He kissed my temple and slid off the bed again. This time to shuck his jeans. They fell to the floor and he stood at my feet in his muscled, ripped glory, so perfect and gorgeous it was hard to believe I was here.

Rolling the condom on, he held my gaze.

I opened my arms. “I need you, Dare.”

That broke him from his holding pattern. He covered my body with his and settled his hips between my spread thighs. I hooked my feet around the backs of his, pinning him close.

“Tell me if—”

I quieted his concerns with a kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth and I urged him on, rocking my hips.

His cock slid against the seam of my pussy. The sound of my arousal didn’t even embarrass me. All I wanted was for Dare to be my first.

He took a deep shuddering breath, keeping his lips on mine. A shift of his hips and the thick mushroom tip of his cock split me open.

I wrapped my arms around his back, breaking the kiss and crying out as he invaded me. A slicing pain radiated through me. I’d been unable to hold back the yelp despite how thoroughly he’d prepared me.

He froze. His advance stopped and he began to retreat.

My whimper turned into a moan. I tightened my hold on him. “Just wait.” I clung to him with my arms and legs, waiting for the pain to subside.

His arms shook, braced on either side of my shoulders.

The initial shock had worn away and now the warm, glowy feeling was back. The same one I’d experienced with his tongue.

“You can move now.”

“Bay.” His voice was restraint laced with misery. “We shouldn’t—“

Using my hands on the sides of his neck, I lifted his head to stare into his eyes. “I’m good. I need you to move.” I shifted my hips and he sank back in.

We both moaned. My eyelids fluttered. I did it again and he hissed.

“Bay.” The warning in his words sent a tickle of determination racing down my spine.

“Dare.” I challenged right back. Shifting my hips, I did it again and again.

His hands shot down to my waist, trying to stop me, but not pulling out or running screaming from the room.

I hitched my feet around his waist and kneaded his ass with my heels.

His head snapped up and he stared at me with an intensity I couldn’t even understand. He grabbed my hands from around his neck and pinned them above my head, thrusting my breasts higher, closer to his mouth.

“I was trying to go slow.”

“We tried slow. Now I’m ready to try fast.” My voice was needy, breathy, and demanding all at once.

His grip tightened around my wrists. He reared up and drove his cock into me. My pussy walls clamped around him, each thrust reverent and possessive. My moans became ragged gasps, clinging to the edges of my reality which melted away into a decadent and unstoppable crest.