Chapter 3
3
GWENDOLYN
“ T ake off your bra.”
Until he said those words, I’d told myself this was as much coverage as a typical bathing suit. But now he wanted me to bare my breasts.
Even more puzzling? I was doing it without hesitation. I should be a nervous wreck right now, but instead, I was shaking with excitement.
Still, I had to lower my gaze to the ground as I reached back and unfastened the strap. When I finally lifted my head again, I was rewarded with a stare that was so appreciative, it boosted my confidence immediately.
“Damn, girl,” he said.
Those words brought a smile to my face. This guy would have no way to know it, but I’d longed for those words all my life. I’d seen beautiful women get those kinds of catcalls, but never me.
This man’s approval meant more to me than ten thousand catcalls. More to me than any compliment in my history.
“Thank you,” I said. What else did you say after a comment like that? “Now it’s your turn.”
His eyebrows rose. He hadn’t expected that. I’d have to see how else I could surprise him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
And with that, he shoved down his underwear. When he straightened again, I got a good look at what he’d been packing under those white briefs.
“Wow,” I said. “That’s…big, right?”
He chuckled. “I guess so.”
It was an honest question. I’d never seen one in person, but I knew how a penis normally looked. At least in the pictures I’d seen online. None had ever been anything like that.
“Is it okay if I come over there?” he asked.
Oh, right. We couldn’t do anything with this much distance between us.
“Please,” I said.
Was I begging him? That sounded weird. But I was new to this. Hopefully, he’d give me leeway for being a beginner.
But he was walking this way, that big, thick rod pointing straight toward me. My heart started racing, my legs trembling. I needed his arms around me to keep me from collapsing.
As he drew closer, his gaze landed on my mouth, and I knew exactly what he planned. He was going to kiss me.
“I’m Julian, by the way,” he said in a low, growly voice.
“Gwendolyn,” I said. “Most people call me Gwen, though.”
Way too many words. I’d take him out of the moment. I definitely needed practice at this.
“I like Gwendolyn better,” he said. “It fits you.”
I didn’t know what that meant. Didn’t care, either. Because his mouth was fusing with mine in a slow, sweet kiss that took my breath. He pulled me toward him but still kept me at a distance.
It took a few minutes before I realized what he was doing. He was shielding me from what was going on down below. Pulling me too close would mean impaling my belly with his erection.
But I was curious and felt safe in this man’s arms. So, I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his length, running my thumb over a long vein that ran from the tip to the base. As his tongue probed my mouth, I continued to explore, letting my fingertips slide over the tip and all the way down to his balls. He moaned against my mouth, then pulled away.
“Hold on,” he said.
He turned and walked back toward his clothing, snatching up his jeans and returning to spread them out on the ground behind me. Then he turned to face me.
“It’s not a blanket,” he said. “But it’ll do.”
He didn’t want me to lay on the grass. I would have been fine doing just that, but the gentlemanly move touched me. Had anyone ever done anything so romantic for me? Not that I could remember.
I dropped to the ground, positioning my body on top of the jeans. Once I was flat on my back, I looked up at him. It was impossible to make out the details of his features with the sun blasting behind him, but when he dropped to his knees between my legs, I could clearly see every fine line on his face, the stubble along his jawline, the bulge of his chest muscles, and the way his erection jumped a little when he lowered his upper body on top of mine.
Holding himself up with his arms, Julian initiated another long kiss. My hands ran over his shoulders and arms, then his back, marveling at the contours of his body. These were the muscles of a guy who worked outside—not a gym rat like I was used to back home. No, this was a real man.
I couldn’t imagine anything making me as happy as the fire in this guy’s kisses. I had nothing to compare it to. For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful. Desirable. Special.
He finally broke the kiss and slid downward, planting kisses over my chest and taking my left nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue over it until I squirmed, then moved to the other one. My thighs tightened around his waist as he continued to move downward, planting kisses over my stomach and trailing down to my thighs.
I still wore my panties, and I wished I’d taken them off as he made his way to that area of my body. His gaze lifted toward my face as he ran his tongue over my most sensitive spot through the fabric.
“Oh!” I gasped as shockwaves of pleasure racked my body. “That feels so good.”
“You like that, huh?” he asked.
His eyes were still on me, but he was tugging the cloth aside, baring my most private area. When his gaze dropped to my pussy, desire was replaced with adoration. He liked what he saw.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
He was looking at me again. Was he asking permission? Or did he want me to...
Oh, God. He wanted me to talk dirty.
“Say the words,” he said.
I couldn’t do it, could I? Did I dare?
“Lick me,” I said.
Those words felt weird coming out. I’d never even been allowed to say simple curse words like “damn” or “shit.” Telling him to lick me was bad, bad, bad. So why did saying the words feel so good?
“Lick you where?” he asked.
I pointed. “There.”
It was clear immediately that he wasn’t asking directions. He wanted me to say the words.
“Lick my pussy,” I said.
His gaze darkened a little at that. The desire was back. He liked me talking dirty.
He lowered his head, his tongue sliding over my folds, teasing me. My hips involuntarily jerked, but I could barely move. His left hand held me in place as his tongue made its way to my clit.
Nothing had ever felt better than this. Nothing. This was why my parents and teachers told us we shouldn’t have sex before marriage. They knew once we got a taste of it, we’d want more. And more. And more.
I let my body take over. My hips moved in time with the strokes of his tongue. My gasps and whimpers rang through the air around us. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the slick heat between my thighs.
“I’m going to come,” I cried out seconds before a flood of sensations overtook me.
He didn’t stop licking me, taking me all the way down. When finally the waves subsided and my body stilled, he sat up, pulling my panties off me. Once I was naked, he crawled up, holding himself above me again.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
My body immediately reacted to the question. Dirty talk. He liked it from me. And surprisingly, I liked it from him.
“Fuck me,” I said.
That was the first time those words had come out of my mouth. They sent warmth straight to my...
“Pussy.”
I didn’t realize I’d spoken that word out loud until I noticed him staring at me. It was a weird thing to just blurt out.
“What was that?” he asked.
He wanted me to say the “p” word again. And no telling what else.
“I want you to fuck my pussy,” I said.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “Now, spread your legs so I can come inside you and make you mine.”