Tossed Into Love
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“Your mom bought sheets she’d thought I’d like for your bed?” I repeat in horror.
He ignores me and continues, “I refused to take them. No fucking way am I sleeping on flowers.”
“You won’t sleep on flowers?” I repeat as I look at the floral sheets and comforter, then back at him, raising a brow. “Do you think you won’t be able to . . . you know”—my eyes go to his zipper—“function in floral sheets?”
“Let’s get the sheets on the bed and find out,” he growls, prowling toward me.
I laugh, backing up.
“I don’t want to disable your manhood wit—”
I laugh harder as he grabs me around the waist, cutting off my words by dropping his mouth to mine and thrusting his tongue between my lips for a very deep, very wet kiss that is over too quickly. “Now I have a point to make, Princess.” He takes the set of sheets out of my hand and opens the package. We make quick work of making my bed; then he throws me down on top of it, coming down on me once more. “You feel that?” he asks, thrusting his hips into mine.
I squirm under him when his erection grinds against my clit.
“Does that feel like I’m disabled to you?”
“No . . .” I swallow hard, thinking he definitely does not feel disabled at all.
“I get hard just thinking about you.” His hand skims up my side, under my shirt, and he cups my breast over my bra. “All I can think about is getting inside of you.” He kisses me again while his thumb and middle finger pull my nipple.
My back arches, and my legs wrap around his hips to pull him closer. Smiling against my mouth, he releases my nipple and leans back quickly to help me out of my top and bra.
The moment his warm lips wrap around my nipple, I moan, “Antonio.”
“Right here.” He moves to my other breast while my hands explore his chest and abs under his shirt. Needing to feel his skin against mine, I push his shirt up. He leans back until he pulls it off over his head.
“Yes,” I whisper as his weight settles into me. “Don’t stop,” I plead, feeling his fingers skim down my stomach to the top of my jeans and right into my panties. The first touch of his fingers against my clit has my eyes rolling back into my head.
“Look at me, Princess,” he demands. I open my eyes to focus on him. “Do you want to come?”
His thumb is still circling my clit, two fingers working me, giving me nothing and everything at the same time. “Yes,” I rasp.
“Let’s get you out of these jeans.” He leans back and helps me get rid of them; then he’s back over me with his hand between my legs. “Wet,” he groans against my mouth.
I slide my hand down his chest, then unhook his jeans. When I get my hand wrapped around his cock, my pussy spasms.
“Antonio.” I open my eyes to find his already on me. “Please. I’m ready.”
His eyes flare, and his jaw gets tight. “Baby, I don—”
“Please,” I cut him off. Releasing him, I slide my hands up his chest and hold his face between my palms. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, resting his forehead to mine.
God, he’s so sweet and so perfect.
I love that he wants to make sure I’m ready. I love that he’s not pressuring me.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I lift my head and touch my mouth to his. I whisper against his lips, “Please make love to me.” His eyes flare again on the word love; then his mouth is on mine, and he’s kissing me hard. So hard that I feel branded by his lips.
When his mouth leaves mine, he takes his wallet out of his back pocket and gets out a condom. He lays it on the bed near my head, then kicks off his boots and jeans. Seeing all of him for the first time, my mouth goes dry. He really is perfect—from his handsome face to his cut collarbones, hard pecs, tight abs, the V of his waist that leads to his cock. It’s hard and thick.
“Stop looking at it like that,” he says. My eyes fly up to meet his. “You’re going to give him performance anxiety.”
“Is that a real thing?” I ask.
He laughs, grabbing hold of my ankle and tugging me down the bed.
“If it is, I don’t want now to be when I find out.” His hips settle between mine as his warm body comes to rest over me. “You sure about this?” he asks gently, sliding his fingers through my hair.
Looking up into his eyes, I know this is right. “This is what I’ve been holding out for . . . I mean, I’ve been waiting for you to . . . god.” I cover my face with my hands, feeling like an idiot.
I feel his body shaking over mine.
“So damn cute.” He pulls my hands from my face. “Breathe for me, Princess.”
Breathe? How the hell does he expect me to breathe when he’s around?
“I promise I’ll take care of you,” he says gently. My throat starts to get tight. “Kiss me,” he urges, dipping his head closer to mine.
Arching my neck, I touch my mouth to his, then whimper when his fingers slide between my wet folds.
“Yes,” I breathe into his mouth while one finger slides inside of me.
“Circle your hips in sync with my finger,” he says.
I do, and then he adds another finger to the pressure, making my back bow off the bed while his thumb rolls against my oversensitive clit.
