For Your Eyes Only

by Tia Louise

When I hesitate, he frowns, seeming angry. “What?” “We should get a towel—” “You think I give a shit about the sheets? They’ll wash.” “It’s not that, I…” My stomach pinches, and I don’t want to stop this. I want all of him, rough and angry and possessive. He grips my arm, turning me to face him. “What is it?” Inhaling slowly, I don’t know why it’s so difficult to say. “I’m afraid there might be blood. You see, i–it’s my first time.” Silence fills the air between us. His eyes narrow, and I pull my lip between my teeth. I know his trust is shaken, but I want to be completely honest with everything going forward. “You’re lying.” His tone is flinty, but he releases my arm. “You’re trying to run away again.” He takes a step as if he’ll leave, as if he’ll take that massive cock to the shower and deal with it alone, without me. “I’m not. I don’t want to run. I want this to be with you. I only…” I gesture to his pristine king-sized bed. “I don’t want to ruin your sheets.” Closing the space between us, he catches my upper arms in his angry hands. “Fuck the sheets. You honestly expect me to believe you’ve never slept with a man with the way you dance?” Our faces are close, and I’m breathing fast, my breasts rising and falling against his skin, the fine hairs on his chest tickling my nipples. A heartbeat throbs in my pussy, and I want his dick to soothe that ache. “Every time I danced, I thought of you. I imagined what it would be like to have your body next to mine, inside me.” My v...