Only His (First Loves Duet Book 1)

by Mia Madison

  He shifted up until one knee was directly between my spread legs. His free hand gripped my thigh to bring it up to meet his and I instinctively understood what he was trying to do. He continued to kiss, lick, and suck at every part of my upper body while I ground myself wantonly against the hard muscle of his thigh. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but the friction was delicious nonetheless.

  Eventually, his own needs started to wear at him. He adjusted our position until his hard length was pressed just beside where my panties sat. He rocked against me, letting out soft grunts that made me melt. I gasped when he slipped a little and started rutting himself right over my covered sex.

  “I want you so fucking badly, Emily.”

  “Then take me!”

  “Are you ready?” I nodded, but David wasn’t looking at my face. Instead, he pulled back enough to slip a hand into my panties and ran his fingers through my wetness with a hiss. “You’re soaked for me. Yeah, you’re ready.”

  Sitting between my knees, he tugged my underwear down my hips and lifted my legs in the air, pulling them off and throwing them to the side. He hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the bulge in his jeans before looking back up at me.

  “Listen, I usually have a lot of confidence in my staying power, but I want to make absolutely sure that I get you first this time. That okay?”

  I wasn’t really following his meaning, but I still found myself nodding as I said, “Yes. I’ll do anything you want.”

  “Don’t tempt me like that,” he said with a teasing wink and a grin while he slunk backward on the bed and started to lay on his stomach. “Or I might just take you up on it.”

  “I mean it, you can—oh, fuck!”

  The meaning of his words hit me with startling clarity the instant his tongue met my folds. Without thinking, I gripped his hair, tugging him closer even though he clearly had no intention of going anywhere. He settled himself down, occasionally grinding against the bed while I tried to press myself closer to his talented mouth. It was incredible. I had no words, which was fine because I couldn’t get anything out of my mouth that wasn’t an embarrassingly loud moan or a choked-off gasp.

  I couldn’t even guess how much time passed with his face buried between my legs. Everything bled together in a haze of pleasure until the dam finally broke and I cried out his name. My body continued to tremble even after my orgasm ended, not stopping until David had positioned himself above me and brushed back my hair.

  “You still with me?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, leaning up to kiss him. The taste of myself on his lips made me blush. I pulled away to look him in the eye as I said, “I love you.”

  “I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he said with a low, rumbling chuckle. “I love you, too, baby.”

  The insistent press of his length against my core reminded me that we weren’t finished yet, so I opened my legs further to better accommodate him. He reached between us, taking hold of himself and pressing the head right to my entrance before looking up once more for confirmation. I nodded, watching his facial expressions intently while he looked down and slowly began to push.

  Thankfully, there was no pain. There was some discomfort, yes, but the overwhelming agony that was whispered about in the girls’ locker room didn’t seem to apply to me. Maybe David prepared me better than the other girls’ partners had, or maybe I just loved him so much that I was able to overlook it. Either way, I was grateful that I was able to keep my eyes open to watch his expression change to one of ecstasy as he worked his way into me.

  We were both breathing heavily by the time he made it all the way in and stilled. He reached between our bodies, gently caressing my clit and making me moan while he leaned his forehead against mine and took in several shaky breaths.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he panted. “Are you okay?”

  “Y-yeah, I-I’m good. I’m so good,” I moaned when he increased the pressure and sped up. “Ohh, that’s—that’s perfect.”

  Or at least I thought it was perfect—until he started to move with slow, deep thrusts that let me feel every inch of him as he dragged himself out and pushed back in. Now that was perfect.

  He made love to me like that for what felt like hours. It took a bit for me to find a rhythm, but I eventually started raising my hips to meet him, our bodies moving together like a well-oiled machine. That was when he started to pant in earnest—burying his face in the crook of my neck while his thrusts sped up, becoming choppy and erratic.

  “Emily, Emily, Emily,” he chanted in my ear, groaning when I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed. “Ah, fuck, I love you. You’re mine.”

  “I’m close,” I gasped. “Please! I-I need—”

  He pulled up enough to put a slight space between us. Without waiting for him to make a move, I snuck a hand down and made quick circles on my clitoris just as he had done. It only took me a few seconds to finish myself off. I writhed beneath him, reveling in the sound of his pleasured groans as he slowly fucked me through my second orgasm.

  Only after I came down from my high did he speed up his pace again. After a few quick, hard thrusts, he came to a grinding halt and groaned deep in his chest as a new warmth started spreading through my core. That feeling alone felt almost as good as the sex had. Almost.

  I held him in place with my legs, sighing when he wrapped his arms around my back and stayed there, though I could tell he was carefully trying to keep his weight off of me.

  “I feel different,” I whispered into the silence of the afterglow. “Everything feels different.”

  “Everything is different,” David whispered back. He brushed his lips against my cheek with a satisfied hum. “You’re mine now, and I’m yours.”

  A dreamy sigh escaped my lips as I let my lids close.

  “I need to remember to thank James.” I felt David bristle and I smiled to myself. “By the way—he told me to tell you to go fuck yourself.”

