Free That Summer (Part Two) by Lauren Crossley Page B

The
consequences of such a mistake have the potential to be catastrophic and I’m
certainly not willing to take that risk.
    Removing
his boxer shorts, Cole positions himself on top of me and wraps my legs around
his waist. His hands stroke my thighs as his mouth explores my own once more.
His coaxing kisses relax my body and I can feel myself opening up to him as he
starts to enter me for the very first time.
    It’s
somewhat painful but nowhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be. Cole
made sure I was ready and extremely aroused before he even attempted to take my
virginity and for that I am grateful.
    “Are
you ok?” He asks me for the sixth or seventh time.
    “Uh-huh.”
I moan, fighting against the turbulence of anxiety which is battling it out
inside my head.
    “Are
you sure?” He says, sounding doubtful. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “It’s
fine. I just want to feel you inside of me. All of you.”
    “ Fuck …
I need to hear you say that again.” He groans, tightening the firm grasp he has
on my thighs.
    “I
want to feel you…” I whisper. “I need you inside me, Cole.”
    “You
want this, don’t you? Tell me that you want this.”
    “I
don’t want it, I need it. I also need you .” I cry, frantic as I cling
onto him and his powerful physique.
    My
breasts are crushed against his naked chest, drawing us even closer. His sweat
mingles with mine and so do our breaths as we inhale one another’s euphoric
desperation.
    In
one swift motion, Cole is completely inside me. The burning sensation lasts for
a few moments but soon disappears. He starts a slow and steady rhythm as I
continue to hold onto him, delighting in the weight of him on top of me as well
as the fulfilment of being connected to him like this. I feel so full and almost stretched by Cole’s arousal that I can hardly think straight. I
yearn for the blissful experience we shared a few moments before without the
pain of this newfound intrusion and can only hope that the discomfort won’t
last for much longer.
    “What’s
wrong? Is it hurting?”
    “No,
it’s just… it’s.”
    I
can’t even explain to him how this feels. How can I tell him that as much as I want
this… a part of me still knows that it’s wrong ? How am I supposed to
tell him that I already hate myself for going through with this when the other
half of me has never felt so complete?
    “Shh.
It’s ok. Look at me, Serena. It’s ok.” He whispers softly, soothing me with his
words and tone of voice.
    His
thumb makes its way between my legs and starts to draw circles around my clit,
increasing his pace as my moans turn breathless. It’s as though the unease
brought on from such an unknown invasion has been erased and all that I can
feel is euphoria.
    He
continues to touch me so intimately, knowing how much it thrills me and this
only heightens the intensity between us. I reach up and circle my arms around
his neck, pulling him towards me so we can kiss. I can taste my own sweetness
off his lips and I whimper beneath him, hungry for more as his tongue tangles
with my own.
     I
know things will never be the same after this night. We can never go back and
I’m not sure I even want to. I’ve never felt completion like this and I’m
certain I no longer have the strength to go a lifetime without this… without him .
    “You
feel incredible.” He murmurs, nuzzling against my neck as his mouth covers it
with kisses. “You’re perfect.”
    “I
love you.” I pant breathlessly. “I love you so much.”
    “God,
I will never grow tired of hearing you say that.” He says, gazing down at me in
adoration.
    I
gasp when he suddenly hooks his arms underneath my legs and hoists them higher
up into the air. The elevation takes my breath away and I can scarcely control
my orgasm as it takes hold. It’s beyond anything I have ever experienced and
the only way I can describe it is like an explosion, an internal explosion
which erupts, ignites and shatters the centre