Chapter 4
4
ROWE
I shouldn’t have kissed her. Kissing her changed everything for me.
Okay, so from the second I saw Montana, I wanted to get her into bed. But one thing I’d been denying to myself was that this was bigger than that. It was clear now, though, that I could shove my cock into that tight virgin pussy all night, and it wouldn’t get this woman out of my system. There was no turning back from this.
I sat up and turned on the table, hooking my right leg around her and nudging her over in front of me. Then I wrapped both arms around her as I pressed my thighs against her. That was when I touched my lips to hers. I planned to show her romance, passion.
But the second our mouths met, I was done for. Did she feel it too?
And then she ran her hands up my back, and I remembered what my next move was supposed to be. I hopped off the table and gestured for her to replace me up there. I tried not to stare at her mostly naked body as she settled onto it. Instead, I looped a finger on either side of her panties and yanked them down, then tossed them behind me.
“Take off your bra,” I commanded.
Her mouth widened into a smile. She liked being ordered around in the bedroom. Noted.
But my smugness was short-lived. When she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, all my emotions went out the window. It was all about the heat rushing to my dick.
Once the bra was off, all hope of coherent thought was gone too. Her breasts were perfect. Big and full with pale pink tips. I longed to reach out and touch them, but I headed over to that bottle of massage oil—an oil that had felt wet and warm and so damn good when she rubbed it on me.
When I returned to Montana’s side, oil on each palm, she was flat on her back. I didn’t know what to touch first. She was like a gift, stretched out in front of me.
I started with her stomach, rubbing my oil-covered hands over her skin. When she arched her back and sighed, I smiled. It was working. The oil felt as sexy to her as it had to me.
When my hands slid over her breasts, though, I was the one benefiting. Damn, she felt good. I never wanted to stop touching her.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked as I slid my thumb around her areola.
She shook her head, then slammed her eyes shut as my thumb slid over her nipple. I wasn’t sure what turned me on more. Her reaction to my touch or knowing I was the first man to touch her.
Keeping one hand on her breast, I moved the other over her stomach. The oil made the move almost too easy. I had to force my hand to slow down, to draw this out.
“Has anyone ever done this?” I asked, watching my hand as it nudged her thighs apart and cupped the area between them. “Or this?”
I thrust a finger inside her and her back arched. “No,” she gasped. “Oh, God.”
“You’re so tight,” I said as my finger moved in and out of her. “So wet. I can’t wait to come inside you.”
With that, she let out a whimper. I’d like to believe it was in response to my words, but I’d moved to her clit and was gently massaging it.
“Have you ever made yourself come?” I asked. “Touched yourself?”
“Yes!” she said. The word came out on a breath, with her hips moving against my touch. “Sometimes.”
“You touch yourself?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Will you touch yourself for me sometime?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
She’d probably agree to anything right now, including making a future commitment to masturbate in front of me. That was also a commitment to do this again. I’d do my best to hold her to it.
She sighed, and her back arched again. “Ahh.”
Her walls tightened around my finger, clenching as she cried out. I got the feeling this was the most powerful orgasm of her life. It would be my goal to top it the next time and the next and the next.
“Turn that way,” I said, putting a hand on her upper arm and nudging her to her side, facing away from me. Then I crawled up on the table behind her. Only after I was settled did it occur to me that this table might not be strong enough to hold both of us.
Before I could ask, though, Montana said, “These tables can hold up to seven hundred pounds.”
Was she reading my mind? Were we that much in sync?
I pulled her back against me and separated her legs, using my hand to guide my shaft along her folds. At the same time, I pressed my mouth close to her ear so she could hear how much this was turning me on. Her moisture coated my tip, giving me a small taste of what it would be like to be inside her. But not yet.
My hand cupped her breast as I continued sliding between her legs. And then her hand was moving between her legs, stroking me as I slid back and forth. I closed my eyes. This felt so incredible.
Finally, she lifted her leg slightly and propped it against my outer thigh, guiding my tip inside her. I hadn’t planned on doing it like this. I thought I’d warm her up a little, then flip her on her back and gradually work my way inside her. But we could at least try this and if it hurt, we’d just reposition.
