17. Get Your Gift
17
GET YOUR GIFT
A ngel drove to Coy’s after work the next day.
Friday night date at his house.
It’d been three weeks now that she could say they were officially dating.
Four weeks if she counted the weekend before, and she was. So a month in her eyes.
Angel was ready to take that next step and was shocked he hadn’t made the move.
Then she got thinking he was probably leaving it up to her.
Only she didn’t know how to take that next step having never done it before.
Which meant she was going to have to explain this to him too.
Talk about embarrassing.
But it’s not as if he wasn’t going to figure it out on his own.
There was no way she was going to say that she was still a virgin because she wanted to save herself for him.
That might come across as creepy since she never had any idea if she would be in this position, even if she’d always dreamed it would happen.
And it was! Booty shake.
She kept her bag in the car. No reason to bring it in and assume that he’d want her to spend the night. At least not yet.
She walked in the front door and saw him in the kitchen already cooking dinner.
He did it more than she did and she felt slightly inferior, but it was better to hang out here than at her tiny apartment.
“What is for dinner tonight?” she asked.
“Sauce and meatballs,” he said. “My mother gave me some and it’s been in the freezer so I just took it out.”
“I can handle pasta,” she said.
“Then you can do that,” he said, smiling at her.
A nice warm one that reached his eyes and made her think there was more behind it than a simple greeting.
Or maybe it was wishful thinking on her end.
She walked into the pantry to get the pasta and then turned around and came back out. She wasn’t sure she could just calmly sit there eating dinner while she was horny and wanted to have sex.
For the first time!
This was almost more nerve wracking than talking to Coy about the job here.
She moved in front of him, glanced at the sauce in the pan on the stove and then reached over to shut the burner off.
He turned and looked at her, lifting one eyebrow that caused her to giggle.
“I thought we could hold off on dinner for a bit unless you’re really hungry.”
He smirked. “I’m hungry, but not necessarily for food. Is that what you’re hinting at?”
Phew! He could read her mind.
Now if he had that ability they could have saved themselves years of this jumping around. Even the months that she’d lived here.
“Maybe,” she said shyly.
He laughed and picked her up in a hug. She went with her gut and wrapped her legs around his waist. Holy cow, in her dreams this happened all the time.
His mouth crushed hers and he started to walk to his room, the friction of their jeans rubbing against each other working her up.
Oh man, she might come like this and didn’t want that to happen.
When they got to his room, he leaned over and laid her on the bed, his body on top of hers, her legs still around his waist, and they continued to kiss like they’d been doing for weeks.
Her hips lifted and he reached around and unhooked her ankles, then put her legs down while he leaned back and reached for the bottom of her shirt, inching it up and over her head.
His eyes landed on her scar that was visible with her bra on.
“Don’t look at it,” she said. “It’s old and meaningless. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle this.”
“I know you can handle it,” he said. “I’ve just been waiting for you to make the move.”
“Maybe I was slow this time around,” she said.
“Or you’re being cautious and I can appreciate it,” he said. “We’ve had time to get to know each other more.”
“I’m glad you understand that,” she said. “Take your shirt off too.”
He laughed and lifted it over his head. Her jaw dropped. She was so used to seeing him in scrubs or long-sleeved shirts. He didn’t wear anything really fitted to his body nor baggy, but she had no idea he’d have a chest and abs like this.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Just admiring what you’ve been hiding.”
“I could say the same,” he said. She’d moved up to lean on her elbows and his knuckles grazed the swell of her breasts, then slid the straps off her shoulders.
When her breasts popped free, she reached around to undo the clasp, her nipples hardening at the air in the room.
Coy dipped his head down, his lips wrapping around one, and he started to suck.
It felt as if her insides were being pulled in through her bellybutton.
How come she’d never felt this way before?
She started to squirm on the bed and he moved to the other side, her hands in his hair holding him there for a minute.
She needed to tell him before he went any further, but it was hard to.
After a minute, he started to kiss his way down her stomach and she blurted out, “I haven’t done this before.”
“What?” he said, standing back. “Haven’t done what before?”
“Had sex,” she said and dipped her head down.
There was silence in the room and she dreaded looking at him.
He didn’t give her a choice and put his finger under her chin. “I didn’t expect that.”
“Yeah. It hadn’t felt right before.”
He nodded. “Then I’m honored and humbled to get your gift,” he said.
She almost cried when he’d said those words. She thought he was more on the romantic side and this just proved it to her.
“You’re okay with it?”
