Chapter 11PATIENCE
Chapter 11
PATIENCE
My body was achy in ways I’d never experienced before. His fingers were laced with mine, and I felt like I was touching an electric fence that had enough voltage to make my blood thrum through my veins.
When he pulled into the driveway, I was ready to bolt from the fear that I would end up making a fool of myself. But Tucker had other plans. He lifted our hands to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of my knuckles. “Let me get your door.”
I nodded and licked my lips nervously as he released my hand and hopped out of his new but used truck. Nervously, I fidgeted as I waited for him to round the hood of the truck and open the door.
He opened the door for me, and I slid out in front of him. “Where do you want to go, Patience? Safely tucked up into your room where you can get some sleep, or safely tucked into mine where you won’t?”
The bottom fell out of my stomach at his words. No sleep meant sex, and for the first time, I was all for the idea. At twenty-one, I was the oldest virgin I knew. Most people punched that V-card when they were in high school, but I’d kept mine intact, waiting for the right man to take that honor.
Tucker was the right man.
“I’m not tired,” I finally worked up the courage to say after several moments of pregnant silence. My voice was a little shaky with nerves, but I wanted this. I wanted him.
He leaned down to where his lips were hovering just above mine and whispered, “I was hoping you would say that.”
Tucker wasted no time claiming my mouth in a hot kiss. Those damn butterflies were back in full fluttering force, and this time, my knees were trembling along with them. If he didn’t have a hold on me, I would have been a puddle of aroused mush on the ground.
He lightened up on the kiss, giving me a few lingering pecks before pulling back. “Let’s take this upstairs, Patience.”
I took his offered hand and followed him to the apartment above the garage. He closed the truck door behind us and hit the lock button on the key fob. The sound it made was loud in the quiet around us. I was in front of him as we climbed up the stairs to the apartment. I could feel his gaze on my backside as his hands cupped my hips.
Need and desire poured through every cell in my body. It felt like everything had been building to this point since the moment we met. He wasn’t far off with his volcano analogy, because that’s how I felt. It was like there was a hair trigger pressure plate deep inside me that was just waiting for someone to release it.
I stepped aside at the top of the stairs and let Tucker on the landing so he could unlock the door. I’d been in this apartment a lot over the years, but coming up with Tucker, with the anticipation of having sex, made it feel like I was walking into this place for the very first time.
My heart was pounding as I stepped forward and followed him inside. I knew that no matter what happened down the road, I was going to remember this night and this man.
“You look like you’re about to bolt. You sure you want to do this?” he asked, leaning against the still open door like he was giving me another chance to back out, but I didn’t want to back out. I wanted him for as long as I could have him.
“I’m sure,” I replied softly, reaching for the door to push it closed. He let me take the first steps forward before helping me shut the door and invading my space. My senses were on high alert and the smell of him, raw, masculine and fresh soap, was intoxicating.
I looked up at him. My back was against the door, right where he maneuvered me. He was standing over me, his green eyes alight with a hunger so fierce it took my breath away. Tucker’s hand cupped my neck as his thumb caressed my jaw. His head dipped as his lips covered mine in a long, deep, sensual kiss. I opened for him and his tongue slid inside my mouth… tempting… tasting… taking.
My hands bracketed his waist as I held on to steady myself, and to keep from drowning in his kiss. I moaned into his mouth when he pushed his long, hard body against mine, wedging me firmly between him and the door. Heat rushed through me and pooled into my core. My pussy grew wetter and needier with every passing second his lips were locked on mine.
I whimpered when I felt his hands slide down my back until he cupped my ass and upper thighs in his large grip. Tucker bent his knees and effortlessly lifted me up. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him as he carried me from the living room to the bedroom, still locked in the kiss that was only whetting my appetite for the man holding me in his arms.
“Damn, that sound was sexy as fuck,” he rasped, pulling his mouth away from mine briefly when I mewed with pleasure.
“This feels so good.” I gasped out when his lips trailed kisses down my neck as he lowered me to the mattress.
