What just happened? Why did I assume she'd slept around? Christ, there were so many clues and I didn't pay attention.

I slip the condom off and toss it on the nightstand, then take her in my arms. Now that I think about it, her inexperience was pretty fucking obvious all along. Good going, dude. My throat is tight and my chest is heavy because I can't believe I was so aggressive with her. She's a goddamned virgin.

"Hey," I whisper, kissing her forehead. "Hey. It's okay."

"I'm sorry. I should have said something."

"No. I shouldn't have been an aggressive, horny asshole. Or I should've asked you."

She wriggles out of my arms and looks at me, frowning. Her cheeks are still pink from her orgasm, which was so honest and unguarded that it practically made me explode by merely watching her.

"You weren't an asshole. Why do you say that?"

I twirl a lock of her long hair around my finger. I'm obsessed with her hair. "Because I would've been way more gentle. I would have taken things slower. Done things differently this weekend."

"You wouldn't have brought me here?" She blinks a few times, then pulls on her earlobe. For the first time, I realize she's not wearing earrings. She does have on a delicate silver necklace but I can't look at it now, otherwise I'll stare at her breasts. She folds an arm over her chest and I refocus on her eyes. Am I giving her the wrong impression? Making her feel unwanted? Something about her makes my brain feel short-circuited.

"No. I mean yes. I would have still brought you here. I wanna be with you. Sex or no sex."

"So what do you mean, done things differently?"

"I would've controlled myself more. Or at least tried to. Not jumped you the second we got here."

Her pillowy lips pucker into a pout, and I'm trying not to think about how much I want her.

"Maybe I'm not explaining this right." Probably because all the blood's in my dick and not my brain. I stroke her hair, then trace her cheekbone with my finger. Jesus, she's so gorgeous and I want her so badly that my muscles ache. I take a deep breath. "I've spent the last month thinking about you. Thinking about kissing you. Thinking about..." I lick my lips. Normally, with any other woman, I'd say the word fuck. That isn't quite appropriate in this situation, and I trail my finger between her breasts. "...about being with you like this."

"You have?" I nod. "When we were standing on the beach, you looked so beautiful. I couldn't resist kissing you and one thing led to another."

She smiles.

"And you seemed to be into it."

"I was into it. I am into it. I..." her eyes cast downward. "I loved every second of it."

I lean into her and press my mouth to hers, softly. "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. I want to make sure you're okay. That I'm not doing something to hurt you. That I'm not going too fast."

"No. You haven't done anything wrong. I knew we'd end up here, in bed. I love everything you're doing. Too much, maybe."

I kiss her, softly, my muscles relaxing. Juliette is like a tranquilizer for me, soothing, calming, sending all of the dopamine through my brain — while simultaneously making me rock-hard and crazed with lust.

I murmur against her mouth, surprising myself at every tender word that's coming from my mouth. "We don't have to do it tonight. Or at all. It's totally up to you."

She looks at me, big-eyed and serious, sliding her arm from her breasts. "But I want to."

"You're so amazing. You know that?" I pause to study her, run my fingers through her long hair. "I love your hair. And your eyes. And everything about you. Your body is unreal."

"Thanks." Her voice is so soft and shy, but she takes my face in her hands and kisses me. Never have I tasted such a sweet mouth, experienced such an intense kiss. I roll from my side onto my back. She's above me, her hair cascading onto my chest. I gather her long, dark locks in my hands. "Do what you want with me. You're in charge."

"You mean like touch you?"

I cock an eyebrow. "Touch me, kiss me, whatever. I'm yours. Take advantage of me."

A grin spreads across her face. "First I want to kiss you more."

"Then get down here and kiss me."

She flutters a little kiss on my lips, then a hesitant nibble, and before long, we're frenching like crazy and she's rocking on my dick. I groan.

Then, she sits up, staring at my naked body. She's wearing just her underwear and her tits are round and big and absolutely perfect.

Everything about her is curvy and juicy, and I want to simultaneously fuck her and devour her. But it's her turn. Why did I tell her she could take charge? All I want is to grind against her, bury myself in her wet heat.

She tucks her hair behind her ears and puts her hands on my chest while straddling me. With a light touch, she skims her fingers down my chest, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

"I want to make you feel good. What do you like? How do you like to be touched?" Her simple questions — said in the sexiest, breathy voice I've ever heard — take me by surprise. I'm used to women who assume they'll make me feel good because they know all kinds of positions and tricks. No one has ever asked me what I like.

"I'll love anything you do. I'm sure of it. What do you like?"