“I’m . . .” I start to feel like I’m going to come, but he pulls his hand away. My eyes fly open, and I stare up at him while he reaches for the condom, rips the package open with his teeth, then uses one hand to deftly slide it on.
“You’re ready,” he grunts, sliding the head of his cock over my clit and entrance before placing the tip inside and slowly sliding in.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, my fingers dig into his shoulders as he fills me slowly. There isn’t any real pain, but there is pressure and a feeling of being full . . . so full.
“Oh,” I breathe, looking into his eyes as he goes still, deep inside me. He’s so deep that I know I will always feel him there.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He links our fingers together, bringing them up to rest beside my head. He settles his hips deeper into mine before pulling out and sliding back in slowly.
“You feel so good.” His mouth takes mine in another brutal kiss while he keeps the slow, sensual pace of sliding in and out of me. When his mouth leaves mine again and he leans back to look at me, I swear I feel my heart fly right out of my chest and into his like it belongs to him. His eyes drop to our connection, and I watch them close before he looks at me once more. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you taking me.”
My hold on him tightens in every way, and I circle my hips. I need more—I’m just not sure what that is. His hand pulls mine down between us, and he uses both our fingers to swirl over my clit. “Oh god,” I gasp, my core tightening.
He grins.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking responsive to the tiniest touch.” He says it like it’s not a bad thing at all, but I still feel my cheeks get warm.
He circles my clit faster and faster, and a knot starts to form in my lower belly and my legs start to shake. “Let go, Princess.”
He nips my earlobe, and I do. My body goes still, and I let go, falling over the edge into bliss. Eyes closed, neck arched, he lets go of my hand and starts to move more quickly inside of me. The noises coming from him and me—the pants and groans, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin—are enough to send me into sensory overload. When his hips stop thrusting and his body jerks, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lift my face into his neck. I don’t want him to see the tears that are threatening to spill over. I never had any expectations for my first time. But it was perfect, beyond perfect. In the realm of magical. And it being with Antonio made it that much better, that much more special. Tucking his face into my neck, he rolls us over until I’m sprawled on top of him. His fingers slide softly up and down my spine.
“You okay?” he asks gently.
I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak—not yet. So many emotions threaten to close my throat. I never thought about the connection I would feel to the person I shared my first time with.
He ignores me and continues, “I refused to take them. No fucking way am I sleeping on flowers.”
“You won’t sleep on flowers?” I repeat as I look at the floral sheets and comforter, then back at him, raising a brow. “Do you think you won’t be able to . . . you know”—my eyes go to his zipper—“function in floral sheets?”
“Let’s get the sheets on the bed and find out,” he growls, prowling toward me.
I laugh, backing up.
“I don’t want to disable your manhood wit—”
I laugh harder as he grabs me around the waist, cutting off my words by dropping his mouth to mine and thrusting his tongue between my lips for a very deep, very wet kiss that is over too quickly. “Now I have a point to make, Princess.” He takes the set of sheets out of my hand and opens the package. We make quick work of making my bed; then he throws me down on top of it, coming down on me once more. “You feel that?” he asks, thrusting his hips into mine.
I squirm under him when his erection grinds against my clit.
“Does that feel like I’m disabled to you?”
“No . . .” I swallow hard, thinking he definitely does not feel disabled at all.
“I get hard just thinking about you.” His hand skims up my side, under my shirt, and he cups my breast over my bra. “All I can think about is getting inside of you.” He kisses me again while his thumb and middle finger pull my nipple.
My back arches, and my legs wrap around his hips to pull him closer. Smiling against my mouth, he releases my nipple and leans back quickly to help me out of my top and bra.
The moment his warm lips wrap around my nipple, I moan, “Antonio.”
“Right here.” He moves to my other breast while my hands explore his chest and abs under his shirt. Needing to feel his skin against mine, I push his shirt up. He leans back until he pulls it off over his head.
“Yes,” I whisper as his weight settles into me. “Don’t stop,” I plead, feeling his fingers skim down my stomach to the top of my jeans and right into my panties. The first touch of his fingers against my clit has my eyes rolling back into my head.
“Look at me, Princess,” he demands. I open my eyes to focus on him. “Do you want to come?”
His thumb is still circling my clit, two fingers working me, giving me nothing and everything at the same time. “Yes,” I rasp.
“Let’s get you out of these jeans.” He leans back and helps me get rid of them; then he’s back over me with his hand between my legs. “Wet,” he groans against my mouth.