He laughed. “Angel, we all have to start somewhere. You have to tell me though what you like and don’t like. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure it’s going to hurt a little, but it’s fine. I really want to do it. I mean really .”
He laughed. “The same. Have you ever had an orgasm before?” he asked, frowning.
She laughed. “Of course I have. I’ve dated men. Do you think all I’ve done is kiss?”
“I don’t know unless you tell me,” he said.
“Well, you know, hands wander and all. Not to mention, when I’m alone.”
Her face was on fire. “It’s only natural,” he said. “Have you ever had oral sex?”
“No,” she said.
“Then you’ll get a few firsts tonight,” he said. “Because I’ve got to taste you and it’s going to get you ready for the rest. You’re in good hands.”
He was wiggling his fingers around. “I’m counting on that.”
How did she get so lucky that he was not only understanding but going to be patient with her too?
He leaned in and kissed her again. It was not what she thought he’d do but then realized he was trying to take her mind off of things.
It was working.
His lips moved to her breasts again, spent more time than she would have liked teasing and playing with her until she was lifting and grinding against him.
It must have been enough clues for him and his hands reached for the button on her jeans, undid it and lowered the zipper, then pulled them down with her panties.
She was naked in front of him now and wanted to be embarrassed but oddly wasn’t.
She couldn’t think of anything because he was on his knees on the floor in front of the bed, and she was still on the side where he’d put her when they entered.
His hands were sliding up her inner thighs, trailing around her hips and back down. Teasing her to the point she wanted to growl.
She might have even let a noise pop out while he continued to do it.
Then his fingers went between her legs and started to move around and she closed her eyes and just let her body feel.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, why?”
“You’re breathing heavily.”
“It feels so good,” she said.
“Then this will feel better.”
It was the only warning she got before she felt his breath on her swollen skin, then his wet tongue touching her.
She lifted up for more and he gave it to her.
While he was tasting her, licking and sucking, she felt some pressure between her legs. More pleasure than pain and realized he was inserting a finger and moving it in and out.
When a second one went in, he started to tap around with his tongue and her eyes rolled back in her head and she felt herself coming undone.
If he thought she was breathing heavily before, it was nothing to the squeaking she was doing as she came harder than she’d ever been able to bring herself to before.
He didn’t stop though, just removed his fingers but continued to taste her.
Lick all around, light feather touches with it and building her up for a second round.
What the heck? That had never happened before either.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Hot. Crazy. My nerves are on end.”
“Good,” he said. “Mine too.”
“How long are you going to torture me before I get to feel all of you?”
“I just wanted to make sure you’re ready for it.”
“I’ve been ready for a while. I want to see you now.”
He removed his jeans and reached into his drawer for a condom. He was still wearing a pair of navy boxer briefs. Her eyes were following his movements and then he turned and dropped them down.
Yeah, he had one hell of a body on him. He was a fit man.
Then she noticed his cock and, though it was big and full, she couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her.
“You still want to do this?”
“Ahhh, yeah,” she said. “You can’t tease me with that and not do anything about it.”
He laughed and opened the condom and then covered himself. “Move up on the bed.”
She scooted up and he climbed on, then got over her, putting his weight on his hands, his mouth going to hers.
He kissed her for what seemed like minutes and she found herself lifting up against him again.
It must have been the sign he was waiting for and nudged his leg between hers, found her opening and slowly slid in.
It was tight but not horrible.
The pleasure she was feeling was much more than the pressure.
“Still okay?” he asked.
“Stop talking, Coy, and just do it. We’ll both feel better after. I’m fine.”
He crushed his mouth with hers and then thrust in fast. There was a brief feeling of pain and then it was gone.
Just the thought of him inside of her had her moving up and down.
They were kissing frantically and it seemed that was all he needed to move his hips.
Not hard and fast but slow and steady.
Talk about body control because she sure the heck didn’t have it as she wanted so much more than what he was giving her.
He didn’t make her wait long though. It was as if he knew her body better than she knew her own, and before she could figure out what was happening, she came again.
She was moaning and trying to keep up with him but gave up and let him do his thing so she could feel it all.
That was when he started to move faster, almost jerky in his movements, but it was only a few thrusts before he grunted and all but landed on top of her as if his arms gave out.
He rolled fast and had her on his chest though.
What a feeling it was to be lying there like that.
Her hand was tracing the muscles on his shoulders, but the silence in the room was killing her.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “Just trying to catch my breath. You’re a lot of work.”
She reared up and looked at his face, but he was smiling at her.
“I won’t be next time.”
“I don’t care if you are,” he said. “You’re worth it.”