She pauses, then shrugs. "Dunno. I guess we'll find out."

When she grins I pull her toward me and we both laugh. I tickle her a little to ease the tension, and she sits up, putting pressure on my hard dick and making me groan.

"Why were you shaking?" I ask as she circles my nipples slowly.

She shrugs and I'm mesmerized at how her tits sway a little. It hits me that most of the girls I've been with have fake tits because they didn't move like Juliette's are. Hers are living, breathing, beautiful entities all on their own, and I lick my lips.

"I guess because I haven't ever seen a naked guy before. And I was worried I'd act wrong."

My hands find her thighs and skim her skin. She's velvety. "If you're doing something wrong, you'll probably kill me when you start doing things right."

Her fingers trail down my chest, to my stomach. "You're so solid. Muscular. I'm so doughy compared to you."

"That's not the word I'd use. Sexy, beautiful, soft. Fucking hot."

She raises her eyes to meet mine. For a few beats, we gaze at each other, and somehow the vibe between us feels more carnal than actual fucking.

"Put your hand on my cock. Now." I say it in a whisper, but she knows it's a command. Her teeth pierce her bottom lip as she focuses on my dick. The pad of her finger makes contact with the tip, and she touches the drop of fluid. She wraps her hand around it and strokes.

"That's it, angel. Nice and slow. That's how I do it when I'm thinking about you."

She looks up and her hair tumbles over one shoulder. "You did this while thinking of me?"

"While thinking of you and while looking at your Instagram photos."

This seems to turn her on, because her nipples harden and she begins to stroke faster. Everything about her — her smell, the curve of her belly, the way she explores me with a look of fascination and desire written on her face — is pushing every button. Buttons I didn't know I had.

I can't believe I'm this turned on from a hand job. "You're going to make me come, angel. Is that what you want? Do you want to watch me come?"

She stops and I groan in protest. Stretching out next to me, she takes my earlobe in her mouth and tugs gently with her teeth.

"Take off your panties."

Still with the sexy, astonished look etched on her face, she sits up into a kneel. I watch as she slides them down her hips, then her legs. I catch a glimpse of a perfectly trimmed patch of hair and I sit up, too. I can't take any more of this. I want to watch those sinful lips call my name while I'm fucking her.

"Lie down."

Her hair spreads over the white pillow and there's no longer a look of fear in her eyes. And she's not shaking. Now, her lips are parted and she's studying me with a fierce glint of lust.

"You're like a painting, Juliette. A work of art. I can't stop looking at you."

She cups her tits while staring at me with a seductive, yet so innocent, smile. As quickly as humanly possible, I reach for another condom and sheath my cock. "You're sure?" I ask, kissing her.

"Very sure."

I sweep a lock of her hair away from her face and dip to trail my tongue down her neck. While I'm in the vicinity, I need to taste her nipple. She rakes her fingers into my hair and pulls, all while letting out the sexiest, most feminine sound I've ever heard.

The more she gives me, the more I want to take.

I kiss her again, twirling my tongue against hers as I prop myself up on my hands. "Open your legs for me. Wide," I murmur.

She does, and I position myself between her thighs. Jesus, I'm rock hard.

Go slow. Don't hurt her. Be gentle.

The tip of my dick brushes against her pussy and all my thoughts turn primal. Must. Fuck. Now. I rein it in. "If it hurts, you need to tell me."

She nods.

We're staring into each other's eyes when I ease inside her. We both inhale sharply, but probably for different reasons. I almost never look into women's eyes when I fuck them. Not if I can help it.

But tonight? I can't stop staring at her. "You okay?"

She nods and smiles.

Slowly, so slow that I clench my jaw because I'm trying hard to control myself and do what I want — fuck hard and fast — I sink into her. Tight doesn't even begin to describe the sensation. She's wet and swollen. I shut my eyes in an attempt to refocus and regroup. I attempt to mentally recite some baseball statistics so I don't blow my load right away, but I"m distracted when she gasps.

It's a different sound a yelp of pain. At least discomfort.

"Hurts?" I ease out.

"A little, yeah."

"I'm sorry. I'll go real slow, okay?" Slow might make me come in about three seconds, but I have no other choice.

I slide back in. Thank God she's so wet. I settle into a slow rhythm and I can feel a familiar tingle in my balls. I'm going to come soon, I can feel it.

She gasps a little. "It's, I don't know. Full. Intense. Wow."

"It's good?" I've never asked a woman to reassure me how I'm doing in bed.

