The Boy Next Door > jariana (ON HOLD)

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We didn't say any other words to each other. Everything just faded into a warm, delicious depth of slow, deliberate kisses and gentle, pleasing touches. Gone were the cold kind of goosebumps; those were replaced with the yearning kind. Even though he was at my fingertips, I wanted him closer. The ache coursing through me made me more eager. I pulled him closer, grinding into him.

He unhooked my bra, slipping it off as he traced my neck with warm, wet kisses, taking my nipple into his mouth. I wove my fingers through his hair, clinching tightly. His other hand made its way between my legs, and underneath my panties. I lost all control over myself.

I gasped and moaned. "Oh my god, Justin..." I was breathless with pleasure.

"God you feel good," he whispered. "You're on the pill?"

"Yes..." I gasped. "I love you." I was in a state of ecstasy.

"I love you, Ari," he rasped. He kissed my stomach, moving downward. The warm wetness of his mouth moved over my thighs, and he removed my panties. "You sure about this?"

I lifted my head from the pillow and gazed at him with longing as he rested his head against my thigh. I could have peaked right there, just staring at him as he gently fondled me. I threw my head, back laughing softly. He is kidding, right? "Come here." I reached down, grabbing his face with both hands, tugging him gently upward to meet my lips. I caressed his face and stared at him in the eyes. "I want all of you," I panted, "I could cry, I want this so bad."

The pressure I felt as he began to enter me was quickly replaced with a searing pain. I squeaked and tried to hold in my discomfort, wrapping my legs and arms around him tighter. Gone were the intense, feel-good sensations I was just having. Justin moved slowly as he lifted himself to hover over me, trying not to crush me beneath him. Our eyes met, and I tried to concentrate on the way his electric brown eyes took me in. I ran my hands over his chest and arms. I craved the pleasure I was just feeling moments prior. Then suddenly he stilled and caressed my face.

"Don't stop," I begged through a whisper, my lips grazing his.

"Are you okay?" he breathed. "God, baby, you feel so good."

"Yes. I'm perfect." It fucking hurts.

Justin was slow moving, and as much as the pain ebbed and flowed, each thrust was laced with sensual heat. Looming right below my discomfort was that throbbing, gratifying goodness, and I wanted it so badly. I focused on his breath and matched his movement. Our breathing was rhythmic, and he slowed. He took my leg, squeezing and rubbing the inside of my thigh as he moved into me.

"You're so beautiful." He released my leg, and his gorgeous face met mine, kissing and sucking at my lips tenderly.

"I love you," I whispered. I wanted to cry out, he felt so good beneath my hands. I tried to pull him deeper inside me. I wanted to please him. I wanted to finally be everything to him.

His breathing danced. "Ari, I can't hold on, you feel too good." His voice rustled softly in my ear, and I kept pulling him into me, finally bringing him to climax. He moaned, sighed and gasped with his release. I clung to him.

"Fuck, baby. I couldn't hold on any longer." He laid his head next to mine, caressing my stomach. "You drive me crazy. I've wanted you for so long."

Heat leaked from his skin. I rubbed the perspiration that bubbled over his back and caressed his face as his forehead rested on mine. Gone were the half-assed sex acts of blowjobs and hand jobs. I was beyond content with our first time, but I was happy it was over. My box was on fire, in a bad way, stinging. I thought about how he didn't use a condom and prayed that the pill really worked. I wanted a warm wet washcloth and then a bag of ice. I squirmed underneath him. I just knew I had to have bled, right? I mean, that's what happened to Nicole and Nadine.