Chapter 20

Casey broke our kiss, and moved back a little, enough to tear open the condom and roll it on his erection. I reached for him, bringing his lips back to mine, our limbs tangling together, our bodies rubbing against each other.

Hovering above me, Casey parted my legs with a knee and hoisted one leg up over his hipbone. “Touch yourself,” he urged and I moved my hand down to grasp my dick, grazing the tip with my thumb.

I forced the nervousness away when he moved to press the tip of his cock inside me. It would be okay, I reminded myself. Casey wouldn’t hurt me and this was what I wanted. And then he pushed inside me, the ring of muscle resisted, then opened, and he pushed in farther. I held my breath, waiting for…excruciating pain or something. I don’t know. But it didn’t come. I just felt full. Full of Casey and it was surprisingly not painful. Just a little awkward, maybe. He shifted, slipped in deeper and I exhaled, my muscles relaxing and letting him in.