Chapter 6
6
DELTA
M y insides felt like they were on fire. That was the best way to describe what was happening to me.
Kingston had his hand on his erection and was slowly stroking it, his chest rising and falling as he stared at my hand. Well, the scrap of cotton and denim that covered my hand, anyway.
“It’s this bud, right?” I asked. “My clit. That’s what I touch.”
He nodded. I had a feeling from the quick rise of his chest that he was having a tough time talking. I moved my finger over it. I’d asked not because I wasn’t sure, but because of what it would do to him. It was pretty obvious what I needed to do.
I was so caught up in watching him, it didn’t occur to me at first that my touch was doing something to me too. I was getting warmer and warmer. I assumed that had a lot to do with watching him, but I was touching myself. Of course that was doing something to me.
Why hadn’t I discovered this earlier? It felt good. Really good.
Kingston’s lids grew heavy as his strokes got bolder and sped up. He slid his hand from base to tip, then back again, emphasizing each movement.
He knew what this was doing to me. He wanted to turn me on.
Finally, my eyes drifted closed. I couldn’t hold them open anymore. I just couldn’t. My breaths were heavier and coming faster and faster.
I felt his eyes on me. I knew this was heating things up for him too. That gave me a power I’d never experienced before.
Was he imagining himself plunging into me? Feeling my wet, tight pussy around his raging erection?
That did it. The warmth reached a fever pitch. And then my walls began contracting. I cried out—a sound that I didn’t even consciously make. Tingles spread up and down my arms. The chill was almost electrified.
And then, slowly, it abated. I was left with the reality that I’d had my first orgasm ever, and I’d done it in front of a man I’d just met.
My eyes popped open. I fully expected to see him in the throes of his own approaching orgasm. His eyes would be closed, his breaths coming fast as he stroked faster and faster. Would he come right here on the couch? Maybe his legs would catch most of it.
But no. That wasn’t what I found at all. Instead, his eyes were wide open and he was watching me. His hand wasn’t even on himself. But the fire in his eyes was undeniable.
“Come here,” he said.
It was exactly the command I’d wanted. I could have crawled over to him at any point, of course, but it wouldn’t be the same as him ordering it. That meant he wanted me. He was battling an urge to kiss me, touch me.
I didn’t crawl. Instead, I pushed myself to my feet and closed the remaining distance between us, staring down at him as he looked at me admiringly. The appreciation in his stare did something to me. It made me want to ignite that fire, turn up the heat in his eyes.
That was why I undid my bra and bared my breasts to him before shimmying out of my jeans and underwear. I had to kick off my shoes in the process, and it was more than a little awkward, but he didn’t seem to mind.
When I finally stood in front of him, naked, the self-consciousness I expected didn’t come. Maybe it was the appreciation in his stare. Or maybe I just felt comfortable with him in a way I’d never expected.
He still had his jeans around his knees, and I half expected him to do something about that, but he didn’t. Instead, he reached out with both hands, shifting in his seat until he was facing forward. He then put his hands on my hips, pulling me toward him. The feel of his big, rough hands on my soft, bare skin warmed me from the inside out once again.
I could definitely get turned on pretty quickly. Maybe I had another orgasm in me before the night was over. I’d love to do that again. And again. And again.
He pulled me onto him, and then I was straddling him as his hand moved up my back. One hand stayed on my hip while the other moved to my face, his thumb rubbing along my jawline before sliding around to the nape of my neck. He nudged me toward him, and my entire body seemed to let out a sigh as our lips finally met.
It wasn’t just the short time I’d known him that I’d craved this kiss. No, it was a lifetime of doing without. It had all led up to this. I was finally getting the kiss I’d waited for my entire life.
His tongue parted the seam of my lips and plunged inside, mating with mine. Our breaths mingled as my hands explored. I couldn’t get enough of him—the contours, the hard ridges. He was perfect, straight out of my fantasies.
I wanted to explore his entire body, but there’d be time for that. Plenty of time. Tonight was about losing my virginity.
We were still kissing when I felt his hands begin to roam. The hand that had pulled my face down to his slid over my frontside while the other hand moved around my hip. I thought he’d maneuver me until I was above his erection so he could slide inside me, but he didn’t. Instead, his hand went up my thighs, his thumb finding that spot I’d touched just seconds ago.
