected again, in the same spot, making the sting twice as bad.

Yet…my pussy walls clenched around him harder. What was supposed to be a punishment felt like anything but, and I arched my spine, inviting the next spank.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are perfect. The way you take my cock. How your pussy clenches when I turn this sweet ass pink. Perfect. And all mine.”

“I love you,” I vowed, turning my head so I could see him over my shoulder.

Tightening his hold on my hair, he angled my head so he could capture my mouth. The kiss was brutal, demanding I give him every piece of myself, all the way down to my soul. But there was no part of me that wasn’t already his, my soul included.

I felt his cock thickening even more only a second before he roared as he released inside me. I thought he would collapse beside me then, and we would cuddle. But Ryan was still pulsing inside me when he pulled free and rolled me onto my back. Gently, as if he hadn’t just fucked my brains out, he kissed me. He traced his hands down my body until he reached my pussy. Without breaking the kiss, he stroked my clit until I was rubbing against him, my whimpers begging him for more.

While his tongue played with mine, he thrust into me again. His strokes were tender, loving, his pace slow and leisurely. This was not the desperate, chaotic fucking he’d just given me, but the loving I always imagined our first time would be. My sweet, gentle Ryan, who cared about nothing but making everything perfect for me.