Chapter 339

“But I thought…” My voice trailed. My brain was having a hard time processing Nicholas’s words, especially since my body was already kicking into overdrive. My core was getting hot and wet. I pressed my thighs tight together for friction. “Before you said…”

It was hard to remember now. I forced myself to concentrate so that I could think back. I remembered we’d had a fight about this. I didn’t want to jump past something he’d felt so strongly about before.

“You were worried I’d get pregnant,” I said, remembering. I doubted that fear just up and went away.

“We’ll be careful,” he said. He leaned closer to me. “I have a condom.”

I furrowed my brow. “Why do you have a condom?” Had he been anticipating this?

“This isn’t a sudden decision, Piper. I’d been thinking about it ever since our argument that day. I kept wondering why I was holding myself back from something that we both wanted.” He shook his head, looking for all the world like he thought his past self was an idiot.

“We’ll be careful,” he said again. “And if things happen, we’ll deal with it together. I’m not afraid of that future anymore.”

My heart picked up speed, jackhammering in my chest. He wasn’t afraid of a future where he and I had a child? Hope creeped out from the dark recesses of my mind. I didn’t want to let it have too much free reign. This didn’t necessarily mean that Nicholas wanted to jump into a future with me.

But it was difficult to keep my hope on a tight leash, when it was pulling so very hard at my heartstrings.

Nicholas searched my face. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” I said quickly. I’d wanted to for months.

I wanted Nicholas to have my virginity. Even if we eventually went our separate ways, he was the only one I wanted to lay claim to this special moment. When I looked back at my life, I would only find relief knowing that such a good, earnest, attractive man I cared about so very much had been my first.

He was my first and best love. He might as well be my first and best lover too.

In an instant, Nicholas surged forward and kissed me. He cupped my cheek with his hand and tilted back by face, positioning me how he wanted me to deepen the kiss.

He licked his tongue past the seal of my lips. I opened them farther, letting him have as much access as he wished. Whatever he wanted. It was all for him.

We kissed passionately, with Nicholas leaning more and more into me. Until we both knocked somewhat off-balance and had to catch ourselves before falling off the tree.

Nicholas hopped down first, then reached up and, holding my hips, helped me down from the tree too. I stood before him, looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

He looked back with something like adoration. It was so warm, so comforting. I felt like I was being wrapped up in a blanket – while also being lit aflame from within.

Then, Nicholas grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He held it to his side for a moment as I greedily took in the sight of his bare chest. So many muscles.

“You can touch,” he reminded me, and I moved my hands forward at once, eager to feel every line of hard muscle. He grinned at me, and it made him look younger. Carefree. In love. Much as he had back when we had been dating the first time. “So can I.”

He tossed his shirt aside, grabbed me by the hips, and yanked me closer.

“Let’s get this off of you,” he said. In a flurry of deft fingers and flying clothes, I suddenly found myself standing there naked.

Behind Nicholas, the ocean pushed water into the small pool. Beneath our feet, sand tickled our toes. All around us were trees granting us privacy and protecting us from any onlookers.

The only person who could see me naked was Nicholas. That was how I wanted it.

“One second,” Nicholas said and stepped back from me, even as his gaze inspected and appreciated every square inch of my exposed skin, particularly my breasts and the apex of my thighs. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, but every time he saw it, he looked as hungry and lustful as the first.

Nicholas found his shirt and grabbing it, shook out all of the sand. Then he gently laid it down over a soft sandy patch like a beach blanket. He held out his hand. When I accepted it, he led me down so that my most private part was protected from the sand by the barrier of his shirt.

I leaned back. My head was in the sand, but I was otherwise protected from shoulder to mid-thigh. Nicholas inspected it all, making sure I’d be safe. Then he lowered his mouth to my breast and without warning, began sucking and lapping at my nipple.

I combed my fingers through his hair, tugging a little at the strands but not pulling away. I didn’t want him going anywhere. Well. At least not until a few moments later, when my other nipple was feeling neglected. He didn’t need direction though. He kissed his way to the other nipple and lavished it with equal attention.

From his pants pocket, he produced a condom wrapper. He placed it on my stomach. “For safekeeping,” he said. Then he stood and unbuttoned his pants. He slid them down his legs and then kicked them away.

God, his dick was so big. It was hard, twitching. He gripped it with his hand and began to stroke, even as he dropped to his knees.

“Spread your legs,” he told me. I happily obliged.

He fit himself into the space that I made. Then he reached for the condom. He put the edge between his teeth and ripped open the wrapper. He pulled out the condom and then slid it over his large cock.

I watched with fascination and rampant lust.

I was wet and ready. He’d driven me wild by lavishing my nipples with such attention. I wanted more now. I wanted everything.

“It might hurt,” he said.

“I’m ready.”

“Just try to stay relaxed. I’ll go slow.”

He lined himself up, the head of his dick near my entrance. I took a breath, trying to keep relaxed. Then, true to his word, he slowly, slowly entered me.

My body stretched to accommodate. He was so big, and the stretch hurt a little.

My face must have scrunched up in pain because he stilled.

“Keep going,” I told him. “I’m getting used to it.”

He leaned down and gently kissed me. Then he began moving again. When he slid in all the way to the hilt, he stopped and let me adjust.

I felt so… full, in a way I never had before. He’d used his fingers to touch me in this same way before, but it had not been like this. He was touching every part of me, entirely filling me up.

And as the initial soreness passed, I realized it felt damn incredible.

“I’m ready,” I said.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he replied. He started to pull his hips back. Then, right as he was about to fully exit me, he thrust back in. His ministrations were slow at first, but as I continued to adjust, and my grunts became moans, his pace increased.

Soon, he was jackhammering into me, his hips thrusting and rolling and oh God, it all felt so good, I’d thought I’d died for sure.

I clung onto his shoulders. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, urging him closer, faster, harder, more, more, more.

I moved my body with his, arching up into him. His mouth found my neck and he left mark after mark.

“Nick…” I moaned, then bit myself off. We had to be quiet. We had the privacy for now, but too loud and someone would hear.

I wasn’t going to last much longer like this. Everything felt too good. I had no idea sex could feel like this.

I clawed down Nicholas’s back. He grunted into my neck.

Then we both toppled over into blissful oblivion.