I cried out at the first contact, the sound muffled by his mouth. He moaned in response, and that only heightened my arousal. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his shaft and stroking slowly. With another moan, his left hand moved to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple.
“Oh yes,” I said between kisses, surprised to hear my own voice.
Suddenly, he shifted his left hand to mine, putting it on my wrist and nudging it away. He didn’t want me touching him anymore. For a second, that bothered me, but then I realized he was having a hard time holding out. He wanted to come inside me.
Just that thought sent me over the edge. I threw my head back and gasped as an even more intense orgasm raced through my body, overshadowing the previous one by far.
When I came down, I felt a little self-conscious. He’d watched all of this. Gradually, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. The intensity in his stare wiped away anything negative I might have felt. It reminded me just how beautiful he thought I was.
I’d always be safe in his arms.
“Don’t move,” he said, shifting to the side slightly.
I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but then he pulled out his wallet, opened it, and extracted a square packet. A condom.
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t even thought about protection. I didn’t want to get pregnant. Not this early.
Or did I? Before meeting him, I would have been horrified at the thought, but suddenly, being a mom earlier than expected didn’t seem so bad. Going through life with this guy—the one whose cock was just inches from my pussy—was exactly what my plan should be.
Yes, Kingston was the man I wanted to do everything with. Have kids, build a house, make our house a home, work through my struggles, and celebrate my achievements… He was the man for me.
“Can I put it on?” I asked.
“Sure can,” he said.
His expression remained neutral, though. Damn, he was a hard one to read.
He ripped open the packet with his teeth, then pointed it toward me. I reached inside and pulled out the ring, surprised at how wet it was. Not just wet—kind of slimy and cold. I hadn’t expected that.
He tossed the packet aside and waited as I positioned it above his tip. I began rolling it down, realizing right away that I’d faced it in the wrong direction. I flipped it around. From there, it was easy—just roll it on.
But when I looked up, I saw that I was affecting him. His chest was rising and falling even more dramatically now, and his eyes seemed to blaze a hole right through me, sending heat straight to where it mattered most.
Once the condom was on, I rose above him and positioned him at my entrance, ready to plunge down on him. That was when he stopped me.
“Hold up,” he said. “You’re going to want to ease into it.”
Oh, right. There may or may not be a membrane we had to break through. That famed “cherry” that was always talked about. But whether my hymen was still intact was up for debate, at least from what my research indicated.
With a hand on each of his shoulders, I slowly eased downward, barely getting him a couple of inches inside. I worked hard to keep my face calm and not show my pain. I didn’t want him to worry. It would pass. Pain always passed.
“Go slowly,” he said.
He returned his thumb to my clit and began rubbing it just as he’d been doing before we paused. It seemed like a waste of energy with all the pain that had taken over that area, but I didn’t stop him. He knew more about this stuff than I did by far.
He moved his other hand to my breast and began circling my nipple again. The combination of that and what he was doing to my clit started paying off. It didn’t feel good exactly, but it felt good enough to take my mind off the pain.
Soon, the pain lessened. I wasn’t going very deep, but it was definitely enough to make me no longer a virgin. We’d have plenty of time for him to go deeper. The rest of our lives, if I had my way.
“Keep doing that,” I said.
I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure, the warmth starting in my core and spreading throughout my body. That familiar tingle was taking hold, seeming to center on my neck and shoulders. It was like I was cold and hot at the same time—but in the best way imaginable.
I heard myself saying “Oh” over and over, and a small part of me worried I looked and sounded ridiculous. The rest of me didn’t care, though. I was so caught up in how amazing this felt—a feeling I never wanted to end.
As I came down, I took in my hunky lumberjack. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched. He let out a guttural moan, followed by a couple of grunts. At the tail end of all that was a long, drawn-out, “ Fuck .”
I knew he was coming in the condom. Soon enough, there would be nothing between us. And soon after that, we’d start a family. I could see it almost as clearly as if I were psychic.
It was my future. And it had been waiting for me all along.
Finally, he opened his eyes, and I saw it. Love. The very beginnings of it, of course, but I felt it too. And it would only grow stronger the more time we spent together.
As he pulled me down toward him for another long, slow kiss, my heart felt full for the first time in my life. It was hard to believe that tacos over TV trays had led to this.
But I wouldn’t trade any of it for the fanciest dinner in the nicest restaurant in the world.