20. Standard procedure
Standard procedure
Mike
Okay, I’m not a saint.
Yes, it was too soon for her. I knew that. I knew it was wrong. But having the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen in real life naked underneath me, knowing that I was the only one she wanted, having dreamed about her for months , there was simply no way I was strong enough to do the right thing.
After breaking the kiss, my mouth moved to her jaw then across to her ear, returning the bite she gave me earlier. As soon as her mouth was free, she started talking in that breathless needy voice again.
“I’m on the oral contraceptive pill,” she told me.
“The dosage of ethinylestradiol is 30?micrograms and Levonorgestrel is 50?micrograms. I’ve been taking it for the recommended time period to ensure efficacy.
And I bought condoms. I bought all the condoms. There was a lot of choice.
I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got a wide range.
So that side of things is covered. Also, if you’re on some sort of tight timeframe, we could keep the after-sex part to a minimum.
I did some research, and I know some men don’t want to be crowded, so I can?—”
She only broke off when I sealed my mouth over hers again. It was as if she was arguing her case in a court of law.
As if I needed convincing.
As if I’d be worried I was going to have to waste my time. Fuck.
“Vicky,” I said against her mouth. “Shut up, gorgeous. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
She shivered underneath me, and I grinned before moving down her neck with my mouth.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked in a shaky voice.
I’d made it to her smooth stomach now, paused briefly to tug her skirt fully off, and then kissed from her hip across to her centre.
“Oh my God!” She arched off the bed when I licked her. “Is this standard… uh, standard procedure?”
I grinned before licking her again, using one of my blunt fingers to test how tight she was as my mouth focused on her clit. The answer was she was very bloody tight, and I was not a small man. I felt a twinge of unease but then refocused my efforts, bringing her right back to the edge.
“Mike, Mike, Mike,” she chanted my name like a prayer as her hands sank into my hair, her whole body trembling. “I can’t… it’s not… ah!” She flew apart with a scream, everything under my tongue contracting, and her whole body jerking with the force of it.
I moved up her body slowly, keeping my hand cupping her with some light pressure there.
The drugged look of pleasure on her face made me feel ten feet tall.
“I need you inside me,” she breathed, trying to pull me down on top of her again. “Please Mike, I’m yours. Please.”
I could feel how slick and wet she was under my hand. It might be too soon, but I knew she was ready for me.
“Okay, baby,” I said, my voice now a low growl, my body aching with the tension of holding back. All I wanted to do was plough into her, but the memory of how tight she was and the concern I would cause her pain helped me keep control.
“Condoms,” I muttered.
I was clean, but she’d mentioned the condoms, and knowing how Vicky researched everything, I expected that she would want to use them.
“Top drawer of the bedside cabinet,” she said.
I kissed her and pulled back, getting to my feet by the side of the bed. I opened the drawer and despite the tension in the room, I let out a surprised laugh.
“You weren’t joking when you said you bought them all.” The drawer had every make, size and flavour of condom known to man.
“I didn’t want to get it wrong,” she said in a small voice, and I choked back the rest of my laughter. Her face was red again, and the last thing I wanted was for her to feel embarrassed.
“You did a great job, love,” I said as I grabbed one at random then pushed down my trousers and boxers in one.
Vicky’s eyes went wide as she stared at me. The colour drained from her face, and she swallowed.
I frowned at her as I kicked my trousers away.
“Hey,” I said gently, and she tore her eyes away from my cock to my face as I moved back to the bed to lie beside her. “We don’t have to do anything else today. Okay? If you’ve changed your mind, then that’s totally cool.”
She flicked a glance down then back up again before swallowing nervously.
“No, I haven’t changed my mind,” her voice was firm, but I could hear the slight shake to it. “I just wasn’t sure of the exact logistics of everything, er… well, fitting.”
I smiled at her. “It’ll fit.”
“Er, okay.” She didn’t sound convinced.
I pushed her light blonde hair back again and kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Let’s pause everything for the moment.” I wasn’t sure that my dick would ever fully recover, but I was sure that I wanted Vicky fully on board if we were going to do this.
A look of determination came over her face, and she surprised me by pushing me back and then climbing on top of me, her heat now resting against my cock.
“No,” she said in that stubborn voice. “I can’t wait. I need you, and I…” My hands were at her hips now, and I was moving her against me in a slow rhythm. “Oh, I… yes, that’s…” she broke off with a small moan that almost snapped my control.
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged as she started to take over the rhythm, her body instinctively knowing what she needed. “That’s a good girl .” She moaned again, her clit rubbing the underside of my cock in an almost desperate pattern.
“Mike,” she breathed. “I need you inside, but I’m not sure I know what I’m doing this way up. I think?—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I flipped her over to her back, keeping the pressure and the rhythm going once she was settled underneath me.
