God.

Fuck.

Christ.

The wet heat of her against my hand has me nearly coming. Sex with Ellie requires more discipline than anything in my entire life.

She’s so tight. I have a moment of panic. Will I fit inside her? Peering up, I check in with her. She’s grimacing but it doesn’t appear like it’s in pain because she’s pushing against me.

“Knox, yes,” she says and thrashes her head from side to side. “More.”

“Anything you want.” I lean down, still clutching her two hands in one of mine, and suck her clit into my mouth. She screams and the snug channel around my fingers spasms, giving me tiny hugs. I swallow hard. To feel that around my cock? My brain nearly short circuits.

I feast on her, flicking her little swollen sex with my stiffened tongue. Against my thrusting fingers, her blood pounds out a swift, relentless rhythm.

“Knox, Knox,” she chants.

I pull my fingers out abruptly. It’s too much. I rear up and grab the packet of condoms I’ve been carrying around since the blow job.

Her eyebrows shoot into her forehead. “A whole strip?”

“I didn’t want to run out.” I grin.

She huffs out a small laugh. “You’re such an overachiever, but…” She reaches for my hand. “I’m on the pill, and I know you’re clean.”

“I am.” It’s an obvious statement.

She licks her lips. “I’m clean, too. I went to the health center for a test this week.”

“Are you saying—” I can’t even finish the question. All amusement is wiped away as I think about sliding into her raw.

Nodding, she plucks the condoms out of my hand and tosses them aside.

“I’m ready, Knox.”

So am I.

I spread her thighs and take myself in one hand. We both watch as the blunt head of my cock pierces her. She cries out and I freeze. “Fuck, am I hurting you?”

“Oh, Knox, no. But you’re so big. Give me a minute,” she pants.

I start counting backward from a thousand. She wriggles a bit and then taps me on the wrist to let me know I can move.

I slowly sink into her inch by excruciating inch. Her legs widen even more, and my wire thin control snaps. Her velvet embrace burns me up. I push all the way in until my balls rest against her ass.

I’m not sure if I’m in heaven or hell.

No, I know exactly where I am. I’m home. Where I belong. Where I’ve always belonged.

The rightness of it all clicks into place. I was right to have waited. I was right that Ellie was the one.

I’d fantasized about this moment a million times, but the real thing is indescribable. None of those things I’d read prepared me for what it would feel like for her walls to cling to my shaft. I couldn’t have ever conjured up what kind of rush it feels like to get sucked into her body. Or how I’d feel like a fucking conqueror when she writhes beneath me.

The sensations roll over me. Nerves that I didn’t know existed come alive and tell me that I’m two seconds away from coming in her so long and so hard her ancestors will feel it. Her nipples are tight, fat buds begging for my mouth. Grabbing a hip in one hand and bracing myself with my other, I lean over and capture one bouncing beauty between my lips.

“Ellie. I—” I break off when the walls of her pussy tighten around me. Is she doing that on purpose? “I can’t…hold…off.”

She slaps her palms against the wall as the force of my body drives her across the bed. “Harder, Knox. Let go. I won’t break.”

I dig a knee into the mattress for leverage and go at it. My hips jackhammer into hers. My balls slap against her ass, and her fingers dig deep into my shoulders, marking me. I completely lose it. I don’t know my name, where I live, what position I play. I only know that I’m balls deep in the sweetest, tightest grip in the world, and I’ll die happy here between Ellie’s legs.

Underneath my frame, Ellie’s body writhes and bucks in rhythm with mine. Her mouth opens, gasping out pleas for me to fuck her faster and harder. My body responds as if she owns it.

Blood pounds in my ears, an ocean of sensation floods my nervous system, and the loudest, fiercest roar that has ever left my mouth pours forth. Her mouth finds my neck while I shudder and jerk as my come jets into her welcome pussy. I collapse on top of her, a heavy spent thing.

“Oh, Knox.” Her breath sounds unsteady, and her heart thuds against my chest.

“Is this heaven?” I mumble into her damp skin.

Her arms tighten around me. “No it's Iowa.”

My breath catches and then roars out. I can't stop laughing. I'm shaking her tiny mattress and she's laughing with me. Of course Ellie quotes a famous line from a classic sports movie to me right after we have sex. Right after I lose my virginity to her. Of course.

Of course.

Because she knows sports. Loves it like I do. She's so perfect for me. I mouth my thanks to the man upstairs for sending Ellie down to earth and letting me find her. I knew she was the right one.

Knew it.

“Sorry,” I say, apologizing for crushing her but unable to move. “Please tell me you enjoyed that even a little. Lie if you have to.”

She’s still laughing, her smaller frame vibrating under mine. “I came, Knox. Didn’t you feel it?”

“I don’t know what I felt,” I admit. “I think I saw that light all those people who have a near death experience claim to have seen. I’m okay if this is how I go out.” I find some small reserve of strength and roll off her, pulling her with me so my still-hard dick gets to stay inside that warm, tight embrace. I wonder if I can wear her. Whether there’s some campus provision that would prevent me from walking around with her attached to my dick. I should get my student liaison to look into that for me. “Christ Almighty, I've never felt so good.”

“Not even when you got the offer from Western?” Her lips move against my chest, inches away from my nipple.

I tip her head up so I can look into those big brown eyes of hers. I shake my head in dismay over her sad comparison. “Not even close. This is the best thing ever.”

“Better than winning the championship?” She grins.

I think for a minute. “That would be a close second.”

She tucks her head under my chin again. I rearrange her legs so that I don’t slip out. Although given how hard I still am, I don’t think there’s any danger in that.

“Are you sorry you waited?” she asks softly.

“No way. This was perfect.” I kiss the crown of her head. “You were perfect.”

“Are you sorry I didn't wait?”

Ah, is that where her uncertainty came from?

“Why should I be? You had different circumstances. Besides, I tell myself that all your previous experiences were terrible. Don’t correct me if I’m wrong. I’m happy to be wrong and ignorant in this matter.”

I stroke her back, running my fingers along the sharp edges of her shoulder blades and tracing the bumps of her spine. I circle her waist with my hands.

“Your fantasies aren’t that far off the mark,” she admits. Her fingernails scratch over my nipple, my pec, and down my side. My dick perks up even more.

“Really?”

“Yes. Watching you touch yourself in that bathroom was hotter than anything I've personally experienced. It's why I couldn't stay away even though I knew I should.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“I’m glad you didn't give up on me.”

“Never.” I tilt her head up and capture her mouth. “You ready for round two?”

“Only if I get to be on top this time.”

The sacrifices I have to make…

•••

After Sunday, it’s like I can’t get enough. I stalk her around campus. I drag her down four flights of stairs after one of her creative writing courses, shove up her skirt, and take her in the corner of a stairwell.

Her heel digs into my ass as I pound into her as if the entire universe’s rotation depends on how fast I can make her come. When she does come, it’s usually with this tiny gasp. It’s a sound that I hear in my dreams. I replay it when I’m on the road, along with all the other noises of our sex: The sweaty slap of our bodies as I jam against her. The sweet suck of her pussy as it hugs me tight. The feral grunts from my own throat as the orgasm overtakes me and I lose all control.