Chapter 7 #2
She fumbled with it at first, trying to figure out which way it unrolled. I watched her concentrate, her tongue caught between her teeth, and felt something squeeze tight in my chest.
"Take your time," I whispered. "It took me a while to figure out at first."
She got it on, smoothing it down my shaft with both hands. She looked up at me.
"Okay?"
"Perfect."
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I settled between them, propping myself on my elbows, looking down at her face.
"Listen to me. If anything hurts, if anything scares you, tell me immediately. We stop. No questions."
She nodded. Her hands came up to rest on my shoulders.
I reached down and guided my cock to her entrance, running it up and down her wet slit, coating myself with her arousal. She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Look at me," I said. "I want to see your eyes."
She opened them. I pushed forward.
She was tight. Impossibly tight. I watched her face as I pressed into her, saw her wince, saw her jaw clench.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded. "Just... hold still for a bit."
I froze, buried only halfway inside her, wrapped in her tight warmth. I could feel her pulse around me, feel her body slowly adjusting. Sweat beaded on my forehead from the effort of not moving.
She breathed. In and out. Her grip on my shoulders gradually relaxed.
Then she kissed me. Pulled back just far enough to whisper against my lips.
"Please."
I moved slowly, carefully, watching her face for any sign of pain. There was none. Her eyes went soft, her lips parted, small sounds escaping her with each thrust.
"Oh," she breathed. "Oh, Thomas."
I rested my forehead against hers, looking into her eyes as I penetrated her. She kissed me frantically, her hands everywhere, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper.
She was louder now, little moans and gasps, her nails digging into my back. I could feel myself getting close, the pressure building at the base of my spine.
"Scout," I said through clenched teeth. "I'm going to finish."
"Yes, I want you to." She held me tighter. "Keep your eyes open, look at me. I want to see you, too."
I locked my eyes on hers and let myself go, burying myself deep inside her, groaning as I came. She drank in the pleasure twisting my face, taking in my expression as my whole body shuddered with it, wave after wave, her tight pussy milking every drop.
For a long moment I just lay there, still inside her, both of us breathing hard. I kissed her softly on her cheeks, her closed eyes, the corner of her smile.
Then I rolled off her, dealt with the condom, dropped it in the trash by the nightstand. Before I could settle back, she was already moving down my body.
"Scout, you don't have to..."
But her mouth was already on my cock, her tongue licking me clean with the same focused attention she brought to everything. I groaned, oversensitive but not stopping her, watching her blonde head bob between my legs.
When she was done, she crawled back up and tucked herself against my chest, her leg thrown over mine, her head in the hollow of my shoulder.
"Thank you," she said quietly. "For being my first. You made it so nice. I can't think of anyone better."
I kissed the top of her head. "You're the most fascinating woman I've ever known."
She was quiet for a moment. Her fingers traced my chest.
"I want more," she said.
I laughed softly. "There will be more. But maybe give me some time to recover. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"I don't just mean sex." She propped herself up on one elbow to look at me. "I mean all of it. Everything that happened tonight. The restaurant, the movie, the marina. The way the chef talked to me like I belonged there."
"You did belong there."
"I always worried I wouldn't. That I'd spent so long in the woods, so long in Port Chasten, that I would never fit anywhere else. That the outside world would see me as some strange backwoods creature and laugh."
"Nobody laughed tonight."
"No. They didn't." She smiled. "You showed me I have a place here, Thomas. In the world outside the forest."
I brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You can have both. You can enjoy all of this, the restaurants and the movies and the wine. And you can always return to the life you know. The values you hold, being wild and free. One doesn't cancel out the other."
"That's exactly what I want." She settled back against my chest. "And I want it with you."
She was quiet for a long moment. I could feel her gathering herself, working up to something.
"Thomas."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
The words hung in the air between us. I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out. My mind had gone blank, wiped clean by the weight of what she'd just said.
She could see it in my face. The shock. The paralysis.
She kissed me softly, her lips barely brushing mine.
"I'm not trying to pressure you into a response. I just wanted you to know how I felt." She pulled back, her eyes steady on mine. "I hope you love me too. Or if not, I hope you will come to love me as I love you."
She tucked her face into the crook of my neck. I could feel her breath warm on my skin.
I stroked her hair, listening to her breathing slowly steady, feeling the weight of her against me.
Inside my chest was a flood I couldn't name. Fear and tenderness and something like grief and something like hope, all tangled together until I couldn't tell where one ended and another began.
Scout's breathing deepened. Her body relaxed against mine.
I stared at the ceiling, the faint glow from the marina playing across the walls, and tried to find my way through the emotions jumbled inside me.