Page 64 of Reno

In my belief, there was a difference between fucking and making love. The first time Carma and I had sex, I fucked her. I now intended to provide her the latter, and hope like hell my offering fulfilled her enough that she’d never stray.

Driven by that hope, I forged forward, risking everything on my performance.

“You’re going to have to tell me if I do something wrong,” I said.

“Wrong?” Her brows pinched together in opposition. “Nothing about this could be wrong.”

“You know what I mean,” I said. “I haven’t got a ton of experience at doing this the right way.”

She laughed. “This is ground zero for me. I won’t be able to give much direction. I can say that everything you do seems to be perfect.”

“Let’s just see how it goes.”

“Okay.” She pulled her hair away from her face and lowered her head onto the pillow. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

I’d been mentally preparing for the day to come when I could look at myself in the mirror and be proud of the man I’d become. I now had every intention of becoming that man—for Carma—and hoped that we could both enjoy the journey.

I retracted my hips, paused, and pushed my length into her fully. As my scrotum came to rest against the cheeks of her ass, she let out a grunt.

“You okay?” I asked.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head. “I’m not made of glass.”

“I just want to make sure—”

“Here’s what I want.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I want you to fuck me. Just like you did when you smashed me up against the front door of the restaurant, only with me laying here.”

“You liked that?”

“I loved it.”

“I was thinking we should make love, not fuck.”

She pressed her fist against her heart. “I may be wrong, but I think the difference is in here, not in how you do it.”

It made perfect sense. “Are you sure?”

“Sure that I want you to fuck me?” She chuckled. “Yeah.”

I took her at her word and started slowly. After receiving no opposition, I increased my pace. In no time, I was lost in a sea of emotion, rowing my hips in hope of finding my true direction.

My desire to please Carma was far greater than my desire to please myself.

Nevertheless, I was on the cusp of exploding. Being inside of her drove me insane, and there was nothing I could do to change it, other than stop.

So, that’s what I did.

Her head shot off the pillow like a rocket. “What are you doing?!”

“I had to stop,” I said, nearly breathless. “If I didn’t, this was going to be over pretty quick.”

“I was almost there,” she said. “Go! Go! Go!”

I did as she asked, and quickly found my rhythm. Within seconds, I felt my scrotum tighten. My breathing became irregular.

I focused on Carma.

Her hands clenched the sheets.