  After a split second of tense silence, David laughed. He rolled onto his back and dragged me with him, burying his face in my hair as he said, “Joke’s on him. You fucked me instead.”

  “Things might get bad, you know. With my dad.”

  “I know. We’ll deal with it—together.”

  The forever went unsaid, but I felt it deep in my bones.

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue, Part 1

  6 months later…

  David’s heavy footsteps echoed loudly through the house as he searched for me. I lingered in the bathroom, trying to control my emotions as he got closer and closer. The door was wide open, so he spotted me as soon as he came into the bedroom.

  “There you are. Was that the last of it?”

  “Yep. The house is officially empty.”

  “Hallelujah,” he said with a grin. “What time is the owner supposed to be here?”

  “Three.” He moved as if he were going to check his phone, but I shook my head to stop him. “We still have half an hour.”

  David’s head tilted to the side and his grin turned positively devilish. Even after six months of dating, the looks he gave me when he wanted me still took my breath away. I was pretty certain they always would.

  “Is that right?” he asked as he strolled toward me, licking his lips when he looked down at my skirt. “Got any ideas for how to pass the time?”

  “A few,” I said vaguely. When he got close, I pivoted away from the sink counter, avoiding his touch entirely and ignoring the pout he shot me in the mirror. My heart started to race and my stomach twisted into knots as I glanced down at the not-quite-empty drawer I had blocked with my body. “It’s kind of a thing to give someone a moving gift, right?”

  “Oh, I’ve got a gift for you, baby. Hike up that skirt and I’ll give it to you.”

  I rolled my eyes, unable to stop a laugh from bubbling up past my lips.

  “Not what I meant. I actually have a gift for you.”

  “You realize I’m not the one moving, right? You’re mov
ing in with me.”

  “Really? I had no idea,” I snarked back with a grin. Joking around helped ease my nerves a tad, so I forced myself to open the drawer and pull out the small box. I cradled it in my hands for a moment, hesitant to hand it over. “I… This is for you.”

  David took the box with a confused smile, testing the weight of it in his hand while he searched my face with his eyes. I knew he could tell that something was going on with me. He’d made an off-handed comment that I’d been acting strange since we started the process of moving my stuff into his house a few weeks prior—and he wasn’t wrong. He’d been paying closer attention lately, and I knew he thought that my newfound behavior had something to do with us moving in together.

  If he’d just look away from my face and open the damn box, he’d finally understand why.

  As if he read my mind, he lifted the lid and looked down at the alleged gift. I held my breath for what felt like an eternity, watching the emotions—confusion, disbelief, excitement—as they played out one by one on his face. His reaction made the crushing weight lift from my shoulders and I could feel myself tearing up from the sheer relief of it.

  “You’re… This is real?” he asked, holding up the stick with a huge smile. “You’re pregnant?”

  When I nodded in response, he threw his arms around me and lifted me into the air, spinning me around in circles like a cheesy movie as we both laughed. I rested my cheek on his shoulder and hugged him tightly.

  “This is why you’ve been acting weird?” he whispered after he stopped spinning us. I nodded again and he sighed with relief of his own. “Thank fuck. I was worried you’d gotten sick of me.”

  “Never,” I mumbled against his neck. “It’s just…. We haven’t really had a full conversation about having kids yet, so I was worried about how you’d react.”

  “I know how much you want kids, baby,” David said as he pulled away to look into my eyes. “And surely you’ve noticed that I’ve literally never used a condom with you.”

  “Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you want kids.”

  “I was on the fence for a long time., but the thought of you carrying my babies? Turns out that it’s a huge fucking turn-on.”

  To illustrate his point, he lowered me just enough to feel the half-hard length of his cock, waggling his eyebrows as he rubbed me against himself. I laughed hard before gripping his face and pulling him in for a short kiss that swiftly became a hot, desperate mess. When I started to wiggle in his arms, David sat me on the edge of the sink and started running his hands all over my body.

  “You need this?” he whispered against the shell of my ear as he dragged my skirt up. “Tell me.”

  “I need you. Fuck me.”

  He hiked my skirt around my hips and slid off my panties while I worked on unzipping his jeans. We didn’t have a ton of time, so I pushed him back and dropped to my knees, wrapping my mouth around his cock to get it slick. He let out a surprised huff of breath before digging his fingers into my hair and gently thrusting. It didn’t take long before he started moaning, and the sounds he made alone were more than enough to make me wet.

  I popped off and stood, allowing him to lift me back onto the sink. He was on me quicker than I could blink—bringing his cock to my entrance and slamming in with a growl. He set a hard, fast pace, pumping into me fiercely—possessively—while I clung to his shoulders and tossed my head back, moaning at the ceiling.

  The sounds of our flesh slapping together in the otherwise empty house were obscene. It was mostly drowned out with our heavy breathing and my moaning, but that came to an abrupt end when he pulled out and took a step back.

  “Turn around and brace yourself.”

