They were cultivated in a prison. Your words are free now. Keep them rolling.

And keep them rolling I did. By the time I was finished exposing my heart and soul, I was sure Rocky wanted nothing more than to turn away.

She didn’t.

“I’ve always loved you too. I think you’ve always known that, though.”

Happiness was never meant for me. I knew it. My mother knew it. My dad knew it. It was the reason I kept Rocky on a string—a self-fulfilling prophecy of loss and despair. Yet at that moment it was as if the heavens opened up and blessed me with some sort of miracle. She still loved me. I wasn’t stupid enough to deny the fact that I didn’t deserve her love, but I wasn’t about to throw the God given gift away. Not again.

Her head tilted toward mine, her warm breath bathing my lips, soothing the ache in them. I brought her close to me, taking my time to take in her beauty.

I can’t believe this is finally happening.

All nerves and worry out the door, bravery took hold of me. Sticking out my tongue, I carefully ran it over her lips, relishing the sweet taste of cherry with a slight tinge of salt. Soon Rocky was beneath me, kneading my back through my shirt. I was desperate to feel her skin against mine, with nothing hanging between us.

Pesky shirt.

As if hearing my thoughts, Rocky tugged at my tee, grunting softly as she tried to slide it up.

“Having trouble?” I snickered.

“Actually, yes.”

First comes stripping and next comes…

I gulped. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I just want to hear it out loud.

Her fingers twisted around my shirt. “Yes, I trust you.”

Trust. If that wasn’t the best aphrodisiac ever. My cock throbbed against my pants and I knew there was no way I could stand being clothed one second longer.

Shirt off now.

My breaths quickened, feeling the cool air hit my bare chest. My throat strained to swallow as I gazed down at her beautiful eyes, which watched me hungrily. I was just as starved. “Your turn.”

She attempted to lift her arms, but before she could even move I impatiently pushed her shirt up to her neck. Expecting some frilly underwear I was pleasantly surprised to find two rosy pink nipples staring back at me. I licked my lips, preparing to take each bud into my mouth. “No bra?”

“Can’t sleep with that contraption binding me.”

Good.

Her olive-toned torso beckoned to me and like a moth to a flame, I dove in, flicking my tongue against her nipples and appreciating the way they hardened under my touch. I felt her fingers stroke against my crotch, but I shifted away. “Let me do this first. I’ve always imagined how it would be to taste you.”

“Okay.” She nodded eagerly.

I licked her soft skin, trailing a circle around the mound of her breasts, before taking one inside my mouth. Her breaths quickened, only egging me on. Keeping my lips against her cleavage, I expertly reached for the loose waistband of her sweats and pushed it down a few inches. “No underwear?” I asked hopefully.

I pulled just enough away to peek and caught a glimpse of light blue lace. Rats.

Her giggles were like music to my ear. “I don’t go commando.”

Well, we’re about to change that.

“…You first,” she breathed, gently pushing my hands away.

If you insist.

My pants were soon in a pile on the floor, and unlike her I did go commando. My dick throbbed as I watched her lick her lips in anticipation and ached a bit more once she was unclothed. When she lifted her head toward my cock I felt like I was about to explode, but no, this wasn’t the way I wanted it. After years’ worth of buildup I couldn’t rush through this.

“In a bit.” My voice came out strange, low, and gravely. I stood up, lifting her with me, and coaxed her legs around my body. “You deserve to be treated like a princess, remember? No couch for you.”

Laying her down, I took a moment to admire her. I couldn’t believe I was the lucky son of a bitch who’d be her first.

And hopefully her last.

I shook my head slightly, reminding myself not to get ahead of myself. I’ve been disappointed before, I wasn’t about to let myself down again.

Head in the game. Head in the game.

I repeated my mantra as I eyed the beautiful woman up and down. God, could she get any more perfect? Her dark hair was fanned against my bed, perfectly framing her face, which glowed with excited anticipation. Her breasts remained perky though she was sprawled against my mattress. My gaze traveled down to her tiny waist, which tapered before widening into the most bodacious curve of her hips. Did I want to even get started on her impossibly long legs?

Wait a minute. My eyes traveled back up to her delicious looking sex, which was perfectly waxed.

Did she do that for Ethan?

No, I wouldn’t let my mind wander in that direction. She was mine…at least for tonight.

Silencing those pesky thoughts, I dove straight between her legs, grabbing the back of her knees to anchor myself.

I have to taste her.

Flicking my tongue, I swirled it around the delicate skin of her lips, completely lost to her feminine smell and taste. I opened my eyes and watched as her hips thrust against my mouth, wet and ready for me.

Damn, I can’t wait any more.

I pushed myself away, smirking at her disappointed whimper, and reached toward my drawer for a condom. As I busied myself unwrapping the purple foil, Rocky’s fingers gently wrapped around my cock, pumping up and down. I nearly blew my load right there! Gently nudging her hand away, I pulled the condom on, and like a broken record, asked the same question over again, desperate for one last answer of validation. “Are you sure you want this?”

Her answering smile was blinding.

“As your first?” I gulped.

“So you admit a tip doesn’t count,” she joked.

Ah, so she wanted to joke around, huh? I could take care of that. Placing my hands on either side of her, I gently nudged against her entrance, only pushing the very tip of myself inside. Even then I could feel how tight she was and I wanted nothing more than to thrust all the way in, but my stubborn self had a bit more self-control than that. “Does this count?”

“No.”

I pushed a little more, my insides crying to go all the way. “How about this?”

“N-no, it doesn’t,” she stammered.

If I didn’t go all the way inside, I was going to lose my mind, but yet…“What about—”

“Fuck, Jesse, just do it!” she cried out.

Good to know she felt the exact same way I did. With one deep breath I plunged my body forward and instantly felt my eyes roll back and mouth widen in pleasure. She was tight, no doubt about that, and had just enough wetness to make the friction insane.

I pumped slowly, gently; wanting her to enjoy her first time, though feeling her around me was so foreign that I almost felt like I was the virgin in this situation.

“Are you okay?” I barely whispered, feeling my biceps tremble as my body cried out for release.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Good enough answer for me.

As if her words freed any last inhibition within me, I pumped faster. Gripping the side of her waist, I guided her body against mine—pulling and pushing. I made sure to keep my eyes fixed on hers, but couldn’t resist the urge to glance down to watch our privates against one another. Pulling out for a moment, I moaned as I watched my dick, which was slick with her wetness, enter between her delicate lips.

Rocky cried out as her walls trembled, convulsing against my dick. I gritted my teeth, watching as her breasts bounced along with her shaking body.

“I think I’m gonna come,” I whispered, or at least I thought I did. Aside from Rocky’s incredibly sexy orgasm and my incredible release, I had no idea what was going on.

Taking a deep breath, I collapsed onto the bed, rolling beside her. My chest rose and fell quickly, struggling for air. I had no idea how I was going to come down from such a high.