Chapter 6
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I blew it. I was supposed to make a move on Porsha during our midnight lunch break, and I’d basically chickened out.
I was still kicking myself over it as I returned to the pool area and climbed onto the chair, pulling the blanket up over me. I’d do like I had before our midnight lunch break. I’d lay here telling myself I needed to sleep but basically tossing and turning.
At least this time I turned out the lights. I came in, tossed my coat onto a chair near the door—the same coat I let Porsha borrow to get back into the lodge—and flipped the light switch. It wasn’t pitch dark, but it was darker than I would have imagined. I could definitely sleep if thoughts of Porsha weren’t racing through my mind.
I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to kiss her. I’d imagined it multiple times in the truck, but now it brought my cock to life. If I did something about that, it wasn’t like anybody would ever know. I could even go into the bathroom to be extra cautious. Maybe that would help me get to sleep.
Deciding to stay right here, I moved my hand to my zipper and jerked it down, then undid the button, sliding my hand into my underwear. Immediately, I groaned in relief. This woman had me so worked up, it would be good to get it out of my system a little.
I looked around, verifying what I knew would be true. I was alone. Then I shoved my jeans and underwear down just low enough to free my erection, closed my eyes, and imagined Porsha above me, looking down at me as she rode me.
I imagined what her breasts would look like, how my hands would cup them but still not even come close to covering them. I began stroking faster, closing my eyes and clenching my jaw as more images of Porsha flashed through my mind.
“Are you?—?”
The two words popped my eyes open. It took a second to get my bearings in the dark room. But even before I turned my head, I saw her. She was standing next to my chair, looking down at me, her eyes wide with wonder. Apparently, she’d entered at some point to find me here, under the blanket. I’d been busted jerking off by the very woman I’d been fantasizing about.
I sat up, reminding myself the blanket covered everything. I could lie. I was trying to make a good impression on this woman, after all, and this was not the way to do it.
But her wide eyes only got wider as she continued to stare at me. “Can I watch?”
I must have misheard. “Watch what?”
She pointed to my crotch area. “Watch you do that.”
Was this woman asking to watch me jerk it? That was definitely a first.
“You want to watch me do this?” I asked, moving my hand slowly.
She couldn’t see it, of course, but right now, I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. I wasn’t sure I’d ever think clearly again.
“Yes,” she said.
Her voice sounded raspy, and her chest was moving rapidly, indicating she was breathing heavily. She liked this. It turned her on. And despite wanting to be a perfect gentleman in front of her, that had me more excited than anything ever had.
“Lose the blanket,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Her body language told me she was either cold or protecting herself. But protecting herself against what?
That had me hesitating. I kept an eye on her as I slowly pulled the cover back. But I had to close my eyes once my erection was revealed. I didn’t want to see out of the corner of my eye what she was seeing. That would make me feel like less than a gentleman.
“Were you thinking about me?” she asked. “When you were…you know, before I came in.”
I nodded. I moved my hand along my shaft slowly, trying my best not to come on the spot. I was so turned on right now, it wouldn’t take much.
“What were you thinking about?” she asked.
I leaned my head against the back of the chair and kept my eyes closed, trying to call to mind the image I’d had right before she interrupted.
“I was imagining you on top of me, naked,” I said, “I’d just put my hands on your breasts.”
“What did they look like?” she asked.
My eyes popped open then, and I looked over at her. She lowered her hands to her sides, but my gaze had landed on that ample chest. Fuck, she was hot.
“Big,” I said. “With pale pink nipples. Your nipples were hard, and your breasts bounced while you moved on me.”
“Do you want to see them?”
I nodded. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t force words out for the life of me.
But that seemed to be all the answer she needed. She reached for the hem of her shirt and jerked it up over her head, revealing a nude, silky bra with cleavage for days.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” I said, letting my hand still on my cock.
I had to stop stroking or I’d definitely finish this way, and I didn’t want that to happen. I had to see where this was going.
“I’ve never shown these to a man before,” she said.
She reached behind her, unclasping the bra. When she slid the straps down her arms, my senses went on overload.
She’d just said something important, but all I could do was stare at the view next to me. The nipples were slightly darker than I’d imagined, but it was a little tough to see in the dim lighting. I could tell that her breasts were even bigger than I’d imagined. That was a pleasant surprise.
My hands itched to touch, but I kept them where they were. I had to exercise patience here.
“Now the pants,” I said. “If, that is, you want to take them off.”
She looked back over her shoulder, and her words from a few seconds ago came back to me. She’d never shown her breasts to a man before.
A man had never seen her naked? That didn’t seem possible. Maybe she meant she never stripped while standing next to a man. That was possible. Most of my early adulthood sexual experiences were fumbling in backseats of cars and on couches. I rarely saw a woman naked in person until I was older.
Her panties matched her bra. That was one thing I noticed as she let the khaki pants fall to her ankles, then kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the pants. She stood next to that pile, shifting her arms around nervously as she moved her weight from foot to foot like she didn’t know what to do next. I could take care of that.
“Come here,” I said. “Straddle me.”
I waited for her to turn me down. This was her chance to back out. She could get dressed and walk out of here and nothing more would come of this. Or she could stand there and just watch me jerk off. Maybe she could touch herself too. I was cool with that. But this was her game. She made the rules. I just played by them.
Her eyes finally returned to my face again, and she chewed her lip thoughtfully. She was trying to decide if she wanted to do this or not.
I opened my mouth to give her an out, but before I could say a word, she moved. She climbed on top of me, looking back over her shoulder again toward the door.
It was still pretty dark in here. I could clearly make her out, thanks to the light streaming in, but I wasn’t sure anyone who glanced through that window in the door would be able to see us very clearly. I’d suggest we go somewhere else, but no way was I interrupting this. So I’d just keep half an eye on the door.