"So good," she purrs, and a hyper-masculine pride floods my body. I've never felt this kind of crazy intensity while fucking a woman. This could get real addictive, real quick.

Her hands grip my biceps and her hips are meeting mine in a mutual grind. I pick up speed, and tell her to wrap her legs higher around me. When she does, I lower myself fully on top of her and press my face into her neck.

Her warmth and mine mingle, and for several minutes, everything else in the world falls away. It's just me and her, together.

She holds me tight, digging her nails into my back; and yet as fierce and wild as she's being right now, I'm aware that I so much bigger, and that I need to be somewhat gentle. When she lets out a little sigh-whimper and says my name, I teeter on the edge. I'm sweating now. Just one or two more deep strokes and I'll be there...

Only half aware of what I'm doing, I bite her neck while holding the side of her face in my hand.

"Yes," she whispers in my ear. That's all it takes, and I growl, actually growl like a feral dog, as I let go. I pulse and throb and release into her tight pussy, and I say her name more than once in a gasp of astonishment and desire. And then I don't move. This is normally the point where I roll away. Wash up, get a drink of water, exchange some pleasant banter. Leave.

But right now I have to hold Juliette. And don't ever want to let go.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I'm probably heavy." I ease out of her and roll onto my side, pulling her into my arms. "How do you feel?"

She brushes her lips over my chest. "Um. Sore. How do you feel?"

Like I could swim to Cuba, climb a skyscraper, stay up for a week straight. The best I've felt in years. "Incredible."

"Griffin?"

My eyes are half closed, and I sweep her hair behind her back. "Yeah?"

"I didn't have an orgasm while you were inside me."

My eyes are fully open now. "But you did before, right? When I was touching you?"

She nods. "That felt incredible."

I hum and tap my finger on her nose. "There will be more of that later." Damn, she's so adorable when she giggles. The sound hits me right in the heart. "Sorry I came so fast. You felt too good, angel. I couldn't control myself or any of my body parts. Well, one body part in particular."

I'm about to tell her that I usually last longer, but I don't want to even hint about other women. Of course she knows I've had sex before, but it feels shitty to bring it up now.

A little sigh escapes her lips. After a few minutes, I climb out of bed to take care of the condom and grab a wet a washcloth with warm water. Returning to the bedroom, I see Juliette from behind, her shapely ass stuck out as she pulls the covers back.When I see a little sliver of her pussy, my dick twitches. She looks over her shoulder. "Hey," she says in a shy tone.

"Lie on your back."

"Why?"

I hold up the washcloth. She reclines, her legs tight together. I put my hand on her knee and she gets the message and opens. Gently pressing the warm washcloth between her legs, I try hard not to stare. If I do, I'll probably get hard again, and I need to go easy on her.

She sucks in an audible breath. "Yeah, I'm sore."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not." Her laugh is like pure light.

She's watching me stare at her. "I shaved most of it. But left a little patch."

"I see that." Would it be wrong for me to touch her softly? There's something intimate about how we're talking to each other, and that's turning me on. Hell, everything's turning me on right now.

"Do you like it?"

I drop the washcloth to the floor and I brush my thumb over the soft skin between her legs. When I feel her wetness, my dick comes to life again. "Love it. But I'll love whatever you do down there. Promise."

What I want is to taste her. What she needs is to rest for an hour or two. Or more. For the first time ever, I'm putting a woman's needs before my own, and muse about this as I turn out the light and gather her in my arms. I'm marginally aware how we haven't eaten, but the adrenaline from sex has left me with an appetite for more of her.

She dozes off, and I feel almost drugged from how sweet she smells and how fucking good my body feels. I'm only semi-conscious of our reality — I just took the virginity of a sweet girl who doesn't know I'm a drug dealer, Ash's little sister, for Chrissakes — as I slip in and out of sleep. Thing is, I'm too fucking happy to care right now. I'm a lot of things in my everyday life. Rich, exciting, dangerous. Never happy.

When she stirs and rubs her tits against my chest, I wrap an arm around her so I can fondle her sweet ass.

"Am I dreaming this?" she whispers, climbing on top of me.

Seconds later, we're devouring each other. In the darkness, I flip her onto her back and slide down her body. It feels like I'm made to nestle between her legs and lick her super slow. She tastes like sweet cream butter and feels hot and slick against my tongue. She lets out little gasps, shallow breaths, soft cries, as I coax her to orgasm.

"Can you tell how much I want you?" I ask her this as I push into her, and by the way she draws me closer, I think she's beginning to understand the answer.

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