15

Phoebe

“Wow.” I rolled off him and laid on my back. We’d just gone for round three, counting the car, and I was sore. He’d been rough and demanding the first time, and then he’d been gentle, as though making amends. The last time, he’d been thorough, leaving me exhausted, aching between my thighs, and already thinking about when we could do it again.

He rolled onto his side and pulled me against him. “Wow?”

“I had no idea it could be like that, over and over.” I buried my face against his chest, a little embarrassed by the admission and the topic. “If I had, maybe I’d have listened to Mandy and made more of an effort to start sooner.”

He let out a little growl, turning over so I was pinned under him. “I’m glad you waited.”

I looked up at him, feeling some annoyance at the possessiveness in his tone. “Why? You didn’t.”

“True. It makes no sense, but there’s something hot about being your first. It makes me want to teach you all kinds of things.” As he said that, he traced the shape of m