Chapter 7 #2
I lift her shirt over her head and do the same with mine. Her bra is plain, white lace. Nothing’s ever been sexier. I reach for her shorts. “You can stop this at any time. I’ll listen. I promise.”
Her hands meet mine at her button as she drops her bottoms to the floor. When we collapse on the bed, it’s bumbling and not smooth at all. I want this to be everything for her. It can’t start off with a tangle of limbs and fumbling.
She still has her bra and panties on. I managed to get my jeans and tee off, but this is not easy like the movies make it seem. This has to be perfect for her. I can’t make any mistakes.
I move in over her and smile down at the girl below me. I kiss the beauty mark below her eye, then her lips, before making my way to her tits. I reach under her, still holding her gaze, and fight to unhook it.
Her breathy laugh makes me painfully hard as she brushes my hands aside and removes her bra. Her hands immediately cover her perfect tits.
I slide my hand down and run a finger over her sex. The lace is in the way but the sounds she makes let me know I’m on the right track.
“I need you to touch me, Angel.”
She reaches for me, her fingers trailing my pecs and her nails scraping my nipples. Another hand goes low to cup me through my boxers.
“Oh.” She looks down as she finds my length and then back to my face. A blush creeps over her chest and face. “I’ve… never.”
“I know, baby. And we’ll go slow, and if you want to stop, tell me.”
“I don’t want to stop, Ci. I want to be yours.”
I take her lips, trailing kisses to her ear, and whisper, “I want to be yours in every way. And you’re already mine.”
Sliding her panties aside, I press one finger inside her tight heat. Her quiet moan is enough to nearly have me come in underwear.
That gives me an idea.
I lift my hips enough to shuck my boxers somewhere in the sheets. “Touch me.” It comes out more commanding than I mean for it too. But I need her relaxed, and fuck if I don’t need some relief so I don’t hurt her.
“How?”
“Any way you want. I’ll let you know if I like it.”
Her palm cups the underside of my length and grips, sliding up and down my shaft. Fuck, that feels good. I add a second finger to my first and stretch her. I find her clit, and she bucks.
“Angel, I want you to come. And I need to come so we can slow this down. I need you ready.”
“I don’t know how.”
“That’s on me. I’ll make you feel good, okay? Just let me know if you like something or if you don’t?” My last words come out in question and I thrust my cock into her hand, “Hold me tighter.” I thrust again and again, and while she watches me slide through her palm, I add a third finger.
I look down. Heaven and hell are below me. Everything I want. Everything that tempts me. Everything that saves and condemns me. Her hand wrapped around my cock. My hand playing with her.
Her hips buck, and her chin reaches for the sky just as she pulses around me. “Ci?” There’s ecstasy and fear in that one syllable. Wetness floods my fingers as I spill all over her belly.
I pull my fingers from her, watching her tremble as I find her clit again. Lifting up, I pull her panties down her legs and grab a condom from the nightstand drawer.
“Did that feel good?”
Her head thrashes left and right but her eyes blaze with a hunger I’ve never seen from her. “I thought I was going to splinter apart.”
“Then I did it right.”
She slaps my shoulder and lifts up enough to find my mouth. When we break apart, she looks to her stomach. “I guess I did it right, too.”
“I couldn’t stop it. I—”
“I want to make you feel good, Ci.”
“Spread your legs for me, Angel.”
She does.
“Knees wide.”
Again, she does so immediately. I return my fingers to her sex, letting my gaze fall at the same time.
“Touch me while I touch you.”
She reaches for me, trailing a nail over my sac and the sound that comes from me is downright feral.
“I’m sorry.” She looks small, like she wants to hide, when she says it.
With one hand, I tilt her chin to face me. “That felt good. I’ve never had anyone touch me there and I didn’t know I liked it. I need you to touch me. Don’t be afraid.”
Something in that brings a confidence to the woman below me. She’s less worried, and more playful. She explores my body as I do the same with hers.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I drop my mouth to her nipple and suck. I must’ve done something right, because she bows off the bed with a mewl.
When she’s soft below me—and I’m anything but soft above her—I rip the foil packet and roll the condom down my length, positioning myself at her entrance. I hold her gaze. “You sure, Angel?”
She nods. “Yes.” She lifts her hips in invitation, and I press my head to her entrance. The heat of it, the slickness, the soft— if I don’t cut off this line of thinking, I’ll blow before we ever get started.
“Look at me.”
She holds my gaze as her hands wrap my upper arms, as I slid inside her. Her wince makes me stop when what I really want is to keep going.
“I’m sorry.” I kiss her lightly, pulling back ever so slightly and rocking back in to where she froze. Again and again, I rock, going a little deeper, pulling out to offer some reprieve.
She winces a second time, but she lifts her hips until I slide deeper still.
“We can wait.”
“No. I want this. I just didn’t know it would hurt.”
I retract my hips to pull all the way out, and the look on her face changes. Pain is gone. Pleasure has flooded in.
“Do that again.” She pants.
I slide in and hit the end of her. Her moan echoes my own.
“Move, Ci.”
I do, slowly at first, trying to give her time, but her hips find a rhythm with mine and, when they do, it’s game on.
My thumb finds her clit, my eyes find hers, and the only sound in the world is the symphony of our breaths, our bodies, and our moans.
“I love you.”