“Ty, I love you so much, I don’t deserve you,” I whispered while gripping his ass to pull him all the way into me, wincing at the pressure before relaxing into it. The feeling of being filled by the man I loved so unconditionally was indescribable. As if he was destined to be inside me, my walls stretched to accommodate him fully. The look of awe that passed between us when we were finally fully joined could never be replicated. Nothing else mattered. Together, we were miraculous, glorious, and perfect.
“Oh, butterfly,” Ty rasped. “This feels like my first time too. You’re magical. We’re magical.”
I crushed my mouth to his, lost in the beauty of our incredible connection. Ty wrapped his arm around me, cradling my head, stroking my face. We rocked together. I couldn’t help but whimper and clench around his cock while he moved in and out of me.
Ty’s extraordinary expression of devotion bored into my soul, he never looked away. His eyes were locked with mine. Even as the intensity of pleasure became nearly too much, his focus was concentrated. Our pace amplified gradually. His hips rolled into me faster and faster when he couldn’t help but lose himself in his own bliss. How I reveled in my beautiful man’s exquisite look of nirvana and uncensored gasps and moans. He was struggling so hard to hold back until I got there again.
Reaching between us, he rubbed my sensitive pearl in furious but gentle circles with the rough pad of his index finger and whispered, “Please. Come with me, baby.”
I was already there, sparks ignited from my scalp to my pussy and I shattered again. He emitted a deep, guttural cry and slammed his hips into me and let go. Feeling him pulse his warm release inside me made me desperate to keep him close. We devoured each other’s mouths, both of us still flickering while he continued to thrust inside me uncontrollably.
When we finally came down to earth, Ty smoothed my hair and peppered me with the lightest, sweetest kisses. Too soon he softened and slipped out of my body. It took every ounce of willpower I had to keep from bawling. Which meant I shook nearly uncontrollably from the emotion of it all.
Misunderstanding my reaction, Ty seemed concerned as he held me close. “Oh, Z, are you okay? Was that okay?”
“Perfect.” I buried my head in his neck, inhaling his awesome scent, his hair soft against my cheeks. “You’re perfect. That was perfect. We’re perfect.”
Ty beamed with pride and ducked into the bathroom, bringing back a warm washcloth, which he used to gently and sweetly clean me up. Afterward, we clung to each other, kissing until my lips felt bruised. I had never felt so loved. I’d never feel this loved again. Devastation permeated my body at the thought that tonight would be the only time for us. After what I just experienced, I knew I wouldn’t ever want to have sex with anyone other than my rocker.
Ty turned me so we could spoon. We continued to cuddle and kiss and Ty’s cock grew hard against my hip. “God, I want you again, babe. I’ll never, ever get enough of you.”
“Yes please—Ty. Please,” I begged, not wanting the night to end.
“It’s okay if you’re too sore. Are you sure?” Ty stroked my face with his knuckles, kissing the nape of my neck.
“I’m a little sore, but I don’t care. That felt too good. I need you, I want you again.” I reached back to stroke his steel-hard cock, which apparently needed little recovery time.
Smiling against my ear, he ran his hand along my calf and under my leg, pulling it up and over his hip. Using his hand to support under my thigh, Ty entered me shallowly from behind before grasping my waist with his other arm and tugging me back against him until he was fully inside me. He was so crazily deep, his thrusts slow and deliberate, making me feel so full. At this angle, his cock rubbed relentlessly against the spot deep inside me that triggered the most intense sensation.
My eyes squinched shut when Ty placed my fingers against my sensitive clit, and we circled it lazily together. All of these erotic sensations meshed and reverberated throughout my entire being. We moved in perfect harmony. I screamed into the pillow, my climax a rolling explosion so pleasurable my muscles contracted taking Ty over with me yet again. My heart broke when he whispered how much he loved me and how we would be together forever right as he emptied inside me. Eventually, he once again slipped from my body, leaving a trail of our combined release down the backs of my thighs.
“You’re my heart, butterfly,” Ty muttered sleepily. Not long after, his arm slackened, and his breathing slowed to a steady tempo against my neck.
For the next hour I watched my amazing, perfect boyfriend sleep, knowing that I was letting him go to follow his destiny because Carter convinced me it was the right thing to do. I snuck out of bed, willing myself to be quiet despite the tears now streaming in rivulets down my face and the sobs I could barely keep contained.
I could still feel Ty inside me. I’d always feel Ty inside me, I realized.
Nothing would ever compare to the look of astonishment and wonder on his gorgeous face when he took my virginity. I knew I’d replay the
