First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 82

Nash's POV

We lay there in her bed, our skin slick with sweat as she runs her fingers through my hair and I trace patterns into her skin. I want to ask her if she is hurting and if she enjoyed herself but I know for a fact that she came because I felt her clench around me and she was moaning my name. I don't think my name has ever sounded better than when it's coming from her in shaky gasps as I make love to her.

She was so good, even when she was crying she didn't let me stop. I wanted to, I was so torn up about the fact that I hurt her, but now I'm glad that I didn't and I got to see her cumming as I felt her milk me through my orgasm at the same time. Nothing prepared me for the rush of love, like I was bound to her as I felt as the pleasure pulsed through me, a tight spring uncoiling at the bottom of my spine.

I know aftercare is important but I don't want to move. I'm terrified that she will hurt even worse now that she isn't turned on.

"You okay with taking a shower?" I ask her, looking at her. She frowns slightly before barely nodding.

"Y-yeah. I just need your help walking over the bathroom and then I guess you can just wait in here..." She mumbles, looking away. I realize how that question sounded, like I was either telling her she needed to or that I was trying to get rid of her.

"No, I meant, I was just trying to ask if you wanted to, I don't know... Take a shower together. But if you wanted to shower alone that's fine." I get off of her and sit back with my legs criss crossed to look over her body. I gaze over her silky skin, the way it forms over her big breasts before she realizes where I'm looking and covers them with her hands. They're nowhere near big enough to cover her breasts successfully and she rips the sheet up to cover herself.

"I want you to take one with me." She bites her plump bottom lip and stares at me.

"Well let's get you up and out of this bed. Can you stand or do you want me to carry you?" I ask, pushing the bottom of the sheet up to expose her legs. I grab her ankle and lift her leg to kiss along the side of her calf.

"I'm scared it will hurt if I stand. Would you mind carrying me, I might be too heavy or something," She shakes her head and gets quiet. She's out of her mind if she thinks I can't carry her. Jasmine isn't heavy to me at all, she's forgetting that I used to carry her all the time.

"What are you talking about? You're light as a feather." I smile at her and she blushes. I stand and bend down to wrap my arm around her waist and under her knees, looking at her for reassurance before I lift her slowly, careful not to bend her or move her in my arms to avoid any pain she might get.

She winces but doesn't say anything as I walk into her bathroom and set her down on the closed toilet.

"I feel like a child sitting here and looking up at you." She grins up at me as I look at her naked body. She's so damn beautiful.

I leave the bathroom quickly to grab a few towels from the hall closet for us. When I come back in she is sitting up with her arms around her knees.

"Does it hurt?" I ask, setting the towels on the counter and kneeling down beside her. She smiles softly and shakes her head.

"I just can't believe I'm not a virgin anymore." She says lightly, looking at me endearingly.

"Your glowing." I say jokingly. Isn't that what they say girls look like when they lose their virginity? She looks completely breathtaking. Her hair is curling at the roots from the perspiration and it cascades down her back and front, stray hairs fallen over her face before I tuck them behind her ear. Her face is flushed and it hasn't gone away since we started fucking. Her lips are swollen and she keeps biting on that delicious bottom one when she catches me admiring her curves.