Eight
eight
Tegan
T his night belongs to me. Of course I’ve thought about the official losing of my virginity, imagined how it would happen, what kind of man I’d choose. Now I’ve made my decision and faced with the actual moment, all my imaginary plans have disappeared with Rhone’s kisses. I need more of the way he kisses. I don’t know how I can feel both satisfied and so needy at the same time. “Kiss me again.”
“Willingly. If I may make a suggestion?”
“I wish you would. I’m a little out of my depth here. I’m not sure what to do.”
“First, my sweetness, just relax. You said you’ve used toys?” He waits for me to nod then continues. “So you know how it feels to come?”
It’s oddly embarrassing to answer this. “Yes.”
“I promise it will be different with me. Better. And your pleasure starts now.” He turns me around and softly slaps my butt. “Off to the bedroom you go.”
He follows and once I’ve turned on one of the bedside lights he wraps his arms around my waist from behind. He glances around the room, then turns us so we face the long mirror on my closet door. “We need to see how ready you are for me.”
While he nips and draws designs on my neck with his tongue, he gathers the fabric of my skirt, slowly exposing my legs until I can see my panties. One hand slides to cup my mound. “Has anyone touched you here before?”
There’s the hint of a growl in his voice and I answer softly. “Only through my clothes. And only a couple times. I’ve never gone further.”
“Good.” His fingers move in a soft caress and I have a brief moment of worry. I have a bikini wax. Will he like that? Would he like me better smooth? Or maybe natural?
“Relax, Tegan. It doesn’t matter.”
“What doesn’t?”
“Whatever you’re worried about. Your panties are damp. That’s a good start. Take ‘em off. Everything goes. I need to see you wearing nothing but your skin.”
His words raise chill bumps all over my body and I stare into his reflected eyes. “You might have to let go for me to get undressed.”
“Nuh uh. Not gonna happen.” He slides his fingers under the elastic of my panties then shoves the satin over my hips and down to my knees. “That’s a start, sweetness. Keep going.”
Wiggling my legs makes the underwear slip to the floor but also rubs my thighs together, increasing the mounting pressure of desire sparking in my lady bits.
“Now the dress.” After unfastening the front buttons, I take the crumpled skirt from him and as I pull it over my head, his hands follow to cup my breasts. He finds my peaked nipples and dances his thumbs back and forth across them. Silently begging for more, I arch into his hands.
“Look at yourself, Tegan. See how beautiful you are with passion rising in your body.” He rubs his denim covered hard cock against my butt. “This is how you affect me. Now lose the bra.”
Thank god it’s got a front clasp so he doesn’t have to allow space between us for me to finish getting naked. We stand silent for a long minute watching as he tugs my nipples to hard, sensitive peaks.
“What about you?” I ask. “Surely I’m not the only one who’s gonna be naked tonight.”
His rough chuckle sends shards of need straight to my clit. He turns me and takes my mouth in a slow, deep kiss, the slow sweep of his tongue is a promise. “We’ll be skin to skin soon enough. Time for you to get on the bed.”
Oh thank god. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach into the bedside stand for the condoms I’d purchased for this moment. I’d already opened the box to save time so retrieved one and held it out to him.
He stares at my offering while he takes off his shirt. “Thanks, sweetness, but we don’t need that yet.”
“But—”
“You’re not ready for me.”
“I am.”
With a wicked grin he kneels in front of me. Sliding his hands from my knees to my thighs, he spreads my legs. “I need to make sure. Lift your legs over my shoulders.”
Oh my god. He’s going to… I yelp when he kisses my mound then parts the folds with a sweep of his tongue. My surprise morphs to sighs and moans and I collapse back on the bed. He wraps his arms over my thighs to stop my squirming. He’s relentless in teasing my clit and a sudden, amazing orgasm bursts over me.
I’m still floating in ecstasy when he lifts his head. “That’s good, Tegan. This time I’m going to use my fingers. Get you ready to take me.”
He licks a path from my clit to my entrance and hums. “You taste so good, honey. I could do this forever and die a happy man.”
The darting of his tongue has me reaching to spear my fingers through his hair. Hold him in place. “More.”
Chuckling, he spreads my folds and blows a cool breath across my heated skin. “I want more, too.” One of his long fingers traces around my entrance then slides deep inside me. After a few strokes he adds a second. “That’s good. You’re almost ready.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about, I’m more than ready to come again. It’s rare for me to come more than once in my solo playtimes so this second building of pressure amazes me. Then he curls his fingers and strokes inside me. “Rhone. God, Rhone. That.”
“Like that?”
“Yes, oh yes.”
“How about this?” His lips trail over my mound then circle my clit. He sucks and my hips arch high, almost dislodging him. “Yes, honey, that’s it. Feel what I’m doing to you.” he encourages, his lips moving against me. With his firm inner strokes, I shatter again. I swear I see stars behind my closed eyes.
With a gentle caress, I feel him move away. I don’t even have the energy to complain. I hear the slightly rough sound of denim brushing against itself then the bed dips at my side. “Can you scoot around, sweetness?”
I don’t open my eyes as I shift so my head is on a pillow. Rhone stretches beside me, close but not touching. “Tegan? Are you doing okay?”
I turn my head and open one eye to his concerned expression. “Yes. But I’m still a virgin.”
“We’ll need that condom now. Will you put it on me?” He digs in the box then hands me the small packet.
“Obviously I don’t have any experience, uh, dressing a cock.”