“Oh baby, this is just the beginning.” He gave me a smile and nipped at my neck with his teeth. I shuddered against him as if the small bite short circuited my body’s electrical system, causing a cascading surge of pleasure.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he was kneeling on the floor in front of me. His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, gathering the fabric as he pushed it up. I raised my hands above my head to help him get the fabric off, leaving me in nothing but my baby pink bra. It wasn’t lacy or cute, just plain and functional, but the way he stared at me made me feel like I was walking down the runway wearing Victoria Secret’s finest.
My breasts weren’t huge, but I had a handful, enough that it gave me a little bit of cleavage. I always wanted a bigger chest, but the desire and approval on Tucker’s face gave me an inner confidence to move forward, something I’d never felt with any other man.
Tucker placed a kiss on the curve of each of my breasts, gently sucking and nibbling on the skin. Deftly, his hand fiddled with the clasps on my back, and he unhooked the bra easily. It fell forward, exposing my hardened nipples and heaving chest as I tried to catch my breath.
“Damn, you are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he caught one of my nipples in his mouth, gently sucking it into the heated, wet warmth. Each pull of his mouth on my nipple had my body rocking against his to relieve the ache that raged between my legs.
I tunneled my fingers into his hair, holding onto him as he went from one nipple to the next. My head fell back as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed and the heat of his body. I wanted more, so much more.
“Tucker. Please.” I whimpered with need, knowing what was building inside me. I may be innocent, but I knew that the winding pressure I was feeling coiled tight inside me was my body working its way up to a release. God, I wanted that release. I wanted it bad. “Tucker,” I cried out his name again, half moan, half plea.
“Patience is a virtue, baby.”
“Not when I need you this much, it’s not,” I rasped out.
He chuckled, and the vibrations added to the tightening coil. I was a spring ready to be sprung. Tucker reached for my belt and slowly started removing the rest of my clothes. When I tried to speed up the process, he glared at me and slowed down even more.
“I thought you said you never left any of your women with a bummed beaver. Gotta say, my beaver is definitely bummed right now. So bummed it’s crying.”
Tucker grinned and nipped at my pebbled nipple with his teeth. “Your beaver isn’t crying, Baby. It’s salivating because it knows what’s coming and is eagerly awaiting the pleasure it’s going to get.”
“Promises. Promises,” I muttered, not wanting to wait to feel him inside me anymore. I was ready for him. It felt like I’d been waiting my whole life for Tucker Roth—for this moment with him. I was beyond ready for what was about to happen. It’s like my body knew he was what I needed all along.
When he finally had me naked, Tucker kissed his way up my leg, paying special attention to the spot just behind my knee. I had no clue that spot could be so sensitive, but he exploited the pleasure point and I used my other leg, wrapping it around his shoulder, to pull him even closer.
Tucker treated that movement as a sign, switching to my other knee, giving it the same treatment before continuing farther up my thighs with swipes of his tongue and nips of his teeth. He cupped my thighs and spread me wide open. I moved my hand to cover myself because nobody’s seen me down there except my doctor, and that in and of itself was embarrassing.
He didn’t let me hide from his gaze, though. Tucker simply took my hand and put it on the back of his head before pulling my hips toward his face. The first lap of his tongue against my heated, wet flesh was electrifying. I gasped his name and fell back onto the bed as he lashed at my slit with his tongue.
My legs tightened around his head, my hips rocking with their own volition. I didn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away because the magnitude of the pleasure he’s causing was off the charts in its intensity.
“Ahhhh!” I screeched hoarsely when he sucked my clit into this mouth and teased it with his tongue. My hips writhed beneath his ministrations and he just rolled with each movement. “Oh God,” I cried, feeling that pleasure and pressure build farther.
I was so fucking close. I could feel that spring about to pop. That dam was about to burst, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for the magnitude of it—even if I craved it. But Tucker pulled away, and I wanted to hit him. I cried out with unfulfilled need. My eyes, that were closed, popped open in time to see him push up from his knees to tear his shirt over his head.
His body amazed me. It was sleek and hard, with smooth rolling muscles. You didn’t get much better than that. It was like something right out of a movie or magazine.
I watched as his hands reached for his belt, and he slid the jeans and underwear down over his hips as he toed off one shoe, then the other. His cock was hard and long, and the girth was almost the size of my wrist. Holy hell! He was going to split me open with that thing !
