Chapter 6
6
ISAAC
I ’d made my fiancée come for the first time.
The first time I knew of, anyway. If Daphne was like me, she’d rubbed one out at least daily since we were first matched.
We didn’t talk sex or anything even slightly flirty in our emails, and I’d found myself longing for it. She’d seemed very clinical and professional in her interactions with me, and I wanted what I’d seen from her tonight—the sweet, flirty, warm woman who’d shared a long ride and messy food at dinner.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said, turning to stare up at me.
Just looking at her had me practically coming on the spot, and it was no wonder. My dick was covered in her juices. I’d had to hold myself back from splashing cum all over the floor while listening to her sweet sounds of pleasure. But focusing on her had helped.
She knelt and my heart stopped. When she grabbed the golf club and handed it to me, disappointment flooded me. I was hoping she was kneeling for another reason.
But as she stood, positioning me as she’d been positioned before, I decided to wait and see what she had in mind. She didn’t disappoint. First, she began unbuttoning my shirt, not taking her eyes off me as, button by button, she revealed my naked chest.
I was proud of my physique. I’d honed it through hours of hard work in the elements and, yeah, before I left the military, plenty of time in the base gym lifting weights. It was all worth it for the appreciative stare I got now as she lowered her gaze to take in what her fingers were baring.
Finally, she shoved the shirt off my shoulders. I helped by unbuttoning the cuffs and shaking it off. In the meantime, she slid her hands under the band of my underwear, which was now at mid-thigh, and pushed both those and my jeans down until finally, I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them. And then I was standing there naked, just as she’d been.
“Work on your swing,” she said as she wrapped her hand around my cock.
Immediately, I saw what I’d just put her through by expecting her to swing when I was touching her and gliding my dick along her slippery slit. Focusing on swinging was the last thing I wanted to do right now. Besides, she was kind of blocking the area where I’d need to swing.
But I wanted to be a good sport, so I lifted the golf club into position and held it, staring straight ahead as she wrapped her lips around my tip, then took me in deep—as deep as she could go. Or so it seemed.
She used her tongue and her lips, driving me crazy until finally I looked down at her and saw her gaze lifted toward my face. That was just about my undoing.
I dropped the golf club to the ground, barely noticing the almost ear-shattering noise it made, and pulled away from her. “Let’s go to bed.”
She shook her head and looked back over her shoulder toward my home theater. “I want you to fuck me over there. Pretend we’re in a crowded movie theater.”
Round two of our playacting? I liked the way this woman thought. And she was my future bride. That meant I had an entire lifetime of adventures ahead of me.
I stopped to grab the condom I’d slid into my wallet in preparation for her arrival. I had a whole box in my nightstand, but I wanted to be prepared. It had been months since I’d had sex and even longer since I’d brought a woman home with me. Actually, I’d never brought a woman home with me. Not to this cabin. It was far away from civilization, which made it easier to go back to a woman’s place.
I’d never have to worry about that again now. My future was right here, settling onto one of my theater chairs.
“Should we put our clothes on?” I asked. “This isn’t exactly realistic.”
“Fuck realism.” She winced. “Sorry. I don’t normally use that word so much. I guess you’re bringing it out in me.”
I wondered about that as I walked around and sat next to her. Did that make me a bad influence? Was being a bad influence wrong? If it was, I didn’t want to be right.
I grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “What movie should we pretend we’re seeing in a theater?”
Daphne picked an action-adventure movie, saying it’d be less distracting. I begged to differ, but it didn’t matter. With what was going on between us, not much could distract me from her.
We started the movie sitting side-by-side, pretending to watch it. But within seconds, her hands were wandering, and that gave me permission to move my hand to her leg. She settled her fingers on the inside of my thigh, tracing patterns over my skin and gradually easing her way upward until my cock throbbed painfully.
Once again, I found her warm, moist center, moving over her clit in a gentle back-and-forth pattern, my movements barely noticeable. It seemed to get her attention, though. Her lips were parted, and those generous tits were moving slightly with each of her deep breaths. I tried not to take my eyes off the screen, but all my focus was on that area of her body.
“Straddle me,” I said.
“Won’t people see that?” she whispered back.
Of course, the people behind us would know what was going on if we were in an actual theater. We weren’t in an actual theater.
“Facing the screen,” I said. “Like you’re just sitting on my lap. Trust me.”
My fiancée climbed onto my lap, and I held her in place for a second while I slid the condom on my erection. Then I helped her balance, and she parted her legs, her feet on either side of me, and used her hand to guide my tip to her entrance.
“Oh, damn, that feels good,” I said, closing my eyes.
“Shh!” she whispered. “You don’t want anybody to overhear.”
Oh, right. She slid a little deeper onto me and stopped. While I took a deep breath, I thought about just how hot this was. Deep down, I knew it was fantasy, but it sure felt like we were in a real theater with rows of people behind us, all having no idea what was going on up here. Daphne was short enough that my body would block her from view, after all. But, of course, if this were reality, they would have wondered how the hot blonde had ended up out of her seat and on my lap.