  I slipped off the counter and bent over, pulling my skirt up to give him access before bracing myself on the sink. He wasted no time in sinking back into me with a groan, gripping my hip with one hand and wrapping my hair up with the other. He drove into me with a brutal pace that made my knees shake and threaten to give out.

  It was clear that he was aware of how little time we had. He tugged my hair back and leaned in for a short, sloppy kiss before letting go and maneuvering that hand to work on my clit while he continued the punishing pace. I was already close—the position stimulating my g-spot perfectly—so when he roughly told me to come while his fingers and cock worked me expertly, it took zero effort to follow his command. The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train, but there was one thing missing.

  “Come inside me,” I begged as my body started shaking uncontrollably. “Please, please, please!”

  David practically roared as he came. He stilled as he started to fill me, then moved again with a few final, jerky thrusts like he wanted to give me every drop he possibly could. He doubled over and I could feel his chest heaving against my back as he struggled to catch his breath.

  “Fucking hell, that was… Did I hurt you?”

  “I’m great,” I replied with an almost delirious laugh that made him chuckle. “Never better.”

  “We should get cleaned up. The owner will be here soon.”

  Even after he said the words, he made no move to pull out. Instead, his arms wrapped around my waist and his palms splayed out over my navel protectively. I looked up in the mirror, my heart melting at the serene expression on his face. A part of me still couldn’t believe that we were really together.

  After a few minutes of quiet basking, he let me up and pulled out with a hiss. I immediately clamped my legs closed, grateful that I hadn’t taken the toilet paper off the roll yet. David moved quickly to clean us both up as best as he could with our limited supplies, then crouched to hold my underwear up for me to step into. I slipped both feet into the openings, allowing him to slide them up to my hips before I spun around and attempted to smooth out my messy hair.

  I knew it was a lost cause as I stared into the mirror, but I did the best I could with only water and my fingers. When I realized he still hadn’t stood up behind me, I turned around to face him. He was crouched on one knee, gazing up at me with adoration.

  “Your turn for a moving present.”

  Ever so slowly, he reached a hand back and into his pocket, returning in front of him a moment later with a small, unmistakable jewelry box. My heartbeat skyrocketed and I froze like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment, I wondered if I had passed out at some point during the incredible sex.

  Then he spoke and I knew it was real.

  “I didn’t know it was possible to love someone as much as I love you, Emily. I fall a little deeper every day that we’re together and I want you to be mine forever.”

  He paused to open the box, revealing the most gorgeous diamond ring I’d ever seen. It was like he’d seen my dream ring in my mind and somehow found something better. It was perfect.

  “Will you marry me?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, unable to stop the tears from streaming down my face. “Yes!”

  He slid the ring onto my finger—a perfect fit—and rose to his feet to pull me into a tight embrace. He rubbed my back soothingly as I cried from the sheer happiness I felt. Everything was finally coming together the way I always imagined.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  “I love you, too. So damn much.”

  I pulled away enough to look up at him and wiped at my tears as I chuckled. “Well, if you think you love me, just wait until this baby gets here. You’ll love him or her even more.”

  David considered it for a moment before shaking his head.

  “Impossible.”

  “We’ll see.”

  A crooked smile appeared, making me swoon as he promised, “I guess we will.”

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue, Part 2 ~ David

  1 year later…

  Emily had been partially right.

  I held our baby girl in my arms, rocking her gently as I tried to hum some song I overheard Emily singing to her earlier in the day. It was a poor rendition for sure, but it seemed to calm Marissa down.
Her cries stopped and her eyes closed as she started drifting off to sleep.

  I loved my daughter more than life itself—but I loved my wife just as much. That was the only thing Emily had gotten wrong. They were different types of love, yeah, but neither one was greater than the other.

  Careful not to wake her, I placed Marissa in the crib and took a minute to stare down at her. She was a few months old already, but I was still in awe of her. Of the life we created together. Every night, I found myself hovering around her crib for a few extra minutes, smiling like a goof even though I knew she couldn’t see me.

  Life was good. Better than I ever expected it to be.

  There were definitely some shitty parts along the way though.

  When push came to shove, I knew I couldn’t have both Emily and my friendship with her father. Hell, I knew that when I moved away. Nothing could happen between us without there being some kind of fallout.

  It didn’t go quite as bad as I expected. Her mother had taken it better than her father, who rightfully felt betrayed. We never came to blows, but we did end up having an all-out blow up where things were said that could never be taken back. He cooled down a little when he realized nothing had happened between us before I moved. I wasn’t that guy.

  Even so, our friendship couldn’t survive. He couldn’t bring himself to think of me as both his old friend and his future son-in-law. They were two separate identities that just didn’t mesh. Since there was no doubt in my mind that Emily was my forever, I accepted the loss. He slightly warmed up to the thought of me being with his daughter when he realized how serious I was about her, but things would never be the same between us.

  It worth it. Emily and Marissa were everything to me. I’d give up anything and everything for my girls.

  I double-checked that the baby monitor was working before switching off the lamp and ducking out of Marissa’s room. Making the way down the hall, I smiled when I heard Emily’s soft laugh coming through the door of our bedroom.