I slide my hand down his chest, then unhook his jeans. When I get my hand wrapped around his cock, my pussy spasms.
“Antonio.” I open my eyes to find his already on me. “Please. I’m ready.”
His eyes flare, and his jaw gets tight. “Baby, I don—”
“Please,” I cut him off. Releasing him, I slide my hands up his chest and hold his face between my palms. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, resting his forehead to mine.
God, he’s so sweet and so perfect.
I love that he wants to make sure I’m ready. I love that he’s not pressuring me.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I lift my head and touch my mouth to his. I whisper against his lips, “Please make love to me.” His eyes flare again on the word love; then his mouth is on mine, and he’s kissing me hard. So hard that I feel branded by his lips.
When his mouth leaves mine, he takes his wallet out of his back pocket and gets out a condom. He lays it on the bed near my head, then kicks off his boots and jeans. Seeing all of him for the first time, my mouth goes dry. He really is perfect—from his handsome face to his cut collarbones, hard pecs, tight abs, the V of his waist that leads to his cock. It’s hard and thick.
“Stop looking at it like that,” he says. My eyes fly up to meet his. “You’re going to give him performance anxiety.”
“Is that a real thing?” I ask.
He laughs, grabbing hold of my ankle and tugging me down the bed.
“If it is, I don’t want now to be when I find out.” His hips settle between mine as his warm body comes to rest over me. “You sure about this?” he asks gently, sliding his fingers through my hair.
Looking up into his eyes, I know this is right. “This is what I’ve been holding out for . . . I mean, I’ve been waiting for you to . . . god.” I cover my face with my hands, feeling like an idiot.
I feel his body shaking over mine.
“So damn cute.” He pulls my hands from my face. “Breathe for me, Princess.”
Breathe? How the hell does he expect me to breathe when he’s around?
“I promise I’ll take care of you,” he says gently. My throat starts to get tight. “Kiss me,” he urges, dipping his head closer to mine.
Arching my neck, I touch my mouth to his, then whimper when his fingers slide between my wet folds.
“Yes,” I breathe into his mouth while one finger slides inside of me.
“Circle your hips in sync with my finger,” he says.
I do, and then he adds another finger to the pressure, making my back bow off the bed while his thumb rolls against my oversensitive clit.
“I’m . . .” I start to feel like I’m going to come, but he pulls his hand away. My eyes fly open, and I stare up at him while he reaches for the condom, rips the package open with his teeth, then uses one hand to deftly slide it on.
“You’re ready,” he grunts, sliding the head of his cock over my clit and entrance before placing the tip inside and slowly sliding in.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, my fingers dig into his shoulders as he fills me slowly. There isn’t any real pain, but there is pressure and a feeling of being full . . . so full.
“Oh,” I breathe, looking into his eyes as he goes still, deep inside me. He’s so deep that I know I will always feel him there.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He links our fingers together, bringing them up to rest beside my head. He settles his hips deeper into mine before pulling out and sliding back in slowly.
“You feel so good.” His mouth takes mine in another brutal kiss while he keeps the slow, sensual pace of sliding in and out of me. When his mouth leaves mine again and he leans back to look at me, I swear I feel my heart fly right out of my chest and into his like it belongs to him. His eyes drop to our connection, and I watch them close before he looks at me once more. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you taking me.”
My hold on him tightens in every way, and I circle my hips. I need more—I’m just not sure what that is. His hand pulls mine down between us, and he uses both our fingers to swirl over my clit. “Oh god,” I gasp, my core tightening.
He grins.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking responsive to the tiniest touch.” He says it like it’s not a bad thing at all, but I still feel my cheeks get warm.
He circles my clit faster and faster, and a knot starts to form in my lower belly and my legs start to shake. “Let go, Princess.”
He nips my earlobe, and I do. My body goes still, and I let go, falling over the edge into bliss. Eyes closed, neck arched, he lets go of my hand and starts to move more quickly inside of me. The noises coming from him and me—the pants and groans, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin—are enough to send me into sensory overload. When his hips stop thrusting and his body jerks, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lift my face into his neck. I don’t want him to see the tears that are threatening to spill over. I never had any expectations for my first time. But it was perfect, beyond perfect. In the realm of magical. And it being with Antonio made it that much better, that much more special. Tucking his face into my neck, he rolls us over until I’m sprawled on top of him. His fingers slide softly up and down my spine.
“You okay?” he asks gently.
I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak—not yet. So many emotions threaten to close my throat. I never thought about the connection I would feel to the person I shared my first time with.