Tucker must have read the fear in my eyes, because he pulled me up and into his arms. I shuddered at the feeling of his naked, heated skin against mine. “It’s okay,” he comforted me, running his hands up and down the length of my back. The calluses on his hands scratched against my skin in a way that felt sinfully amazing.
“Your body is made to take mine, Patience. Do you trust me?” he asked after a few moments.
I didn’t hesitate to nod. I did trust him, and I did want him. Even with the fear I was feeling—I was still anxious to be with him. “I trust you,” I whispered and looked up at him.
Tucker kissed me softly, slowly building me back up into a frenzy before he laid me back on the bed. This time, he followed me down, covering me with his weight. His body pressing me into the mattress was a new sensation, and I loved it. My feet and legs ran up and down the length of his legs, the hair there felt strangely erotic against my skin.
When his hips started rubbing his length against the outside of my slit, a curling thread of desire quickly turned into a raging need. Tucker must have sensed my urgency because he reached down and lined his cock up with my slit, slowly pushing his length into my tight, virgin pussy.
“Oh.” I groaned as my body stretched around the head of his cock. The pinch and stretch of my channel being invaded for the first time was sweet, delicious agony.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Patience.” He paused with just the tip of his cock inside me. Slowly, he pulled out a little before pushing back in. He worked his length in this way until he felt the resistance of my virginity. “This may hurt, but I’ll make it feel good again, okay?” he gritted out, waiting for a nod before he pushed in, breaking through the barrier, and only pausing once he was fully seated inside me—pelvis to pelvis.
Pain and pleasure swirled together as I tried to catch my breath from his entrance. My eyes were tight, and I felt his lips on my cheek as he kissed away the tear that escaped and was rolling down my face.
I opened my eyes and met his concerned gaze. Desire swam in the depths of his eyes, but his concern for me over road the needs of our bodies. He was back to being Prince Charming. “You okay, baby?” He asked, his voice gruff and tight with his restraint.
“Yeah. The pain is fading,” I croaked out. There were so many emotions and sensations I was feeling.
“I’m going to start moving, then. If it hurts too much, tell me, okay?”
When I nodded, he leaned down and kissed me. He pulled out slowly, and my pussy clenched down around his length as he slid out. Tucker groaned and pushed back inside me. The mass of nerve endings he hit as he started slowly thrusting in and out had me clutching onto him. My nails dug into his back as my hips started pumping to meet each of his thrusts.
Together, we get into an ever-increasing rhythm as he powered into me, one thrust after another. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. I lost all sense of time, and everything in the world around me faded away until nothing was there except Tucker and me.
My pussy pulsed around him. We were no longer kissing, but gazing into each other’s eyes with so many unspoken words. “Tucker…” I simply said his name, but I meant so much more.
I cupped his face and brought his lips back to mine, kissing him hungrily with all the pent-up emotions I felt. I was feeling wild and out of control, eager and hungry for more of him—never wanting this to end.
His hand moved between us as he balanced his body on one arm so he wouldn’t crush me with his weight. I felt his fingers as he moved to part the top of my flesh to find my clit. The small circular motions he made over that bundle of nerves caused pleasure to sweep through me. My body shuddered and clenched down tight on his girth in response to his touch.
I released his lips and called out his name loudly, like a prayer, as waves of ecstasy traveled through me. My inner muscles clamped down repeatedly on him as my orgasm took over. I was convulsing and shuddering so hard I thought my heart was going to stop from the intensity of it all.
Tucker thrust one more time deeper and harder within me, his jaw clenched as a serene look of pleasured relief crossed his face. I felt the warmth of his release flowing into me. My body milked his in the rippling aftershocks of my orgasm.
We stayed still and unmoving as we both basked in the glow and warmth of sexual bliss. When Tucker finally rolled to the side, he pulled me with him, half draping me over his body. I burrowed into his heat and let out a sigh of contentment.
“That was—” I couldn’t find the words to say. It was incredible, amazing, intense… Every word I could think of seemed to pale in comparison to what had just happened.
“Yeah, it was,” he agreed, kissing me on the head and taking a deep breath.
“Is it always like that?” I asked, shyly looking up at him.
“No, Patience.” His eyes fill with warmth as if he knew exactly what I was needing. Tucker cupped my cheek and placed a soft, reverent kiss on my lips. “This was so much more.”