For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love by Alessandra Torre, Al. Read Free Book Online Page A

tasted, like salt and something delicious. When I found the pulse in his neck, I lightly sucked it between my teeth.
    In a wild rush, James ripped my panties away.
    Moments later the heel of his palm pressed flat to my sex, causing my lips to part in a gasp, and this time I didn’t have to try to contain it. “James.”
    “I like the way you say my name,” he murmured. His fingers teasing me, stroking me, sending all kinds of amazing sensations rippling through me body. “Say it again.”
    “James,” I breathed.
    I heard the smile in his voice. “Again,” he demanded as he plunged one, and then another finger deep inside me.
    “James!” I almost screamed it as I found the most unexpected release.
    The look on his face as he watched me come apart ignited something wild inside me. Still seeing stars, I reached for his boxers and pulled them down just enough so he could kick them off. I let my gaze wander to admire him, my hands following. My heart skipped a little when my fingertips traced down his erection and back up. His skin was so smooth, his cock so perfect. He groaned in such a way that I knew it was because of my touch, not just anyone’s touch.
    After that, I let my hands move without thought, stroking up and back down. He was hard and hot, and my hands moved to the rhythm we seemed to have established as our own—not too fast, but not too slow. When my fingers closed around him, loosely at first, then more tightly, he made that sound again that set my blood on fire. I watched his eyes close and noticed his breath quicken. That’s when words flew from my mouth unlike anything I had ever said to a man. “You’re so beautiful.”
    His eyes flew open and for a moment I wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but then he laughed from deep in his throat. “That’s my line,” he breathed and rolled us over.
    “But you are—it’s in your eyes, the way you look at me like I’m the only one that exists in your world.”
    He just kept gazing down at me with those eyes.
    I writhed under him, impatient, wanting so much to feel him inside me. I’d craved human contact before, but never had I felt a primal need for a man to fuck me like I did now.
    Hovering over me, he said, “Lindsay, I don’t know if you’re an angel or a devil, but I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
    My nails scraped down his back.
    “Fuck,” he hissed.
    With a grin, I said, “I’m neither, I’m just someone who really wants you too.”
    In a flash, he reached for his wallet, retrieved a condom, tore it open, and rolled it on.
    Just watching him had me biting down on my bottom lip so hard I almost drew blood.
    Moments later, one palm landed on the mattress near my shoulder while he took his cock in the other hand to guide himself inside me. I closed my eyes as he eased in. The gasp that left me echoed throughout the room. As I stretched to accommodate him he teased me, pulling back out and reentering.
    “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned.
    Each time he entered me caused me to gasp in pleasure. As he pushed farther into me, I inhaled a breath as more pangs of pleasure rippled through my body.
    He filled me completely with his next movement. Overwhelmed with sensation after sensation, I let myself go and just allowed my body the indulgence of feeling whatever this was between us.
    His mouth found mine and as he pushed into me over and over, I pushed my hips upward. His cock throbbed and my clit pulsed—again it was that same rhythm we seemed to create together. His movements became faster and my desire amped up. A euphoric feeling of pure sensation had my body shaking.
    “Fuck, I’m going to come. You just feel too good. I can’t control myself,” he growled around our kiss.
    Our lips crashed together at the same pace as our fucking—hard and fast. He grabbed my waist with one hand and my ass with the other and just like that, he was so deep inside me that pings of pleasure engulfed me and I screamed out