“Fuck—oh shit, that hurts!”
Her sudden shriek forced me to freeze all movement. Hurts? Was I too big for her? What was going on? She froze too, holding herself in her frog position with a hand gripping either armrest.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
I wanted to make it stop right away, whatever it was. Right now, that meant not doing any more damage, but my biggest urge was to push her off me and do whatever it took to make her feel better. Medicine, hugs, bringing her to orgasm with my finger again. Instead, she eased upward a little, then down.
“I should tell you something,” she said. “I probably should have told you before we even started. You might not want to be doing this once you learn.”
I couldn’t see her face, and that was making this even harder. I wanted to know what emotions were playing over those delicate features.
“Maybe we should stop,” I said.
It took everything in me to say those words. I was inside her, after all, and my body was saying no, but my mind was shouting, “Her comfort first.” I couldn’t enjoy any of this if I knew she was in pain.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Is it something medical? Can I help?”
I wasn’t sure how I could possibly help with her medical issues, but if it meant holding off on this, I was definitely on board. I’d wait, no matter how long it took.
“I’m a virgin,” she said. “Ow.”
That last part was added like she hadn’t just dropped a huge truth bomb on me. A virgin. Not only did I have a mail-order bride, but a virgin mail-order bride. The whole thing seemed very old-fashioned.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to do this,” she said. “I know being with a virgin is a whole set of responsibilities, but we’re getting married, anyway.”
Good point. Of course, we were getting married. Being a virgin only made her more special.
She was mine. No other man had touched her—at least not in the way I would.
“Have you had an orgasm before tonight?” I asked.
“Yes. Self-induced, of course.”
Self-induced orgasms. That was one way to put it.
The thought of her touching herself made my cock twitch. Yeah, holding out was just as difficult as it had been before she told me what was going on with her body.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do it like this,” I said. “It’s your first time. We could go upstairs to my bed.”
“No,” she said. “I want to push through. It’s getting easier.”
She’d been bouncing on me as she talked. Small, subtle movements. But I felt every one of them, even through the condom. Hell, she could hold still and just breathe and I’d feel it.
“It only hurts the first time, right?” she asked.
She was asking me? I had no idea. Yeah, my first time had been with a virgin, but we’d both been nervous and fumbly and awkward. I did remember that she’d been in pain, but we’d pushed past it, and each time had been easier after that.
Until she dumped me for my best friend.
“This might help,” I said.
I began moving my finger over her clit again, closing my eyes and listening to the noise coming through the speakers that lined the room while she worked on pushing past the pain. It wasn’t just that I had to hold back my own arousal. I was doing everything I could not to think about how much this was hurting her. If I thought about it, I might end this now.
“I don’t know if I can go any deeper, but that’s starting to feel good,” she said.
Her movements were shallow, but that was fine by me. I could come this way…as long as she got off first. I didn’t know if that was possible with the pain, but I was sure as hell going to try.
I’d die trying.
“Yes, just like that,” she said. “It’s starting to feel good. Oh, fuck.”
There was that word again. That was a good sign. I traced my thumb around her nipple, pinching the beaded tip between my thumb and forefinger, as I’d done before.
She gasped, and I knew that had been a good move. It would take time to learn what my future wife liked in bed, especially since she was just learning it herself. But I’d have fun every step of the way.
As she gasped again, I felt her walls contracting around my cock, and it tested the last of my restraint. I could feel free to come now if I wanted, but I didn’t. Instead, I continued to focus on her until she began moving again, the quiet gasps slowing to a full stop.
And then she did something that shocked me, ramping up my erection again. She was moving deeper now. Only slightly, but enough for me. I settled my hands on her hips, not guiding her, just helping her balance as she moved on me.
I pictured us in a movie theater, people behind us having no idea what was going on, and that pushed me over the edge. I thought about keeping quiet as part of the fantasy, but fuck that. Instead, I let out a series of grunts and moans that probably rattled the walls.
Finally, I guided her to a stop, letting her know I was fully spent. Only then did she climb off me and turn, smiling down at me.
“That was my first time,” she said. “Sorry I didn’t warn you.”
Oh yeah, the virgin thing. I supposed it could be considered withholding important information, but since we’d never discussed anything the slightest bit sexual, how could I have expected she would have told me? Maybe, like me, she still saw a possible out up until the day we stood in front of an officiant and said, “I do.”
Daphne might have met me and not wanted to sleep with me at all. Instead, she’d met me and wanted to give her virginity to me. And that touched me more than anything ever had.
“Let’s get dressed,” I said. “I’ll remake our dessert.”
Her eyes lit up. “What is it?”
“Brownies with ice cream.”
It was probably a soggy mess over there, but it was well worth it. Plus, there was plenty more where that came from. There was plenty more of everything. Anything my girl wanted. I’d make sure of that.