Chapter 40 Yes, I am not a virgin anymore
The condom was safe in my wallet. I turned to get my purse from the floor and took out the small packet. Ryan watched me, his expression full of wonder.
“You are full of surprises, are you not,” he said. Smirking, he took the packet from me and tore it open with his teeth. Then he pushed his slacks down and kicked them away.
“Last chance. If you want to stop, tell me now. Because once I begin, I will not.”
“Do not stop,” I said.
He did not need to be told again. He pulled down his boxers, and his erection sprang free. I gasped at the sight.
Holy hell, it was bigger than I had imagined!
He took my reaction as a good sign and grinned. He rolled the condom on, and then he was over me again.
I was nervous. What if I am terrible at this? What if I just lie here like a dead weight?
“Hey,” he said, still hovering above me, his fingers stroking the side of my face.
I could feel the head of his cock resting right at my entrance. Just waiting there. That part of me began to pulse with a deep, aching need.
“I just want you to know,” he said, his voice low, “the first person who makes love to you… really does love you.” As he spoke, I felt a sudden, sharp pain from below.
The tip of him pressed into me, and he began to push forward, slow and careful. I threw my head back against the pillow, a mix of pain and pleasure washing through me. I could feel my own body stretching to take all of him in.
“Fuck. You are so tight,” he groaned.
Slowly, he pulled almost all the way out, then eased back in, a little deeper this time. My mind started to go blank.
In and out. In and out.
It was slow and perfect and torturous.
“Ryan…” I pleaded, though I did not know for what.
“Sorry, love. It is going to take a little time for you to get used to me,” he said softly near my ear.
Our breathing grew heavy together. I could feel his heart beating against my chest. My nails pressed into his skin as another groan was torn from me.
Is it supposed to hurt this much?
Ryan’s lips found my neck, kissing that tender spot, trying to pull my mind away from the pain. One of his hands stayed on my breast, touching and teasing my nipple. His other hand held my thigh, guiding himself with every thrust. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming.
“Ry…” his name left my lips in a moan.
He took it as permission. His movements began to speed up. His thrusts became faster, harder, more urgent. I found my own hips rising to meet his, moving with him. It made him groan my name and curse again and again.
The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room. The smell of his cologne made me feel dizzy. My entire body felt sensitive and alive under his touch. It was all too much. Within moments, I was there again. My body arched as a blinding ecstasy crashed over me and everything else just stopped.
I lost all sense of time as wave after wave of pleasure took hold. Ryan kept moving, pushing me even further over the edge. After a few more deep thrusts, he groaned through clenched teeth.
“Fuck,” he hissed, and I felt him let go.
We lay there panting, our bodies still pressed together, him still inside me. Slowly, the world came back into focus. My mind finally caught up with everything that had just happened.
Holy cow, is this what I have been missing?
It was better than anything I had ever dreamed.
Holy hell.
And to answer that earlier question in my mind: yes, it was definitely better than any vanilla milkshake.
Ryan’s hand came up to softly stroke my cheek. I opened my eyes to find him looking right at me. He was watching me with an expression I could not quite understand, so I just lay there, looking back at him.
“Damn,” he breathed, shaking his head. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said in a low voice, a smirk playing on his lips.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was curled in Ryan’s arms. We were both naked, with only a thin white sheet covering us. From the window, I could tell it was still dark outside. I shifted slightly, and memories from the night rushed back to me.
After we finished, Ryan had gone to the bathroom and run a towel under hot water. He came back and gently cleaned me, and then himself. I had been too exhausted and too sore to move, but he took care of everything.
When he glanced at the sheets and saw the small blood stain, he grinned and said, “Well, that will give the housekeeping staff something to talk about.”
I just rolled my eyes at him.
Ryan was still asleep when I moved again. I looked at the clock. It was 5:45 AM.
“Mmm. Go back to sleep,” he mumbled, his eyes closed.
I looked up at his face. His jaw was strong. His skin seemed to glow in the faint light. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. My hand moved on its own to touch the side of his face, and he shivered at the contact. That was when I noticed the purity ring still on my little finger.
Well, well. Hello, ring. Yes, I am not a virgin anymore. You can take me off the list.
I thought about taking it off. But it was a pretty ring, and I did not really feel like removing it. I decided I would keep it on, just because I liked how it looked.
“Sleep,” Ryan commanded, his voice thick, as he pulled me closer against him.
I found myself smiling as I buried my face in his chest. I closed my eyes, breathed in his scent, and hoped I would dream of him.