Chapter 7
7
ANA
I barely had time to think before his head lowered and his mouth was on mine, his lips pressing against me with an almost frenzied desperation.
I felt that desperation too. It had been slowly building from the second I met him. And as our mouths came together, I knew this wasn’t normal.
I’d kissed a guy a couple of times. Once was at a school dance, when a boy forced a kiss on me on the dance floor. I’d been too polite to turn him away, but I’d gotten out of the situation as quickly as possible. I was definitely not into that guy.
The other had been a seven-minutes-in-heaven situation, where we were locked in the closet with friends outside. But he also wasn’t someone I was interested in.
No, this may as well have been my first kiss. It was the first one I went into eagerly, and the first one with a guy I was really, really, really attracted to.
But what I was most aware of was the feel of his hands moving over my bare back just above my panty line. Even in the water, I felt his body heat as his rough fingers moved over my soft skin.
I let out a sigh against his mouth, and that deepened the kiss. It also led his hands to wander upward, toward my bra clasp. It reminded me of all the stories my friends told of guys struggling to get their bras off while they were making out. I’d been envious, imagining whatever boy I was crushing on doing the same, but I had no idea just how hot this stuff could be.
He popped the clasp effortlessly, then tugged on my straps, pulling them down. I was vaguely aware of my bra, which might float off, but Carter would retrieve it for me. He’d be my hero.
All those thoughts vanished immediately when he pulled me against him, my bare breasts pressed tight against the solid wall of his chest. I felt his bulge and knew that this had him just as worked up as me.
It was only then that I realized his weren’t the only hands that could roam. So far, my hands had been solidly planted on his shoulders, except when I’d lowered them to remove my bra. Now I moved them down his arms, pulling away from him slightly to explore his chest.
We didn’t break the kiss through all of this. It was almost like a game—keep our mouths fused, no matter what we did.
Finally, though, he broke the kiss. When he looked down at me, the passion in his eyes took my breath. I’d always wanted someone to look at me like that, but I’d never imagined how good it would feel, just knowing he wanted me. He was having to struggle to hold himself back from rushing this forward.
That was when it hit me. There was something I hadn’t told him.
“I, uh—” he said at the same time I said, “Carter.”
“You go first,” he said.
“I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’m prepared and all. I’m on birth control. Have been for a few years.” I laughed. “I guess it was wishful thinking.”
“Holy fuck,” he said.
That wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. But I couldn’t say what I would have expected his response to be. I lowered my gaze, and maybe he took that as a sign I was embarrassed. I wasn’t. I just had no idea what to say.
“You’ve never done this before?” he asked. “You’re a virgin?”
I nodded and lifted my gaze again. The heat in his eyes had shifted. Now it was warmth, compassion, and…something else. Pity?
No. It wasn’t that. Appreciation? Respect? Yes, that was closer to what I was seeing there.
“I just…” I shrugged. “I figured you should know before we, you know, went too far.”
“Yeah,” he said. “But we have to get out of here.”
Panic took over my body, freezing me. I couldn’t move, think, or speak. I was surprised I was even breathing.
He wanted to hit the pause button on this. We’d come all this way on a boat, but hearing I was a virgin had him desperately seeking a way out of this whole situation.
“Your first time shouldn’t be in the water,” he said. “I was going to try to figure out how to do this standing up, but I had no idea.”
“Standing up sounds sexy.”
I smiled, relieved he wasn’t bailing. He was thinking about my comfort. Or maybe he just wanted to make it romantic. That meant everything to me right now.
He shook his head. “I’m worried about the pain. I need to lay you out somewhere, so we can do this slowly. Okay?”
I nodded. He was more experienced, although I didn’t know if he’d ever been with a virgin before. I didn’t want to hear about any of his past relationships—whether they were serious or just physical. I wanted to pretend, just for now, that I was the only woman he’d ever be with.
He stepped back. Under the water, I saw him reach toward me, his hand sliding along my arm and taking my hand in his. And that was how we walked toward the shore, side by side. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure he could hear it.
When we reached land, he gestured toward a particularly plush patch of land. The grass was thick there. It would be comfortable for me. He was looking out for that, first and foremost.
I lay flat on the ground, staring up at the stars, counting them as he knelt beside me. He didn’t climb on top of me, though. He just settled on the ground, propping himself up on one arm as he looked down at me. His hand went straight to my face, turning it toward his as he lowered his mouth to mine again.
This time, the kiss was sweet. It lacked the passion of before, but that made it even better. The tenderness told me he cared.
Slowly, his hand began moving toward my neck and over my shoulder. He grazed my breast, and I sighed against his mouth. This felt even better than what he’d done in the water.
When his thumb found my nipple, I sucked in a breath. He moved around it, continuing to explore my mouth with his tongue. The kisses intensified, and I wasn’t sure if I ramped it up or he did. All I knew was, I didn’t want it to stop. Ever.
I missed his touch when he began trailing his hand downward over my stomach, toward the waistband of my underwear. I knew better things were coming, but what he’d been doing to my nipple just felt so darn good.
His fingers slowly inched beneath the elastic waistband of my underwear, then moved downward. This time, he didn’t tease. He went straight for my pussy, sliding his finger inside and no doubt finding me very, very wet.
He didn’t stay inside me, though. Instead, he moved his index finger to a spot at the very top of my pussy, and that was when my back arched and I unintentionally broke the kiss. I just needed to be able to breathe. What he was doing to me was making it almost impossible.
“That’s it, darling,” he said, putting his mouth close to my ear. “You’re so wet. You’re so fucking hot. I want you to come for me. I want you to come all over my finger.”
Those words had me tilting my chin up, eyes closed, and biting my lip as I let him take me upward. It was like I was on a rollercoaster. I knew I’d hit a peak at some point. When I did, it was going to be amazing.
I’d been told for the past decade or so that orgasms were the best sensation ever, and I was about to find out for the first time. I already had no doubt that would be true.
“Oh, fuck,” I heard myself say as sensations raced through my body.
It started between my legs but radiated outward. It was more than just the gentle vibration I felt in the area he was touching. It was as though I was breathing better—the same feeling I’d gotten stepping out of the car when I arrived in Seduction Summit, only multiplied by a thousand.
And then that rollercoaster started its inevitable slide downward. But it wasn’t a disappointment because I knew that was the first of many orgasms I’d experience—both on my own and from him. I probably had at least one more in store tonight.
Yeah, if he kept this up, I would definitely never be able to leave his side.