First Time

First Time Flashback 

His head jerked up. “You’re a virgin?”

Her eyes were closed, and she couldn’t stop the tear that slid out of the corner of her eye. 

He groaned and started to rise, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him, terrified he was going to leave her. Her vagina felt as if it had been ripped. She hoped the romance novels weren’t lying when they said the pain would fade within a few minutes. 

“I can’t lie on top of you. I’m too heavy,” he said quietly. 

She thought for a second before she planted her foot on the mattress and pushed. He obeyed her direction and flipped onto his back so she was sprawled on top of him. She hissed as the new position created more pressure. She crawled up his chest so he wasn’t in to the hilt, and then took a deep breath.

He had his arm tossed over his eyes. He was panting, his skin dotted with sweat. 

“Knew I was going to fuck it up,” he said through his teeth. 

She brushed his arm aside and clasped his face as he had with hers and kissed him. “You didn’t fuck up anything. We’re just having a little hiccup.”

He searched her face. “How bad is it?”

She wriggled on him, but stopped almost instantly when she felt a sharp pain, and he clamped his hands on her waist. 

“Don’t move. I’m gonna…” He sounded like he was dying.

“Sorry,” she said in a small voice and hesitated before she stroked his hair and felt her heart swell as his tension eased. 

“The way you kissed and touched me…” He opened one eye and gave her a quizzical look that made her blush. 

“Romance novels.”

He shook his head. “Should have known. You were too tight, but I…” He grimaced. “Fuck.”

She beamed and braced her hands on his chest as she levered herself up, which got his immediate and rapt attention. “You want me?”

His eyes moved over her, hands sliding over her sides. “You have doubts?”

“You hid it well,” she said, heart skipping as he undid the tiny buttons of her blouse. How could she be embarrassed about him seeing her boobs when he was inside of her?

“Didn’t want to scare you off.” He spread her blouse wide and stared at her lacy bra. “It’s red.”

“Red doesn’t show thorough white material.”

“I’ll remember that in the future,” he said thickly as he undid the clasp between her boobs. 

As he stared at her breasts, she did a full-body flush. If she wasn’t impaled, she would have rolled away and covered herself. Instead, she sank her fingernails into his skin before she realized what she was doing and flattened her hands. 

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he said as he cupped her breast. “Because I’m going to do what I want with you.”

**This is a raw draft of Bitter Sins. Please do not share or distribute.

Just a heads up that this may differ greatly from the final! There's a lot of things I haven't made up my mind about, especially in this scene of their first time.