Iris

Standing beneath the hot shower spray, I turned my hands over, searching for any visible changes. Then I ran them over my curves, cupping my breasts and lingering between my legs. Besides some sensitive spots, it was all precisely as it was before.

But I was irrevocably changed.

Until now, losing my virginity was something to check off my to do list. Honestly, I thought the entire concept of virginity was outdated and only served to put people—especially women—in boxes. Pure, Prude, or Promiscuous.

It was supposed to be awkward and maybe a bit of a letdown. Hell, I was a romance author. My paycheck depended on creating a fantasy where every sexual encounter ended with simultaneous climaxes, followed by promises of forever and a large diamond ring.

Leading up to this moment, I had worried about disappointing Garrett with my inexperience, but it wasn't until we were riding the elevator to our room, the inevitable looming ahead, that I really considered my own expectations. I was terrified it was going to miss the mark.

Instead, it proved to me that no matter how impressive I thought my imagination was; it paled in comparison with reality. However, the part that scared and drove me to sneak out of the bed tonight was the fact that it wasn't having sex that changed me or amazed me. It was giving myself to a man like Garret who gave back in equal measure. If I'd chosen another partner, this night would have gone very differently.

Steam filled the shower stall and fogged the glass, blocking my view of the bathroom door. On the other side of the door, Garrett slept soundly. Before I slipped out of the bed, I covered him with the comforter that had somehow ended up in the hallway, pausing briefly to commit his sleeping features to memory.

How could someone that looked that sweet while sleeping say and do such dirty things while awake? I poured shampoo into my hands and lathered it in my hair, wincing slightly as I worked my way around the nape of my neck. The scalp there was tender from my hair being pulled multiple times throughout the night.

I smiled and nibbled on my bottom lip. When he flipped me on my stomach our first go around, my first instinct had been to feel disappointment. Somehow I imagined a more intimate moment—him staring into my eyes while entered me—but since I'd led him to believe I was an experienced woman who liked it rough, I shouldn't have been surprised.

It ended up working out in my favor. Though he eased his way into me before picking up the pace, the sensation had been overwhelming, and I could bury my face into the mattress to cover up my gasped shocks. Even with nothing to compare him to, I knew he was big. Big enough to almost elicit the line, 'That's not going to fit.'

Thank god, it hadn't taken long for the discomfort to melt away, and before it long it wasn't enough. I needed him deeper, faster, harder, and it was like he could hear my thoughts. I absolutely loved how he responded, his thrusts becoming more punishing. Every bit of the polished businessman was gone, and in his place was a feral beast. A beast of my creation.

"Ivy?"

The bathroom door eased open, and Garrett stuck his head inside. I resisted the urge to cover myself as he let himself into the shower, the sleep evaporating from his expression as his eyes roved over my body. He backed me against the wall and kissed me. I opened to his kiss, putting my hands on his ass and drawing his hips against mine.

"Now, now," he said, rubbing his thumb along my throat, "I was planning on stopping at a kiss and asking if you needed help washing your back."

"Oh. In that case—" I attempted to escape his hold and he rocked his hips forward, pinning me in place.

"That was my plan, but you changed it the moment you put your hands on my ass."

"So it's—" My breath caught as he reached between us and rubbed my clit in teasing circles. "It's my fault, then?"

"Absolutely." He stopped circling and gripped his cock, lining it up and slamming into me so hard I went up on tiptoe. Garrett waited as I adjusted, then raised one leg to settle around his hip. "I can't seem to be a gentleman around you."

Amazed by the new spots he hit, I struggled to form a sentence. Every stroke drove me up the slick tile until I had to grab onto his shoulders. I fluttered my lashes, trying to clear the water from my eyes as I watched his face. Wet hair fell into his eyes, and his jaw clenched as he pounded into me.

A now familiar pressure built in my core, and I panted in anticipation. Yesterday, I would have told you an orgasm was an orgasm, but coming with him buried inside me... nothing else could come close.

I came with a shout, trembling against him. He continued at the same pace, and I could only hang on, loving the way his muscles flexed under my hands. He dropped my leg and pulled out. The sudden loss left me spluttering.

"I don't have a condom on," he panted, stroking himself as he neared his climax.

Without a word, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. I tasted myself on him as I curled my tongue around his cock and sucked. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but from the way he slapped his hands on the wall over my head and groaned, I figured I was doing something right. Then, one of his hands fell and gripped my hair, holding me in place while his hips started moving again, driving his cock deep into my mouth until I gagged.

"Ivy, I'm going to come, so if you don't want it in your mouth—"

I reached around, grabbed his ass, and held him in place as he erupted. It wasn't until I felt the last twitch of his cock that I withdrew and looked at Garrett with watering eyes. He stared back with pure amazement.

"I never said I wanted a gentleman."