Bringing down her one hand slowly, she traced her fingers over his big arms then moved them down to his chest and incredible abs. She mentally reminded herself she needed to do more crunches. Her own abs, compared to his, were an abomination. Her belly was flat enough, but it’d never be near this hard. She could at least try firming it up a bit.

Then her hand slipped lower, touching the waistband of his suddenly tighter boxer briefs. Slipping her hand lower, she pulled away a little to give herself room. Felix’s head fell back as her more-than-weeklong fantasy came to life. She wrapped her hand around him to find that Carmen’s accounts of what she’d read weren’t far off. Ella gulped as he groaned, and then she pulled him out, trying not to freeze when she got her first look at it in all its glory.

“You sure you wanna be on top the first time?” he asked.

Her head jerked up, searching his eyes and wondering why he’d ask. She’d only ever been on top once with Grayson, and she did remember there was a difference, but that was because it’d been the only time she’d come during the act, without the help of his fingers.

She nodded, the anticipation of it already building. Within seconds, he’d slipped on the condom. Lifting her hips, she stared into his eyes as she lowered onto him. She felt him there a lot sooner than she’d expected, and she still had a ways to go before she’d be completely on him.

A gasp escaped her as he slid in deeper, and she experienced fullness like she’d never felt before. “You okay?” he asked, staring at her a bit concerned.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she nodded, biting down on her lower lip as she slid down, slowly feeling the burn until he was all the way in. She’d gotten past the discomfort of it and was now at a whole new level of pleasure. Just sitting there without moving, having him so deep inside her, made her eyes water and her fluttering lashes tremble.

His hands nudged her hips gently, and she began sliding up and down slowly. The panting and moaning were immediate as she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the sensation of the fullness. It was incredible and she couldn’t get enough. She spread her legs wider, wanting him even deeper as she squirmed every time she went all the way down. Felix groaned with her now too.

“You’re so damn tight.” He grunted.

She’d never tell him, but that was likely because he was so damn big in comparison to the only other guy she’d ever been with. Deep inside, he’d probably appreciate knowing that, but it seemed so unladylike to say it.

The thought almost made her laugh. She was concerned about not being ladylike at a moment like this when she was riding her boyfriend like a pro, her body shamelessly aching for him as deep as possible.

The incredible sensation against the very spot where she needed it most was so much more intense this way. The buildup was massive and fast. It was already happening again, and she began crying out panting loudly. Felix grunted with her, slapping her down onto him harder and harder each time until he brought her down one last time and buried himself deep inside her. The intensity of her climax was unbelievable, and she swayed against him, wanting it to last forever.

After a few minutes of enjoying the afterglow, Felix lay back onto the chaise, looking as spent as she felt. She laid her face against his hard chest, feeling the pounding of his heart. It made her smile. Her own heart was still racing and then she waited.

She remembered how after she’d slept with Grayson the first time she was consumed with a strange regret. It was almost as if her heart knew things were going to change; she just never realized how drastically. Of course, she’d never tell Felix about that and especially not that she’d wondered if she’d feel the same thing after sleeping with him. She hadn’t slept with Grayson too many times because the change in him came so quickly after the first time that she’d begun avoiding sleeping with him soon after. It was easy. He couldn’t possibly expect sex from her when she was pissed at him. And after she’d slept with him, his entire demeanor had changed so much she’d been pissed at him often.

“You tired?” Felix asked, kissing the top of her head.

She nodded but didn’t say anything. She was still waiting.

“We can go lie in my bed if you wanna take a nap.”

“No, I’m good here.” She smiled, looking up at him. “I like it in here.”

He smoothed her hair, smiling back at her. “Whatever you want.”

She took a few deep breaths, still waiting for the feelings of regret. They never came. What did come was exhaustion. Before she knew it, she was out right there in his arms, her naked breasts pressed up against his hard chest, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm.

~~~

The glorious feeling of waking in Felix’s arms with zero regrets was an enormous relief. Well, maybe zero was a bit of an exaggeration. Ella couldn’t, without being completely honest, say she didn’t regret a part of it. There was something she regretted a little. How eager and unabashed she’d been. Gazing at him as he slept soundly, she could see regretting her eagerness would be pointless. Already she could tell she’d be just as eager if he woke and initiated another round. Her eyes roamed over him again slowly from top to bottom as he slept. His arms and shoulders were big and hard. The curves of his muscles were so pronounced. He was perfection. It surprised her that in her haste and the heat of passion she hadn’t noticed the tattoo. But then she’d been sitting in front of him in the beginning then collapsed and slept on his chest the rest of the time. Now that she’d slipped out from under his arm, she could see the tattoo on the back of his upper shoulder.