June First

by Jennifer Hartmann

She squirms beneath me, panting, her mewls vibrating in my ears. Holy shit—she’s tight. So fucking tight. Fisting her hair and dragging my tongue up her collarbone to the sweet curve of her neck, I shove all the way inside with a satisfied moan. Then I freeze with stunned shock. A strangled gasp escapes her, and she bites down on my shoulder to stifle the pain. No way. I lift up as her head falls back. Our eyes lock. No fucking way. I felt that. I. Felt. That. Like I just tore through a precious barrier that I had no right to breach. An avalanche of conflicting emotions chokes me— Horror. Confusion. Relief. A sickening, animalistic rush that has my blood pumping hot and my hips starting to move as if of their own volition, despite the knowledge that I just stole June’s virginity. June was a virgin. Our eyes are still holding tight as I rasp, “How…” She shakes her head a little, like she doesn’t want to address it. She doesn’t want to talk. She doesn’t want to stop. My forehead drops to hers again as my teeth clench. “I’ll go slow.”