Chapter 6
RYAN
I should stop. It was the right thing to do—for both of us.
I didn’t know if that was physically possible with her kissing me. Or me kissing her. I wasn’t even sure who initiated it at this point. All I knew was that there was no turning back now.
Suddenly, Gennie broke the kiss, and as I looked down at her, I was blown away by the beautiful sight in front of me. It had been hard enough to take my eyes off her before, but now her lips were swollen, her face flushed. She looked hot as hell.
Yeah, there was no ending this now that it had started.
“Our friends had sex outdoors,” Gennie said. “I’m not sure where. When Vanessa told me about it, the first thing I asked was where they did it. It was just a patch of grass.”
She stopped and chewed her lip, suddenly looking nervous.
Was she worried she was giving away too many details about her friend’s sex life?
If so, I could assure her I really didn’t give a damn.
The guys and I didn’t talk about stuff like that, but even if we did, I wasn’t going to run my mouth about anything Gennie told me.
Her secret was safe with me.
“A patch of grass?” I asked. “Not very imaginative.”
“Yeah, I guessed something hotter.”
“On a rock?”
She shook her head. “Against a tree.”
“You want me to push you up against a tree? That could be painful.”
She seemed to stop to think about it. “It’s more that feeling that you can’t control yourself. You have to have me now. I like that.”
This whole conversation was threatening to topple me over the edge. How was I supposed to hold out with her saying things like this?
“I kind of like that too,” I said. “In fact, I’d love to know you had to have me now.”
“You should know something first,” she said. “I just don’t know if I can tell you.”
“You’re a virgin.”
She gasped. “How could you possibly know that?”
“I asked before and you didn’t answer. Am I’m right?”
I was more shocked than I expected. It was probably the wrong assumption to make, but it wasn’t just her friend. There was something about her.
Still, it didn’t make much sense that a beautiful woman like her would be untouched. I could only assume it was her decision. She had to have been beating guys off with a stick for the past few years.
“Believe me, I want to change that. I just wonder if it may be more romantic if we went back to my cabin.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I want it here. Now.”
Whoa. I liked a woman who knew what she wanted. Correction—I liked this woman knowing what she wanted. Especially if what she wanted was me.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “So you don’t have to worry about, you know, me getting pregnant or something.”
As I stood, listening to the birds chirping in the trees around us, one thought hit my mind. Having a baby with this woman wouldn’t be so bad. In fact, it would be pretty damn amazing. Raising a family with her. Building a life together.
Holy shit. Was I actually thinking this way? That was not like me. But then, I’d never met a woman who lit my soul on fire like Gennie did.
“Maybe this will tempt you,” she said, taking several steps back.
I stared at her in confusion, but then I saw exactly what she meant as she jerked her T-shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground next to her.
That left her wearing only a white bra from the waist up, and I had to hold myself back from gaping at the cleavage that spilled out of each cup. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.
“Am I the first man to ever see you naked?” I asked.
She tilted her head slightly and tossed me a flirtatious smile. “You haven’t seen me naked yet. But yes, you will be. It’s your turn.”
Now I was definitely gaping at her. She wanted me to take off my shirt. It was clear in the way her gaze lowered to my chest. My turn .
I was not new to any of this, but somehow, the stakes felt higher with this woman. So I took a deep breath, grabbed a fistful of my shirt, and jerked it up over my head, automatically flexing.
There was definite appreciation in her stare as she scanned my upper body. She liked what she saw. But she was already reaching for the fastening of her shorts. In seconds, they were pulled around her ankles and she stepped out of them.
No way could I take my eyes off her at this point.
“Damn,” I said. “You’re perfect.”
Suddenly, she went all shy on me, ducking her head to look down at her body as if seeing it for the first time. I expected her to respond with some sort of comment negating my compliment, like women usually did. But instead, she looked up with a big smile.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’d say the same about you, but I need to see the goods first.”
Now I was the one looking down shyly. Since when was I shy? Never around a woman before—unless I went all the way back to my awkward teenage years. Even then, I’d done pretty well for myself with the girls. This woman took me back to those days of bending over backward to impress someone.
Before I could think too much about it, I unfastened my shorts and let them drop. That left me wearing only navy briefs, and the fabric did little to hide my growing bulge.
When I returned my attention to her face, I found her staring directly at my underwear with widening eyes. “The underwear too.”
Now my eyes widened. She was being bossy, and I was surprised how much I liked it. This innocent, perfect woman—knowing what she wanted and not only asking for it but demanding it. She could boss me around anytime she wanted.
I shoved my underwear down and had them on the ground within seconds of her order. When I straightened, I found her eyes exactly where they’d been before.
She liked what she saw. She even seemed to have to drag her gaze back up to my face.
“Touch it,” she said. “I want to see what you do when you’re alone.”
Now my eyes widened again. She kept surprising me, and I apparently kept surprising her. My girl had a kinky side.
“Hmmm.” I wrapped my hand around my cock, but I didn’t move it. I was waiting for my next direction.
