Chapter 5
FIVE
Kirsten
Part of me is nervous, but mostly I just want to get the first time over with.
I know what to expect, and I’m not scared so much as resigned to the fact that it probably won’t be good. Not the first time anyway. And I just want to get past that—to when it’s pleasurable for both of us.
My impatience must show because Sam chuckles as I fumble with his belt and zipper.
“Easy,” he says. “There’s no rush.”
“There is,” I say, meeting his eyes. “I want to get the part that might hurt over with.”
“I know, but I want you to relax and enjoy our first time together.”
Sometimes I wonder how Sam can be real.
Tall, with striking blue eyes and shoulder-length blond hair, he’s covered in tattoos, plays a mean guitar, and in many ways is the personification of rock and roll.
Except he’s also college educated, loves black and white movies, and treats me like a fucking goddess. He’s thoughtful, gentle, and can be extremely soft-spoken—he’s literally the dream man I couldn’t even conjure up in a fantasy. I keep waiting for flaws and there simply aren’t any.
“Besides,” he continues after a moment, “there’s something else I want to do before I make love to you.” He kicks off his pants and slides down his boxers.
“Get on the bed, beautiful.”
I don’t hesitate, sprawling out for him as he drinks me in.
There’s no doubt in my mind he likes what he sees, and the remaining bit of nervousness fades away.
“Your skin is so damn soft,” he whispers, running a hand along my calf. “Legs are my thing—and yours are amazing.”
“Legs?” I ask in surprise. “More than boobs?”
“Absolutely. Boobs are kind of a dime a dozen…but a woman with great legs? That’s special. I like when I can kiss them like this…” He glides his lips across the inside of my calf and up to my knee. “Or nibble the skin here…” His mouth moves to the back of my knee, sucking lightly. “But mostly I like to feast in this area.” He drags his tongue along the crease of my thigh, looping two fingers inside the band of my thong. “I’m going to take this off, okay?”
“You don’t have to ask permission,” I whisper.
“Yeah, baby, I do.”
My heart turns to absolute mush as his words sink in.
Even now that we’re naked, he’s still worried about my boundaries—and I don’t even know if I have any.
“Anyone ever touch you here before?” he asks, gently cupping my mound.
“Only on the outside of my clothes.”
He nods thoughtfully. “So… this is all mine?”
“Absolutely.” I feel like I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.
“Perfect.” He dips his head and I’m fascinated by the vision he makes, blond hair tickling my thighs as he trails kisses all around my most intimate places—but not directly on them.
I can’t decide if I want to keep watching or just lie back and enjoy—it’s incredibly erotic to see my own personal rockstar about to go down on me.
He teases me for what feels like a long time, kissing and licking my thighs, the top of my mound, and everything in between. Until finally, fingers trail down my slit, his breath warm against the sensitive flesh.
“Sam…” His name escapes before I can stop it, but then his mouth is… Right. There. I make a sound but I’m not sure what it is. Pleasure wrapped in ecstasy with a hint of curiosity.
Soft lips and a warm tongue trace lines along my privates. He uses his fingers to spread me open and then presses his tongue inside me. My body quivers with need and anticipation. No one has ever gotten me off, though I’ve done it on my own a few times, but none of my make out sessions ever got me to the promised land.
Something tells me that won’t be a problem with Sam.
He slides the tip of his finger inside me, and my hips shoot up off the bed.
“Oh!”
“Did I hurt you?” He freezes, only lifting his head.
“No… I was just surprised… but it’s fine. Better than fine.”
His eyes gleam, and he goes back to what he was doing but with more intensity now. Circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, he continues to explore every part of me—even back there . His touch is light, and I know instinctively he won’t push that envelope. Not yet anyway.
“Please…” I whisper.
There’s a finger inside me, and his tongue is doing wicked things to my lady bits. My hips are rising and falling, inching closer, anxious to get somewhere I’ve never been before. This isn’t going to be a pleasant little orgasm I get by rubbing between my legs—this is nirvana.
My tummy coils and tightens, Sam sucks my clit into his mouth, and a white-hot shot of pleasure rocks me with an intensity I wasn’t expecting. I’m pretty sure I screamed, but I don’t know anything right now except how good it feels. My body is temporarily not my own, and I’d sell my soul to the devil for this feeling to never end.
“That’s my girl…” Sam lifts his head and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Want to know what you taste like?”
“Y-yes.”
And I do.
He covers my body with his and kisses me.
The taste is tangy but sweet, something foreign and exciting.
Our tongues tangle and twine together as I relish this new experience.
“Keep your legs open for me, baby,” he murmurs.
Then I realize he’s there, right at my entrance, his hard length pressed against the overheated flesh.
Before I have time to think about it, or worry about whether it’s going to hurt, he’s inside me.
One firm but gentle thrust and it’s over.
Well, what I assumed would be the hard part is over.
There was a twinge of uncomfortable pressure but nothing I would consider pain.
Now I just feel…full.
“Is it… are we…” My voice trails because I feel a little silly.
Of course we are.
I’m just not sure what to do.
“We are. You okay?” He isn’t moving, his gorgeous blue eyes boring into mine as he waits for me to give him the go ahead.
God, I love this man.
“I’m wonderful,” I say honestly. “It feels…”
How do I explain it?
Discomfort but not pain.
Fullness that borders on pleasure, but not that either.
“It feels?” He pauses, as if he’s in no hurry and actually wants to know what I’m trying to say.
“Like you’re big and I’m really full,” I admit. “Or is that just because it’s my first time?”
“I’ve been told I’m above average, but I’m not massive or anything. I’ve watched enough porn to know that much.”
I giggle and he smiles, reaching out to brush my hair out of my face.
“You’re amazing, Kirsten. You feel so fucking good. I could do this all night.”
A thought suddenly occurs to me.
“Are you… did you remember to get a condom?” I’m momentarily panicked, even though I’m protected.
He shakes his head, as if he can’t believe I have to ask. “Babe, I was prepared the whole time I was going down on you. That was a diversionary tactic to help you relax.”
“I see.” And I do relax, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Make love to me, Sam. I want to learn how to please you.”
“Oh, baby, just being here like this pleases me. You don’t have to do anything other than what you’re doing.”
“Then show me what it’s like.”
The first stroke is slow and steady as he pulls out to the tip. I feel a loss, even though I was still adjusting to all the new sensations.
Somehow, I’m already addicted to being with him like this.
How it feels when our bodies are synced this way.
When he presses back in, I can’t help but sigh with contentment. I want more. Everything. I just don’t know how to express that.
But I think he already knows.
“Lift your hips when I thrust in,” he whispers. “Show me that you like… how you like it.”
“It feels like I need something,” I admit.
His eyes meet mine and his burn with intensity.
“You do. And I plan to give it to you as soon as you’re ready.”
Without another word, he pushes in and pulls out. Then he does it over and over again, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, until I finally understand what he’s talking about because my body starts to move with him. Meeting each thrust, clenching around him, taking it all.
And loving it.
Without warning, he flips us over so that I’m straddling him. My hands land on his chest hard as I get my balance, and I gaze down at him in surprise.
“Now you get to be in the driver’s seat,” he growls.
He looks a little wild like this… hair everywhere, eyes dark with passion, hands gripping my hips so firmly it’s almost painful.
But I love it.
“Show me what to do.”