Chapter 4
4
LUKE
T his woman was giving up her virginity to me. It was an honor.
The funny thing was, normally the words “I’m a virgin” would have me running for the hills. Not this woman. I couldn’t pull myself away from her if my life depended on it.
My bed was unmade. That was the first thing I noticed as I entered my bedroom, Ally trailing behind me. I winced at the mess, but I hit the light switch for the bedside lamp anyway. Yes, she’d see my unmade bed, but getting a good look at her was more important.
When I turned around, it was immediately clear the last thing she cared about was the state of my bedroom. She looked so vulnerable with those big brown eyes and her head slightly bowed. Suddenly, she seemed shy when she exuded bold confidence a few minutes ago.
I stepped around her and shut the door. Larry had settled down for his after-dinner nap, so he would probably leave us alone, but I didn’t want anything to interrupt our time together.
“Come here,” I said as I grabbed her hand and tugged, leading her to the corner of the room.
I’d never had a full-length mirror in my bedroom, but this one came with the house. Since I hadn’t really cared how I looked lately, I’d yet to use it, but now I stopped in front of it, pulling her in front of me. For a long moment, I just looked at our reflection, thinking about how good we looked together, her long, dark hair and fair complexion standing in stark contrast to my deeply tanned skin and bulky muscles.
She was femininity. I was masculinity. We complemented each other perfectly.
“Do you ever do this?” I asked.
She frowned and her gaze met mine in the mirror. “Do what?”
“Stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself. Your full body.”
Ally shook her head. Her hair brushed against my chest, and the contact ignited my already alert nerve endings.
“I don’t look at myself naked,” she said. “Never, really.”
Later, we could get into why this woman wouldn’t stare at her beautiful body. I couldn’t stop looking at it.
I reached down and grabbed her left hand, lifting it to her stomach. “You ever touch yourself?”
Again, she shook her head, and another shot of electricity ran through my body. I wanted to touch her. I longed to run my hand over her entire body, then my tongue, but I held back. Learning what turned her on was more important than my pleasure right now.
I moved her hand upward to her left breast. “You’ve never given yourself pleasure?” Then I added, “ Sexual pleasure” in case there was any doubt.
Her eyes widened. “No.”
I released my grip on her hand a little, focusing on moving her fingers slowly around her areola. At the same time, I lifted her right hand and slid it inside her panties.
That was where my words stalled. I didn’t want to insult her intelligence. Even if she’d never masturbated, she probably knew her own basic anatomy. But she also likely had no idea just how much pleasure she could get without even having sex.
“This is your clit,” I said as I moved her finger to the area at the top of her pussy. “This is the most sensitive part of your body.”
At least, I assumed it was. I was no expert on the female anatomy myself. I just knew from experience that the clit was key to giving a woman an orgasm.
Looking at Ally’s reflection, it was working. Her eyes were now closed and her head was tilted back a little, resting against my shoulder.
“When I lick you later, this is where I’ll focus my attention,” I said. “This has no effect whatsoever on your hymen. If it’s still there, it can remain intact no matter how many orgasms you give yourself this way.”
Her breathing was deepening, and I wondered whether it was her fingers moving over her clit or my words. I removed both hands, and her left hand immediately dropped, but she continued to stroke herself.
I nudged her hair aside with my chin and planted kisses along her neck as my fingers looped under either side of her panties and pushed downward. I wanted to watch her touch herself.
But her eyes popped open. I’d taken her out of the moment.
“I want to watch you,” I said against her ear. “It turns me on. Continue. Stroke that pussy.”
She let out a sigh and closed her eyes again, her fingers continuing their movements. I wanted to lift her and carry her over to the bed, then watch her touch herself. But seeing her in the mirror, her panties around her thighs, her back arching, pointing her tits upward, I knew it was probably for the best. If I had a better view, I might have a harder time holding out.
I finally moved my hands to her breasts, running my thumb around the same area I’d maneuvered her fingers around earlier. Then I slid my thumbs over each tip, which made her arch her back again, moving her head even farther to the side. When she gasped and cried out, I knew she was having the first orgasm of her life.
It would be the first of many if I had anything to do with it.
Before she could move away, I reached around and tugged my own briefs down, leaving them mid-thigh. I nudged her thighs even farther apart and slid my steel-hard cock between them, the head peeking out on the other side. She opened her eyes, her lips slightly parted as she watched.
I reached around and slid a finger inside her for the first time as I continued sliding my cock along her slick folds. She was so wet and it felt so good, I could come this way. But I couldn’t let that happen. I had to feel her pussy around me.
“Oh,” she said, leaning back against me. “That feels so...”
Her voice trailed off, but she reached up to touch her breast. I smiled as she ran the same trail around her areola that I’d shown her. But that smile promptly vanished when she began moving those gorgeous hips of hers. She slid along my length, her juices coating my shaft.
When she finally gasped and shuddered, I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. But I still needed to keep myself under control. The last thing I wanted was to be a two-pump chump.
“Let’s go to bed,” I said, stepping back and removing my underwear.
But she stayed in place, her gaze remaining on the mirror. “Can we... do it here?” she asked. “I want to watch.”