He lays on his back with his hands behind his head. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”
For a long minute I simply enjoy looking at his body. He’s lean with working man muscles, not those over emphasized ridges that come from a gym. His cock rises from a thatch of dark hair to rest on his belly. It twitches as if knowing I’m watching. “You’ve got a handsome cock there, Mr. Landon.”
“Maybe. Never considered it handsome. Now, impatient, that I know.”
Taking the hint, I open the packet and position the latex disc. Rhone covers my hand with his and together we roll on the protection. Then he lays me back and kisses me. Nibbles and soothes my skin with his teeth and tongue. Plays with my nipples until I’m gasping in pleasure. I’m ready again. Ready for more.
“How do you want to do this, sweetness? You can ride me and have more control. Or we could?—”
I cover his mouth with my fingers. “This might sound old fashioned. Or really vanilla, Or whatever. I’ve always thought my first time would be facing my partner. Oh, I definitely want to try other positions later. But this time…”
“Tell me if something doesn’t feel good.”
Tugging on his shoulders, I encourage him to settle in the cradle of my thighs. “I’ve used toys. Not like there’s a cherry to break or anything.”
His chuckle is rough and vibrates from his chest to mine. “Tegan, what am I going to do with you?”
“Hopefully you’re going to de-virginize me. Soon.”
Something flashes in his eyes then disappears. His renewed attention to my body sends any concerns up in flame. He stokes me higher until I’m ready to beg. Then he takes my hand and wraps it around his cock. “Guide me in.”
Holding his gaze, I position his tip at my entrance and nod. With one long, agonizingly slow stroke he fills me. Braced on his hands, he looks down and I follow his gaze to where we’re joined. God, it’s one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen. Experienced.
Until he starts to move. Slowly at first, while his tongue dances into my mouth with the same rhythm. He angles his hips, lowers his upper body with his forearms at either side of my head and increases the speed of his thrusts..
“Wrap your legs around my hips, honey.”
I do and it opens me wider. He fills me deeper. Each stroke brushes the inner bundle of nerves.
“Oh. Oh, Rhone. I think… I might come again.”
“I’m… counting on it, Tegan…God woman, you feel so good. So tight around me. So slick and hot.”
The praise tightens the spiral of sensations and my moans rival the groaning bedsprings. Our sweat covered bodies meet and slide together. I lower my feet to the mattress to push up against his strokes. My fingers claw at Rhone’s flexing ass, trying to bring him closer. Deeper. “More…”
He slips one hand between our writhing bodies and finds my aching clit. “Come for me, ahh… my perfect…come…”
His firm press ignites the spark and my back arches stiffly. My mouth opens on a silent scream that vibrates through me. Rhone grimaces and the muscles in his neck strain as he pounds into me then groans his release. I can feel him jerk inside me and I sigh with odd, contentment.
When our breathing nears normal, he presses his forehead to mine. “You okay, Tegan?”
“I am so okay. I had no idea. My imagination wasn’t good enough.”
He shakes his head and chuckles. “Glad I did a good job.”
I take a chance. “Oh? Do you think your job is over?”
His lips twitch before he drops a kiss to my cheek. “You did say one de-virginizing.”
“But we only did it the one way.” I push out my lower lip to a pout. “There’s got to be a first time for other positions, other…activities.”
“Why don’t you make a list and we’ll see what we can do about it.”
Still joined, he angles us so we’re facing each other on our sides and we kiss for a long time. This man can kiss. I feel him twitch inside me. “Rhone?”
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulls out and I bite back sudden tears at the feeling of emptiness. “Be right back. Don’t move.”
He disappears down the hall and I hear water running in the bathroom. Then there’s a long moment of silence before he returns and sits on the edge of the bed. He holds up a damp washcloth. “Allow me?”
Even though we just had sex, having him tenderly run the washcloth over the area is a little embarrassing. Especially when he hits a spot that feels a little tender. “I’m sorry, sweetness. You’re bound to be a little sore or tender.”
“I was hoping for another round.”
“So you’re going to go from virgin to insatiable in one night?”
I bat my eyes at him. “Maybe.”
“Then we both need a little recovery. I have something that might help.”
Hoping for I don’t know what, I sit up. “What.”
He bends then straighten holding the glass candy cane.
Sharp disappointment settles in my belly. “What’s that for? I’d rather not get out the toys tonight. I only… only want you.”
“And me you shall have. This will help with recovery. Lay back.”
I give him a doubtful look.
“Trust me, honey. Lay back.” I do as he asks and he drags the end of the cane over my thigh.
“Yikes. That’s cold.”
“It was in the freezer. The cold will ease your muscles here.” He lays the glass along the area where my leg meets my groin. It does feel good. “And here.” The curve of the cane rests against my inner folds.
I sigh and hold it in place with my hand over his. “How did it get in the freezer?”
He ducks his head. “I put it in there the night you asked me to destroy your v-card. Sex uses muscles differently than we’re accustomed to so I thought the possible relief was a good idea.”
“A good idea. Yes.” I yawn. “Sorry.”
“Scootch over.” He lays next to me, spooning my body against his while holding the candy cane in place. Then he tugs the blanket over us and cocoons us together. My fuzzy brain wonders what kind of metamorphosis we might experience. I already feel changed. Not really from the sex, but by the love I feel for the man who gave himself so freely to me.
Rhone kisses my hair. “Sleep for a little bit, sweetness. When you wake up, we’ll have Chinese then see where we feel like going from there.”