I can’t believe how simultaneously soft and hard Sebastian’s cock is. The skin is like silk, and the flesh beneath is iron. When my fingers catch the little ridge under the head of his cock, Sebastian moans into my mouth.

His cock is leaking fluid, which helps lubricate my hand. I slide my palm back and forth across the head, gently tugging and squeezing. Sebastian is thrusting into my hand, and those powerful thrusts make me soaking wet, imagining what it would feel like to have that cock penetrating another part of my body.

Sebastian reaches his hand under my skirt and slips his fingers inside my panties so he can touch me at the same time. My pussy is still swollen and sensitive from earlier. He rubs his fingers in gentle circles on my clit, then reaches down a little lower to slide his finger inside of me.

Oh my god, just the feeling of that finger is exquisite. The warmth and pleasure is like an itch being scratched.

I want more. I want so much more than that.

Sebastian wants it, too.

Without speaking, I pull off my underwear and spread my legs a little wider. Sebastian positions his warm, heavy cock at my entrance, looking down into my eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asks me.

I’m not sure. Actually, if I’m sure of anything, it’s that this is a terrible idea. I’m not supposed to even fool around with Sebastian, let alone let him take my virginity.

My father subscribes to the American idiom, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?” He intends to sell this particular cow for a hefty price. He’ll be enraged if he discovers I’ve destroyed my value in his eyes.

But here’s the problem. I want to fuck Sebastian. I want it more desperately than I’ve ever wanted anything.

If my father intends to sell me off at some point in the future . . . then I want to lose my virginity right here and now, with the person of my choice. No one can steal what I don’t have anymore.

“I want you,” I tell Sebastian.

That’s 100 percent true. No lies, no hidden motivation.

Sebastian pushes his cock inside of me, slowly at first. Even though I can tell he’s being as careful as possible, it still hurts. He’s just so fucking big. A tampon or a finger isn’t close. Not even a tenth the size.

Seeing me wince, he pauses and says, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Keep going.”

Sebastian kisses me again, stroking my hair back from my face with his free hand. That feels good. My body relaxes just a little, and his cock slides in a little more. But it’s not all the way in yet. It’s reached a kind of sticking point, where it doesn’t seem to want to go any further.

Sebastian doesn’t seem impatient. He kisses and holds me, his tongue soft and warm in my mouth, his breath sweet and sensual. He touches my face, he caresses my breasts.

And then, finally, with one more thrust, he breaks through the last barrier. I feel a sharp, tearing sensation, and a flood of warmth. Now his cock is better lubricated. It slides all the way in, until I’m completely filled by him.

He’s all the way inside of me, and I’m looking up in his eyes, thinking this is the closest I’ve ever been to another person. Whatever happens after this, Sebastian will be my first lover, now and always.

My pussy is burning with pain and intensity. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, running down toward my ears.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asks me.

I nod, saying, “I’m good. It’s just . . . a lot.”

“You feel incredible,” Sebastian says. “You’re so beautiful, Yelena . . . I know you know that, but I have to tell you anyway.”

He starts to thrust in and out of me, slowly and carefully. Now, finally, I feel something more like pleasure than pain. A warmth deep inside of me, which spreads outward until my pussy feels that pleasant ache again, and my whole body relaxes and thrums with sensation.

I can hear the waves again. If the ocean were pleasure, and my body sand, then each time Sebastian thrusts into me, it’s like a wave breaking on the shore, soaking me in bliss.

And like the tide, the waves are coming stronger and faster. I feel like I’m about to be submerged.

“Keep going,” I beg him. “Just like that.”

Sebastian wraps his arms around me, pressing our bodies tight together. He kisses me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same time as his cock penetrates deep inside of me. My thighs are wrapped around his, and my clit is grinding against his body. Every inch of my skin is lined up with his. The more we touch, the more intense the sensation.

I can feel his breath speeding up in time with his thrusts. His ass is flexing against my calves, driving into me harder and harder. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore—all I feel is warm, liquid pleasure, running through my veins like honey.

I already had the best climax of my life today.

What’s building now isn’t a climax—it’s a fucking tsunami.

I kiss Sebastian ferociously. I’m biting at his lips, clawing at his back. I need more, more, more of him.

Sebastian squeezes me so hard I can’t breathe. He gives one last monstrous thrust into me, and he lets out a long, strangled howl. I feel his cock twitching and pulsing, buried to the hilt in my pussy. That twitching tips me over the edge. With each pulse of cum, my pussy contracts. I’m clamped around him, my whole body shaking, my eyes rolled back in my head. I can’t see, or feel, or hear anything except the brilliant flashes of color in my brain. I’m cumming so hard that I think my soul left my body.

When I come to again, the beach is dark. There’s no warmth in the sand, and the sky overhead is black, studded with cool white stars. It’s the most stars I’ve seen since I came to this city.

Sebastian is warm. His heavy body blankets me, his cock still inside of me. He has one arm wrapped tight around me, and his other hand cradling the back of my head. His face is buried in my neck.

“Look,” I whisper.

He looks up at the sky, seeing the view you can never see when you’re fully inside the city, because the light pollution drowns it out.

“You like stars, don’t you?” he says. “You always point them out.”

“My mother got me a telescope. When we went out to the country, we’d go up on the roof to use it.”

“Sometimes it freaks me out thinking about space,” Sebastian says.

“I find it comforting. Everything out there is so much bigger than anything happening here. Nothing we do can move a single star by even an inch.”

“You look like something that fell from heaven,” Sebastian says, kissing me gently on the temple.

His arms are wrapped tight around me.

I don’t want him to ever let go.

But I’m realizing how late it is. The dunes are almost an hour from Chicago. We have to get back.

I start to sit up, and Sebastian gently disentangles from me. When his cock pulls free, I see there’s blood on his shaft, and on my thighs.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian says, frowning with concern.

“I’m fine,” I tell him. I’m alarmed at the blood, though, worried that I got some on my dress, since I never actually took it off, only pulled it up around my waist. I have no idea where my underwear went.

“Here,” Sebastian says. “Use the blanket to clean up if you like—it’s old, it doesn’t matter.”