“What do you do next?” she asked. “When you’re alone?”
Oh, yeah. She wasn’t going to let me off this easily. I needed to stroke. The problem was, she’d already gotten me so worked up, it wouldn’t take long before I came, and I had to hold out. Today was all about her.
I gave myself one long, slow stroke, closing my eyes, which was exactly what I’d do if I were alone. But in this case, I was thinking about anything but what I was doing. Moonshine. Annoying customers. Employees who called in sick over every petty little thing. A stubbed toe. All of that helped.
I heard rustling in front of me and realized she was moving across the grass toward me. My eyes popped open just in time to see her removing her bra as she walked.
The sight of her full, round, perky breasts did more to me than my hand ever could. I longed to touch them—cup them in my hands and run my thumbs over her nipples. But she seemed to have other plans.
When she reached me, instead of rising on tiptoe for another kiss, she dropped to her knees. She dislodged my hand and wrapped her fingers around my rigid erection. She ran her tongue over the tip as she stroked with her hand, and it took everything in me not to lose it right then and there.
“Oh, fuck, you’re going to have to stop that,” I said as she wrapped those luscious lips around my cock, taking me in deep.
She looked up at me as she did so, and I caught a glimpse of uncertainty in her eyes. I could almost hear her wondering if she was doing this right. That told me this was her first time with this too. She was a virgin in every sense of the word.
The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel bad about the job she was doing. I rushed to clarify.
“It feels too good, baby,” I said. “Now get up here and show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone.”
She released her hand and lowered her gaze, settling it somewhere around my stomach. Was it my imagination, or had she gone a little pale? It definitely looked like there was something she was reluctant to tell me.
“I haven’t done that before either,” she said. “I’m so inexperienced.”
She said that like it was a bad thing. We all had to start somewhere.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked.
That was just about the dumbest question anyone had ever asked. Of course, if she’d never touched herself and she’d never had sex, how could she possibly have had an orgasm?
“Nope,” she said. “Weird, I know.”
“Not weird. Come up here.”
She pushed herself to her feet, and her expression when she finally met my gaze reeked of trust. She was putting her virginity in my hands. The reality of that hit me at once. It was an honor.
“Now touch yourself,” I said.
“I can’t. I don’t know how.”
“Slide your finger into your underwear and I’ll walk you through it.”
She looked around. “Here?”
I shrugged. “Why not? If you want a more private location, I can hook that up. But we’d have to get dressed and leave, and that would be a pain.”
Finally, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. At the same time, her hand dove beneath that elastic waistband, moving toward her sweet, untouched pussy.
“Slide a finger inside,” I said. “Tell me how it feels.”
Her lips parted slightly as her hand moved beneath the fabric. She didn’t speak for what seemed like hours, but finally, she said, “Feels a little weird. Probably because I’m not used to it.”
“Are you wet?” I asked.
Her eyes opened, and she stared at me for a long moment. I hoped I hadn’t pushed too far.
“I want to know that I made you wet for me,” I said. “That’s all.”
“Oh yeah. Very wet.”
I suppressed a groan. How was I ever going to hold out when this woman was so damn tempting?
“Okay, withdraw your finger,” I said.
Her eyebrows shot up. She hadn’t expected that.
“Trust me,” I said after a long silence.
She gave a nod. Then I saw her hand move. She started to pull it all the way out, and I shook my head to stop her.
“I want you to find a little nub of flesh at the very top of your pussy. Put your finger on it and tell me how that feels.”
Her eyebrows rose, and she said, “My clit.”
“Exactly.”
At least she knew that much. She knew it, but she’d never tried seeing what happened if she touched it. I would’ve at least had to experiment. Hell, I started masturbating the second I figured out how good it felt.
“Oh,” she said, and then her eyes slid closed again.
They’d gone a little dazed in the seconds before. Yes, she was definitely enjoying this.
I had to hold myself back from moving toward her, stopping her, and finishing the job. This way she’d know what to do to pleasure herself.
But I could help. “Keep touching yourself.”
I moved toward her. Once I was close enough, I squatted a little until my mouth was level with those gorgeous tits. Then I snaked out my tongue and ran it around first her right nipple, then her left, then her right again.
She gasped, and I could tell she was trying to keep her noise level down. Our friends could be lurking on the other side of any of these trees, after all.
I continued lavishing attention on her nipples, running my hands over her breasts as she touched herself.
Finally, I leaned back to watch her as her fingers moved faster and faster over her clit.
I watched until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I tugged her underwear toward her knees so I could see that beautiful pussy.
After several minutes, Gennie settled her hand on my shoulder—a move I assumed was to help balance herself. I just hoped that meant she was enjoying what she was experiencing so much that her knees might collapse if she didn’t hold herself upright.
Finally, she threw her head back and sucked in a deep breath. She was coming. I didn’t take my eyes off her face as I resumed licking and sucking her nipples.
When she finally lowered her head to look at me, I wanted to tell her this was only the beginning. I’d give her more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible, and I was going to spend the rest of my life doing it.