Page 52 of The Love We Make

His tenderness.

I may not have needed it when his mouth was on me, but I needed it now.

Slowly, he started breaching my entrance. He pushed and nudged gently until just the tip of him was inside me.

I wanted to come again, on the spot. A wave of wetness flooded me again, preparing my body to take more of him.

“Maddy?” Ethan asked quietly.

This was my first time, so I didn’t know proper “talking etiquette” in bed. It seemed out of place, though. So I worried.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my eyes bouncing between his.

He laughed a little and it caused him to move a little further in me. “Nothing is wrong, but I need to tell you something first. I need you to know something. I need to tell you something.”

Despite his words that nothing was wrong, he rambled and sounded unsure. I didn’t ask him what, I just waited patiently for him to continue.

“Before I do this, I need you to know I love you. I know I say it all the time but I need you to know that no one will ever love you as much as I do. You hear me?”

I nodded. I knew that already. I knew he loved me. It wasn’t the “right” kinda love, but I knew how he felt. I felt the same way. We always said we loved one another.

I stayed quiet, breathing him in, waiting for him, and anything else he needed to say or do. But after a few more breaths, he repeated one more time, “I love you,” before thrusting his hips forward.

I screamed as he went slow but deep, the evidence of my virginity shining through the pain. He started kissing me gently as he moved back and forth slowly.

Now I understood why he told me that he loved me. Because I was going to need a reminder when he struck me with the intense pain.

Thankfully, it was only a few minutes before the pain was replaced with pleasure. As he continued to move, his big hands found my hair and pulled just slightly on each side, grounding himself. He then braced each side of my head and continued to kiss me everywhere except my lips.

My nose, my cheeks, my eyes, my neck, my fresh tears.

Everything a peck, everything with meaning.

Once he finally found my lips again, we both groaned in pleasure. His movements got quicker as he felt me yielding. He grabbed one of my legs under the knee to bring it up slightly, allowing himself to get deeper than before.

I could feel myself squeezing him and for just a minute, he faltered as he recomposed himself. “Fuck you’re so tight. Fuck you feel amazing. I have never done this without a condom and I don’t know how long I can last.”

I had already come earlier when his mouth was on me, so I had no expectations of coming again. I had no idea it would even be possible. I didn’t even see it coming.

But it did.

The second Ethan bit my bottom lip and ground into me, moaning and shaking with his own need to come, I exploded.

“Oh, God…. I’m….”

“I love you, Maddy. So-fucking-much,” he interrupted me to say before he followed me over the edge. I was still coming down from my own high and could feel him pulsing inside of me.

When he finally slowed down and looked at me, I was enthralled by the look I saw on his face. A mix of confusion and admiration.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

Instead of answering, a fresh wave of tears came from my eyes and I nodded. I was ok. But I was emotional, high, andthankful.

Would the tears ever stop?

Ethan kissed my nose as he started to withdraw himself from me. And once he was out, I felt empty and lonely, even though he was still laying on top of me.

I was also sore and winced a little causing Ethan to snicker. “I got you, I promise. Stay right here, I will be right back.”