I see you 3
I rise up on my elbows, watching as he strips off his jeans and socks before going to his bag and pulling out a box of condoms. Shock courses through me and he must see it on my face as he tears the box open.
“I was hopeful.” The smile that curls my lips is one of pure satisfaction. I love that he was hopeful.
He plucks a condom out of the box and tosses it on the bed before he drops the box back into his duffel. He makes quick work of his boxer briefs and I watch, gnawing on my lower lip as he tears into the condom wrapper and slips the ring of rubber over his thick length.
I swallow hard, fighting the fresh nerves fluttering low in my belly. This has been fun and all, but knowing he’s about to enter me for the first time is making me apprehensive. I think of all those promises I made long ago.
How I swore this would never happen. But I’m almost eighteen, and I know what I want. And what I want is…
Leo.
He glances up, catching my gaze, and he must see the fear written all over my face. Without hesitation, he comes to me, wrapping me up in his arms,
our damp with sweat skin sticking to each other as he cradles me close. His hand is on my stomach, and his mouth is at my forehead. I close my eyes,
savoring the closeness, not able to ignore his erection nudging against my thigh.
“Don’t worry.” He kisses my temple. “I’ll be careful.”
“Leo…” My voice fades, and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, trying to tamp down the panic that threatens. “This is a big deal to me.” He says nothing. Just squeezes me closer.
“I’ve never done this before, and while I definitely want to, I can’t help but feel…scared.” Leo strokes my hair, his fingers tangling in the wild strands. “I know.”
“Please don’t ignore me when we get back to school.” I blurt out my biggest fear, and it hurts, how scary that was. My chest is so tight, it feels like it could burst. “I think I might die if you pretend I didn’t exist.”
His body stills, and he reaches beneath my chin, tilting my face up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “I won’t. I promise.” There are no more words after that. Nothing decipherable, that is. Plenty of murmured sounds and soft moans as he kisses me until I can’t think. He runs his mouth all over me. Down my neck. Across my collarbone and chest. He licks and sucks my nipples, giving them so much attention, I start to become restless. My legs tangle with his, the throbbing between mine unbearable.
I want him. I want to feel connected to him.
He rises up, his fingers curled around his shaft as he drags his erection through my folds. I moan, my hips lifting, seeking more while he teases me. His brows are lowered in concentration, and when the head is nudging at my entrance, I automatically tense up.
His mouth is on mine once more, his tongue thrusting before he pulls away.
“Relax,” he murmurs.
I do my best, relaxing my shoulders, imagining the rest of my muscles slowly easing. I spread my thighs wider as he fits himself more firmly between my legs, and then he’s nudging again, the head just inside, filling me. Stretching me wide. I close my eyes, wondering if this is what it feels like to be split in two.
Wrong mental path to take, I know. He works his way in, one excruciating inch at a time, and I’m breathing deep, long exhales leaving me until he’s fully inside me.
I crack my eyes open to find Leowatching me carefully, his entire body shaking, his cock throbbing. Hot and thick and unmoving. The undeniable reminder that he’s completely claimed me.
I feel incredibly full. Like I can’t even move—and neither can he. I’m scared it’ll hurt, and maybe he won’t care. Maybe he’ll become too wrapped up in his own pleasure that he won’t pay attention to me.
“You’re so tight.” He curls his arm around the top of my head, his fingers playing softly with my hair. His gaze is tender as he studies me, but I see the strain bracketing his mouth. He’s holding himself back. For me. “I’m afraid if I move too fast, I’ll come.” “Be careful with me,” I whisper, because that’s what I need. If he was to ram himself deep, I might cry.
He does as I ask, pulling out before he pushes back inside. I try to move with him, awkward as can be, becoming frustrated though I know it all takes time to learn. He’s patient with me, his hand falling to my hip, guiding me, and after a few minutes of false starts and stuttering stops, we’re moving together.
Slowly.
Smoothly.
I’m still not fully comfortable. He still feels thick inside me, but the more he moves, the easier it gets. The looser I become. The bed springs creak rhythmically with our movement, the squeaky sound filling the room and making me smile.
“Why are you smiling?” He pauses, dipping his head to kiss me.
“I don’t know.” I loop my arms around his neck. “I’m happy.” I am. I’m so happy with Leo. Knowing he’s my first. I never thought this would happen. Not this fast. Not like this. Certainly not with him.
His smile is sweet, unlike any smile he’s ever given me before. And then he buries his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he picks up the pace. Pumping himself inside my body, the slow drag of his erection in and out starting a fresh wave of tingles washing over me.
I clutch him closer, his heart racing against mine, our mouths finding each other, tongues thrusting. The kiss is filthy. Sloppy. He’s lost all control and I’m encouraging it. Encouraging him.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers against my throat, bucking against me, his cock buried deep. His body goes tense, a choked groan falling from his lips just before the shivers take over.
He’s coming. And all I can do is hold on to him, witnessing this miracle.
It’s mesmerizing to watch him, knowing that not many have seen him look like this. I squeeze my inner walls around him, causing a strangled sound to leave him, and he collapses on top of me, his weight heavy and hot. His skin sweaty and sticking to mine.
“Jesus. I’m sorry. That happened way too fast.” He’s breathing hard, his heart racing, I can feel it.
“Don’t apologize.” I drift my fingers up and down his wide back, tracing his shoulder blades. “It felt good.” “Did you come? You didn’t.” His voice is flat, his disappointment palpable.
“I came twice already,” I remind him, kissing his forehead. I can’t stop touching him. I love having him lie on me like this, as if he owns me. It all feels so perfect.
He feels like mine.
Leo is about to pull out of my body, but I hold him to me, keeping him in place with my hand on his butt. Good lord, his muscles are hard.
“Can we do it again?” I ask hopefully.
He smiles, his mouth finding mine as he murmurs, “Hell yeah.”