It took some stopping and starting, and I almost suggested we move to missionary, but within a few minutes, my gentle thrusts weren’t making her cry out. And then she was moving against me, her left hand going to that sensitive spot I’d rubbed to orgasm just minutes ago. I had to close my eyes and try not to think about her rubbing her clit as she gasped and urged me to go deeper. It took every ounce of strength I had to hold out.
When she finally cried out, I knew my wait was over. Her walls tightened around me, squeezing and releasing so subtly it felt almost like a vibration. As her cries subsided, I lifted her leg slightly, but not too much. I didn’t want to change the angle and hurt her.
Once she was in the right position, I let my thrusts increase. I felt everything. Her juices mixed with the oil, causing me to slide in and out of her. She was slick—so slick, I wanted this to last forever.
It would be easy to come inside her, to give her my seed. But not tonight, not without her permission. As I felt my climax build, I pulled out and gripped my cock, stroking it as a steady stream of cum landed on the table and her thighs.
I hoped it didn’t bother her. It was just about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. So much creamy liquid on her leg.
“Oh!” she said as I climbed off the table. I was already searching the room for a sink and maybe some tissues. “You pulled out.”
I froze, white towel in hand. No water, so a dry towel would have to do.
“I don’t have a condom on me,” I said. “I know some guys carry them around, but I don’t normally do this.”
That was an understatement. I’d had my share of flings and one-night stands, but this was by far the hottest thing I’d ever done. And not just because it was the most mind-blowing experience of my life. A massage table definitely qualified as the most adventurous place I’d ever had sex.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “But yeah, I agree it’s probably best to be safe. In fact, if we do this again?—”
“No ‘if,’” I said. “As long as you’re game, I want to do this over and over until we get it right.”
I said that in a teasing tone, but I was probing, desperately hoping she’d want to continue to see me. She reached out, and I handed her the towel.
“I live in Knoxville,” she said. “I have a job there.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. As I did so, it hit me that I was still naked, and suddenly I felt the need to cover up—not just my body but my pride, which was about to take a beating.
Or maybe it was more than my pride. Maybe it was my heart.
“Most of my work is in Knoxville,” I said. “I’m over there all the time. It’s not that far.”
“I don’t think you understand.” She shook her head and finished wiping up the mess. “My life is there. My friends, my family…everything. I can’t just give that up for a guy.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
I stopped there, shaking my head. This was where I could play it safe. Tell her I wasn’t asking her to marry me and spend the rest of her life with me—just to date me and see where this went. Sheesh. Why did she have to get so serious?
That was something I would have done in any other situation. But I wanted all of that with this woman and nothing less. Yes, we could take the time to get to know each other, but I was already one hundred percent certain this was the woman I wanted to marry someday.
“I have to go,” she blurted out as she scooted from the table, the towel clutched to the front of her body.
I watched helplessly as she snatched up pieces of clothing from the floor. The entire time, she clearly avoided eye contact.
“So that’s it?” I said. “Just...that?”
I gestured toward the massage table as she turned to look at me. She was fastening her bra. She didn’t even seem to mind being half-naked in front of me.
“Maybe we’ll talk about this tomorrow night at dinner?” I asked.
A series of emotions passed over her face. I tried to read them, but that was a big fail.
“That wouldn’t be a good idea,” she said. “But thanks for everything.”
This was payback for all the hearts I’d broken over the years. All the times a girlfriend tried to tie me down, only for me to shut her out. Little did I know, I was pushing them away because they weren’t right for me.
All along, I’d been looking for what I’d just had with Montana.
I slid into my underwear and jeans as I searched my mind for anything I could say that would turn this around. The clock was ticking. The pressure was on.
Nothing came to mind.
As I searched for something to say, though, I suddenly noticed she was fully dressed and staring at me, chewing her lip. It looked like she wanted to say something. Maybe she was having second thoughts. Maybe she’d at least give me the chance to take her to dinner. We could go from there.
But when she spoke, I saw that wasn’t what she’d been thinking at all. “I need to lock up. You can go ahead.”
She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at the floor. She couldn’t even make eye contact with me.
That was when my pride kicked in. The last thing I’d do was beg a woman who clearly didn’t want anything more to do with me. I reached down and snatched up my shirt, then headed for the exit, not even bothering to put my shirt on until I’d reached the exterior door just outside the spa.
Later, I might regret not fighting harder, but right now, I had to get out of here. I had to see if I could put this woman and her effect on me behind me. I’d figure out where to go from there.