“I-I’m ready,” she said as her eyes rolled back. “Please, Mike. I think I’m ready.” I paused to roll the condom on and then finally, I was right there.
“Okay, okay,” I muttered, panting with the effort of holding myself back, every muscle in my body strung tight. “I can’t… Vicky, are you sure you?—?”
She reached up then and pulled my head down so she could speak in my ear.
“Please, Mike. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. I want it to be you. I need you inside me.”
That was it. Those words snapped my control completely.
I pushed slowly into her tight, slick heat, checking with her as I did.
She gave me a short nod and a hoarse “yes” before I surged forward, muffling her cry with a kiss.
When I was fully inside her, I held perfectly still, even as my body screamed at me to pound into her.
When I pulled back from the kiss to see tears in her eyes, I froze.
“Oh God, Vicky, I’m so sorry,” I said in horror. “Baby, are you okay?”
“I-I—” she hiccupped on a small sob, and my heart felt like it was being torn from my chest. “I’m not great with pain.
And you seem to be quite… quite well endowed.
I feel like I’ve been sort of torn open, and the pressure is huge, but…
I don’t know, now that you’re there and it’s done, I…
well, the pressure feels right . Achy and full, but good… maybe?”
“Okay, so you’re not in pain now?” I gritted my teeth with the effort of staying still with her tightness around me.
“No, I just feel full. But I also feel like I need more.” She paused and looked up at me with a frown.
“Mike, I don’t mean to tell you your business when clearly, I’m the inexperienced party here, but is it standard procedure to pause in the middle of intercourse for a full-on conversation?
I mean, I thought there was a lot more movement involved? ”
I let out a pained but relieved chuckle. “No, it’s not standard procedure , but I wanted to check you were okay.” Of their own volition, my hips withdrew slightly and then thrust forward again.
Vicky moaned.
“Well, consider me fully checked,” she said in a rush. “So, if you could resume then maybe…uh!”
I started with slow thrusts, watching her carefully to make sure she wasn’t in any more pain. But as her eyes rolled back in her head, and she started to move with me, my control started to slip.
By the time she was moaning my name, her hands gripping my back, I was totally gone. All that was on my mind was claiming her.
The idea that she was mine and mine alone seemed to send me almost feral. I growled into her neck as she tightened underneath me.
“Mike, I’m going to… I—” I could feel her convulsing against me, and it sent me over the edge, my thrusts now erratic, until I came harder than I’d ever experienced in my life.
Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. It almost felt like I might black out from the strength of it.
For a moment, I just collapsed on top of Vicky, my cock still deep inside her, the need to pin her down and claim her still pumping through my veins. Then, as my head cleared, I realised she probably couldn’t breathe and I put weight on my arms to push up and look down at her.
She had a sheen of sweat over her forehead; her eyes were unfocused, her mouth still parted from the small scream she made when she came.
I gave her a brief kiss, then she whimpered as I pulled out.
Without thinking, I moved quickly off the bed and to her bathroom to deal with the condom.
My chest tightened at the sight of a not-insignificant amount of blood.
I made a snap decision, grabbed a flannel—unfortunately white, but then everything in this house was white—wet it with warm water, then strode back into the bedroom.
When I made it back there, Vicky was sitting up in bed, holding the sheets up to her neck. Her usually perfect hair was a mass of tangled blonde down her back and over her shoulders, there was some mascara under both eyes.
She looked unsure, small, vulnerable and more beautiful than I’d ever seen her before.
“Um, so… that was very satisfactory,” she said, her voice shaky. “I mean, from my point of view, it was. Obviously, with my lack of experience, you may not be of the same opinion. I’m not sure of the protocol from this point on.” She swallowed nervously. “If you want to leave, then I?—”
“I’m not fucking leaving, Vicky,” I said, striding over to her.
She blew out a relieved breath, and my heart felt like it broke a little.
This woman had such low expectations that she expected me to take her virginity and then just swan out of the door.
I sat on the bed next to her and reached for the covers, pulling them out of her grip. “Lie back down, baby,” I said softly.
“Er… w-why?”
“Just lie back for a moment.”
She hesitated but then rested back on the pillow behind her. “W-what are you do?—?”
She squeaked as I moved her legs apart and gently reached down with the flannel. Once I’d sorted that, I folded up the cloth to hide the blood and chucked it into the bin for me to deal with later.
Vicky was sitting bolt upright, looking at me with wide eyes. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she whispered.
“This is all standard procedure,” I told her, bending the truth a little—I’d never done that before in my life, but then, I’d never slept with someone as wonderful as Vicky before, either.
“Oh, er… right.”
I pulled her to me as I lay on the bed beside her, until her head was resting on my chest, and her small body was gathered close to me in my arms.
“Um…” She hummed. “Is this all standard procedure as well?”
“Oh yes,” I said, smiling up at the ceiling as I felt her softness relax into me, and her tension gradually draining away. “Very much so, love.”