Page 68 of The Sandbar saga

She shuddered, and her glazed eyes lazily stared back at him. "Th-that was..."

He took her mouth again and pulled almost out of her before thrusting again. Steady and controlled, he held back, not wanting her first time to scare her. And knowing their first time together would be his last time with her, he never wanted it to end.

Even then, his body had other ideas. He plunged inside of her, flying on the top of the world, and filled her.

His heart hammered as the blood left his head. He sank down to his elbows and cradled her head. She was a gift.

A once in a lifetime moment that could never be repeated.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Her hands stilled on his back. "Y-you're sorry?"

Overcome with heaviness, he heaved himself off her, pulling out. The instant air hit his dick; shame filled him.

"God damnit," he muttered, looking down at himself.

There were smears of blood mixed in with his come. He knew better.

Not once in his thirty-eight years had he ever not worn a condom.