Jack was kissing me. I feared I would blink and wake up to find it was a dream.

He wretched his mouth from mine, his breathing heavy. His body still pinned mine to the bed.

“What’s wrong?” I touched my swollen lips as I stared into his serious expression, hoping he wasn’t having second thoughts.

“I’m just slowing things down. There is no rush Hadley.”

“You’re not having seconds thoughts are you?” I asked, afraid that was exactly what was happening.

“No.”

My stomach fluttered at his words. In all honesty I would have followed him to the ends of the earth as long as he didn’t stop. I feared he would change his mind if he knew how inexperienced I really was.

He kissed me softly before he moved off me to lie beside me, propped up by his elbow.

“I want you to feel that you have complete control over what’s happening here.”

I had no handle on any of it. All I knew was that I wanted more.

He rested his hand on my chest. “If anything makes you uncomfortable we stop. Okay?”

I nodded, I bit my lip gently as his hand moved to the bottom of my shirt.

“Let’s get rid of this.” He lifted the shirt up and I moved to help him pull it over my head.

The cool air made me very aware off of my lack of clothing.

His warm hand settled on my stomach. His finger tips tracing against my skin, making me hyperaware of the smallest touch. I wanted him to touch me everywhere.

“You good?”

I nodded, trying to hide my nervousness. If he even suspected I had no experience in this he would put a stop to it and that was the last thing I wanted.

“It’s me Hadley.”

I sighed. “I’m just nervous.”

“You’ll be fine.”

I frowned. “How do you know that?”

“Because I want you so much I can’t think straight right now.”

My frown softened. “Really?”

It was mind blowing that the guy who could have any girl he wanted, and I made him feel that way.

He nodded. “It’s taking all my self control to take this slowly.”

His words touched me deeply and made me fall a little more in love with him.

His mouth found mine as his hand moved over my breast. Through the material his fingers brushed against the sensitive tip. Heat throbbed in the crevice of my thighs.

While his mouth moved hungrily against mine, his hand skimmed down to my jeans. He undid the button and slid the zip down. I only had a moment to think about what was happening before his hand moved further down in to my jeans past the waist band of my panties.

His mouth hovered over mine as I breathed deeply. He smelled so good, like spice intermingled with soap.

“You still with me?” I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

I nodded moving my hand to grip his arm as his hand moved lower. I allowed my legs to fall open to give him access as his fingers touched my most sensitive part. Swallowing hard, all I could focus on was the finger tracing me.

I was hot and wet. “Jack.”

He kissed me just as his finger moved against my folds and then slowly slid into me. I lifted my hips needing to more. I panted, overwhelmed by my physical response to him. He knew exactly what I needed, when I didn’t.

His thumb pushed against on the outside most sensitive part as his fingers moved. My hips moved in sync with his movements. I gripped his arm tighter, his muscles flexed under my fingers. I was building up to something, I could feel it in every part of me. My mouth slightly opened and I gasped. His mouth covered mine smothering another gasp.

The physical component was so intense I could only concentrate on what he was doing to me. Nothing else mattered.

“Don’t fight it. Let it happen,” he whispered against my mouth.

I cried out, my body tightened so tightly bound it hurt and then in an instant it exploded right through me, washing over me like a wave. Leaving me gasping and unable to do anything but savor every last second of it.

Jack held me close as I shuddered through the last of it. My body felt like putty in his hands.

The parts he had just touched were sensitive as he moved his hand out of my jeans. I just wanted to hold onto the feeling of being so spent and warm that I could not think of a single thing other than the man who had made me feel this.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” I breathed, knowing I would never be the same again. Not after experiencing that.

I touched his face. He had given this to me. This experience. I swallowed hard, overcome with emotion.

“Hey,” he said, studying me closely. “Did I hurt you?” His forehead furrowed.

“No…it’s just…” I paused, fighting tears that I feared would put an end to this and I wasn’t ready for that. I wanted more. I wanted him. “I never knew it could be like that.”

He frowned. “What does that mean?”

Damn. I had slipped up.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” he asked. He had no idea.

“It’s not a big deal,” I brushed it off, hoping he would press me more on the subject, I didn’t want to have to admit I had never made it passed kissing.

He studied me, like he was having second thoughts. “You still with me on this?”

“Stop asking me that. Yes I’m sure. I won’t change my mind Jack. I want this. With you.” I sighed. “If you’re having second thoughts you need to tell me.”

“I’m not changing my mind.” His voice strong and unwavering.

It made gave me more confidence to shimmy out of my jeans as he slid off the bed to discard his jeans and shirt. Feeling more confident I undid my bra and discarded it.

He stopped to allow his gaze to move across my body, hungrily. I liked it.

This was really happening. I still couldn’t quite believe it as he moved onto the bed and moved to fit his body on mine. My legs move to cradle his hips. I could feel him hardening.

I wasn’t sure on the logistics of how he was going to fit but I refused to waver. I would not allow any nervousness to stop me.

He pulled my panties down my thighs before he dropped them on the floor. I was naked. He removed his boxers and we were both naked. He reached for his bedside drawer to get a foil packet. A condom. Something that hadn’t even occurred to me.

Then something struck me. He had made me have blood test.

He moved to align our bodies, skin to skin.

“What about my blood test?” I asked, knowing he had not been as confident in my results as I had been.

“You’re clean.” It wasn’t something I had doubted.

There were no more obstacles. He kissed me gently but I had a moment of nervousness. My body stiffened as he nudged me with the tip of his hard length. It was large. So large I didn’t know how it was going to fit.

He moved slowly, allowing the weight of his body to sink into me.

There was a fullness that I had never felt before, I held still unsure of when the pain would come. His mouth coaxed mine open and thrust his tongue against mine. I gripped the back of his neck concentrating on the heat of his kiss. Then there was a moment of pain when he filled me completely.

I stiffened.

“You okay?” He strained as he stilled.

I nodded, even though the pain throbbed. I trusted him. He had done this a lot more than I ever had.

“I need to move.”

I nodded, still unable to relax. He moved slowly, in short movements allowing my body to adjust to him.

Then the pain eased and it began to feel good. His strokes grew longer and harder. I felt the same build up as I had before and I panted.

Sweat beaded his forehead, the heat consuming both of us.

His muscles tightened with each thrust and I wrapped my legs round his waist trying to keep to his rhythm. I held him close as his movements quickened.

I was closer. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to ride the wave. He slammed into me and the orgasm shattered in me. I cried out, holding him tight. He stiffened, thrusting as deep as he could before he grunted and shuddered.

In the moments after, the only sounds were our heaving breathing, I could only think of how magical it had been. Something good, amazing. In amongst the pain and death there was something more. We had just touched it. If only briefly.