“Can I touch it?” Porsha asked.
She was still above me, legs on either side of me, seemingly hesitant to fully sit on my legs. I nodded, removing my hand and settling it onto her thigh. It was the first time I’d touched her, and it sent blood straight to my erection, making it twitch. She seemed to notice that, her eyes widening as her hand wrapped around it.
“Wow,” she said. “I didn’t imagine it’d feel like this.”
Those words registered, but barely. I made a mental note to come back to that. Right now, her touch felt so damn good, I couldn’t think of much of anything else, and I surely wasn’t going to speak and ruin the moment.
“Will this fit inside me?” she asked.
That question brought a frown to my face. Okay, I had to put aside what she was doing to me to get some answers.
“Is this part of an act?” I asked. “You’ve done this before, right?”
As her movements stilled and she stared at me, I knew, without her saying a word, that she hadn’t. And now she was afraid to admit it.
“You’re a virgin?” I asked.
“In every way. I mean, I’ve kissed guys—only a few—but it never went further than that. Their hands would start wandering and I’d stop them. I don’t know, it just never felt right.”
She continued to stare at me, waiting for my reaction. Maybe she thought I’d turn her down. Maybe I should. I could wine and dine her and romance her for a few weeks, then give her a first time she’d never forget.
But this went beyond sex. I was already falling for this woman. Crazy but true. From the second I’d met her, I felt drawn to her. And the more I got to know her, the more I realized we just clicked.
It was right. She was the one. And I was going to be her first time.
“Are you sure you want to do this now?” I asked, glancing over at the door. “I mean, it’s hot, don’t get me wrong, but your first time should be special. Candles, rose petals, Egyptian cotton sheets…”
Porsha laughed. “It’s definitely hot. I should be worried about my job, but for some reason, with you, I feel safe. I feel like everything’s going to be just fine.”
“It will. No matter what, I’ll make sure nothing bad ever happens to you.”
And that was a promise I fully intended to keep. My priority for the rest of my life would be keeping this woman safe.
“I’m on the pill,” she said, her gaze lowering to my cock. She slowly began moving her hand again while she talked. “I went on it about four years ago. There was a doctor on campus. I just wanted to be prepared for when I met the right guy.” She lifted her gaze to my face. “And now I’m?—”
“Prepared?”
“For the right guy. You’re the right guy.”
My heart skipped a beat. Nothing anyone had ever said meant as much as those words. She was feeling this too, and she was willing to lose her virginity to me. She trusted me, and her trust was well placed. I’d never let her down.
“Come here,” I said.
Confusion briefly spread over her features, but I lowered my gaze to her mouth, and she got what I intended to do. She leaned forward, moving both hands to my shoulders and pressing her heat along my cock.
I closed my eyes at the feel of the warm, wet silk of her underwear against my erection. But then our mouths met, and I briefly forgot what was going on with the rest of my body. The kiss sent warmth through me, and that warmth wrapped itself around my heart.
It wasn’t just the physical contact. It was the feeling behind it. Tenderness turning to passion, turning back to tenderness as my hands ran up her thighs and over her ass. Then I moved up, savoring the curve of her waist and finally reaching her breasts. I skimmed my thumbs over the lower curve, then cupped them before running my thumbs over her areolae.
That was when she squirmed, rubbing her pussy across my cock. She moaned against my mouth, and that alone was almost my undoing. But I held on as she broke the kiss and sat up, looking down at me with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen.
Yes, this was the woman I’d make love to for the rest of my life. The only woman for me.
“Does this feel good?” Porsha asked as she gyrated her hips to move her pussy along my cock.
I closed my eyes and nodded. “But if you don’t stop, I’m going to—” I hesitated, thinking better of the words I was going to use. Instead, I said, “I’m not going to last. Pull down your underwear.”
Her smile faltered slightly, her eyes widening again. But she did exactly as I requested, hitching a thumb under each side and tugging downward until her briefs were at the top of her thighs.
That wasn’t enough for me, though. I wanted to see that beautiful pussy. I put a hand on either side of her hips and nudged her upward until she was no longer sitting on me. After briefly admiring her most private part, I moved my fingers between us and slid one inside her, watching her eyes widen even more at the contact.
“Is that what it feels like to have you inside me?” she asked.
“No.” I shook my head. “Since it’s your first time, it’ll definitely hurt. But I’m going to make you feel good first.”
I slid my finger out and settled it on her clit. After only a few movements over it, her eyelids became droopy and her lips parted.
Oh yeah, this was definitely doing it for her.
“Should I touch my nipples?” she asked, her gaze focused straight ahead.
“Whatever feels good, sweetie.”
Her eyelids lifted a little at that as she looked down at me. After a brief smile, though, she resumed her original expression.
I hadn’t let off a second on what I was doing to her, and she was feeling it—every movement. When she moved her hands to her breasts, I almost lost it. I had to focus on something else to avoid getting caught up in what I was seeing.
If I lived to be a hundred, I was sure I’d never forget the sight of her touching her nipples. As her eyes fully closed and her lips remained parted, she began moving in response to my touch, her legs trembling with the effort to hold her body up.
I moved my finger faster and faster, and her hips matched my movements. After a glance at the door to make sure we weren’t being watched, I returned my attention to her just in time to see her experience her first-ever orgasm. At least I assumed it was her first.
She verified that when she came down after a series of heavy breaths and muffled whimpers. Finally, she fell into my arms, resting on my chest as I put my arms around her to hold her.
We could stay like this all night, but I knew she had a mission in mind. And I was all too happy to help her accomplish it.