Foes & Cons by Carrie Aarons (i am malala young readers edition .txt) 📗

happen. Laid out on the bed, with nothing between us and only darkness around us, that’s how I want to be with Blair this first time.

As we walk up the stairs hand in hand, my heart pounds inside my chest. My fingers skim the beat of her pulse at her wrist, and it seems hers is doing the same thing. We don’t talk, but our nerves are palpable. This is a moment I’ve been thinking about for years, and it’s finally happening. I just want her to love it. I want to show her how much I love her.

My bedroom door creaks as I push it open slowly, and then we’re both inside, standing at the foot of my queen bed.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been with anyone.” She won’t look at me.

I put two fingers under her chin and make her look at me. “Stop it. I’m honored you trust me with this. Hell, I’d be raging with jealousy if any guy had gotten to do this with you first. And for me? That was just sex. This is making love.”

It may sound corny, but that’s what we’re about to do together. Sex for a teenage boy is obviously at the top of the pyramid of things we want to do, but the emotions and feelings involved when it comes to Blair … it magnifies this tenfold.

“Sawyer.” She breathes my name, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

The two of us come together, shedding clothing and laying lips on skin. I’m down to my boxers in what feels like seconds, and then Blair is naked beneath me. I have to concentrate so hard on anything other than the throbbing erection between my legs. Every time I look at her, at the curve of her breasts or the smooth skin and glistening lips between her legs, I nearly come.

I begin to touch her, worship her. My fingers over her skin, my lips down her shoulder and onto her nipples, my teeth gently plucking at them. My hands mold over her hips, smooth up her thighs, and one finger dips inside her. She moans, writhing on the bed as I travel down her. My tongue meets her core, the taste of her giving me a head rush. I’m dizzy as I feast on her, as those small fingers wind around the strands of my hair and unashamedly pull me closer as I lap at her.

“Please …” Blair barely knows what she’s asking for, but I want her to come before I’m inside her.

I’ve been a virgin, one who has taken someone else’s virginity. It’s not going to be pleasant for her, it may hurt the entire time. I want her to feel incredible for a few moments before the pain replaces it. The pace of my tongue grows faster, and when I push two fingers inside her at the same time, I hear her guttural cry from above.

Her thighs vibrate, pushing the orgasm through her as her back arches with the pleasure. The noises Blair is making, the way her hands fist in the sheets, I swear to God I’m leaking precum wildly just watching her.

Big brown eyes hold me, silently giving me the go-ahead. Moving up and over her, I reach for my nightstand to grab a condom. As I push up to my knees and discard my boxers, I feel her hot gaze stroking over my entire body. Taking my cock in my fist, I pull once, all the way from root to tip. Blair’s nostrils flare, and the temperature in the room seems to go from warm to blistering. It’s agony rolling the condom on, just that slight pressure makes me have to squeeze my ass cheeks together to keep from exploding.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” I hover over her, touching her temples, her cheeks, smoothing her hair back.

She nods, blinking those long lashes. “I love you.”

That’s all the confirmation I need. Slowly, so slow that it feels like my cock might just kill me with how patient it’s being, I move my hips forward. My head meets her entrance, the intense warmth of her wetness seeping right through the condom.

“Christ,” I choke out, dropping my forehead to hers.

I watch Blair the entire time I push into her, hoping to God I’m not hurting her too much.

“Ahh …” The sound teeters on pain.

“Do you want me to stop? What can I do?” My head is a dizzying mixture of blind lust and anxious concern.

“Keep going.” She gulps.

My dick slides in farther, the grip of her pussy taking the air out of my lungs. Even though Blair seems to be tensing up, I don’t stop. She would tell me if it was too much, and I want to fast forward to the part where this feels amazing for both of us.

I’m all but fully seated when she yelps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Are you okay?” My eyes race over her face, trying to detect any trace of harm.

Her eyes are scrunched shut, and she seems to be taking measured breaths. After a few seconds, they flutter open, and I feel Blair shift her hips.

“I think so.” The words are uncertain, but come easy. “Can you … can you make love to me?”

Emotion strikes like an arrow through my heart. I’ve never felt this, lust and love all rolled into one combo. I get it now, why sex matters so much more with your person.

Gently, I start to pump in and out. I watch Blair’s every facial expression as it transforms from discomfort to questioning to, finally, hunger. The moment her pupils dilate, I see it. Her legs wrap around my waist tighter, she begins to meet my thrusts from below. Her hands pull at my hips, and I move faster.

As soon as I can tell I’m no longer hurting her but that her desire is as great as mine, I let up on the leash of control I’ve been strangling myself with. I drive into Blair,