Chapter 8
8
DARBY
I ’d never, in a million years, imagined a man’s erection would feel like this. He was thick and long and as hard as steel.
As I stroked him, I felt powerful. A thrill went through me, knowing I could turn on this big and strong and smart and handsome man with just a touch.
I wanted to taste it, but that could come later. He was already gently nudging my hand away, and I knew why. If I kept this up, he’d come, and he wanted to do that inside me.
“It’s going to be painful, isn’t it?” I asked as I rose on my knees and reached between us to position him at my entrance.
His eyes squeezed closed, and he nodded. I felt bad. He was clearly ready to plunge inside me, but I was terrified of the pain. I took a deep breath and lowered myself onto him.
His eyes popped open. “Wait. I don’t have protection.”
“I don’t either.”
Oh, crap. I didn’t want this to end. But I also wouldn’t mind getting pregnant. It might be too soon for him, though. Maybe he didn’t even want kids. We hadn’t discussed it. We needed to discuss it. Soon. But not now.
“I’ll pull out,” he said.
That was when I knew what I had to do. I nodded.
“Let me know when you get closer,” I said. “I’ll take care of finishing you.”
I didn’t know if he knew what I had in mind, but he seemed to accept it because he gave a nod and closed his eyes again. He was no doubt bracing himself for holding back until I could get through the pain.
Telling myself it was like jumping in a cold pool or ripping off an adhesive bandage, I took him in deep…and immediately regretted it. Pain shot through me, and I had to grip his shoulders and take deep, slow breaths to push past it.
I’d pulled up a little, hoping that whatever I’d done wouldn’t make it impossible to continue. That would suck. He gave me all the time I needed, not moving, not opening his eyes, just waiting patiently as I bounced on him, pushing him slightly deeper with each movement.
The pain didn’t go away, but it wasn’t quite as sharp, and soon it dulled to an annoying throb. That was when I did something I’d never imagined I’d do in front of a man. I began touching myself—first my breasts, then the area he’d rubbed with his thumb only a few minutes ago.
It didn’t feel good at first, probably because other parts of me were still aching. But soon enough, the tingles that had gone through my pussy before were spreading again.
My hips began moving almost on their own, responding to my touch. It felt like I’d unlocked the secret to happiness. I could do this all day, every day. Why hadn’t I discovered it before?
But now I had this man. I knew without a doubt he’d be happy to satisfy me anytime I wanted.
It took a few extra minutes—probably because I had to overcome the pain first—but soon enough, I was once again building toward an orgasm. Seconds after I first noticed the signs, I cried out again as my entire body heated and my pussy pulsated. I didn’t let up, riding my climax all the way to the end.
When the sensations slowed to a gradual stop, I finally opened my eyes and found him watching me, the heat in his stare impossible to ignore. He liked what he saw. It made him want me even more.
I returned my hands to his shoulders and resumed moving on him. This was all about Lucas. It was his turn.
I couldn’t help but notice his eyes were on my chest as I moved up and down on him, my breasts bouncing with each movement. Finally, he reached up with one hand and cupped my right breast, then began moving his thumb over my nipple.
He watched me, seeming to marvel at what he was seeing. It was as though he’d never seen a pair of breasts before. I knew that wasn’t true, but maybe he found mine more beautiful than any he’d seen.
Or maybe it was just that he found everything about me beautiful—just as I did everything about him. It was this intense attraction we had for each other.
Finally, he moved his hand back to my hips, gently clutching them as he guided my movements—not forcing me to go deeper than I was comfortable going, but letting me know how fast he wanted it. It threw me off, though, when he gently nudged me upward, and I remembered I’d asked him to let me know when he got close. He was getting close.
I gave him a naughty smile as I climbed off him, taking the throw with me. But settling into the right position was more challenging than I could have imagined. It was hard to situate myself between his legs so I could easily reach him. Seeming to understand my struggles, he scooted forward, his hands settling on the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair.
Watching him, I slid his erection into my mouth, using my tongue and my lips to bring deep breaths and moans. Every reaction from him excited me a little more. Not a sexual sort of excitement—more of a thrill of achievement. And this was my first try. I was bound to only get better, especially as I got to know what he liked in bed.
“Fuck,” he said.
And that was when his cock started to throb and he pumped warm liquid all the way to my throat. I’d read about women doing this to men and how much they liked it, and I saw why. It wasn’t that I enjoyed it as much as I loved his expression when I pulled back and looked up at him. Oh yeah, he definitely liked that.
“Damn, you’re hot,” he said. “Where have you been all my life?”
Too young for him until now, but I didn’t say that out loud. Age didn’t matter when you had a connection this strong.
This was the beginning of our life together. And I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.