Chapter 5
I never envisioned the way I’d tell Leia that I loved her would be in a cheap motel room, with my cock pressing against the lace of her panties, and I sure as hell would never have guessed that this girl could still be a virgin.
The thought of being her first is something I like a whole lot, but that ain’t enough, I wanna be her last. She’s damn near impossible to resist with her delicate little fingers sliding under my waistband and reaching for my cock.
She takes me in her hand and pumps me through her fist and, despite her lack of experience, I know for a fact she’s done this before.
I remember catching her at a party jerking off some football player, then kicking the shit outta him after she left.
Her asking me if I’ve ever thought about this only proves how clueless she is to how I feel.
This is all I think about, every time I’ve been with a woman, it’s her I see when I close my eyes.
I’ve drunk far too much tequila to tell her to stop. I’ve got plenty of willpower, but I ain’t a fuckin’ saint, and her hand on me feels far too good for me to back outta this. So, I take all those years of frustration and swallow them with my words.
I go to kiss her but she stops me, shaking her head sternly and placing her lips against my neck instead.
I’ve never taken ecstasy, but I can imagine this is how it feels.
I’ve spent endless nights thinking about how I’d make love to this woman.
I’ve pumped my own cock through my fist with the vision of how this would look countless times and every single time, I’ve been kissing her in my head while I did it.
She tugs at the grip I’ve got on her wrist and when I release her, I wonder if this is her backing out.
She proves it ain’t when she lifts the tee she’s wearing up over her head, exposing the perfectly round tits she’s got spilling out her bra.
I waste no time, taking them in my hands and pushing them together.
Then, sliding my tongue between them I feel my cock press tight against her center.
I gotta question if she’s doing this because she likes me.
Or, is she just so desperate for it not to be Caleb, that this feels like a better option for her?
“I want you to fuck me, Wade,” she whispers as I move my mouth lower down her body, pressing kisses against her stomach and teasing them along her panty line.
“Wade?” Her body shivers and her fingers slide into my hair as I kiss her through her panties.
My head is spinning from all the tequila I’ve drunk and I know that ‘sober me’ would never be allowing this to happen without telling her what it means to me.
She should know what she’s letting herself in for because, once I’ve had her, there ain’t a chance I’m gonna let her marry that Mason bastard.
I hook her panties to one side and lick through her center, tasting her for the first time, while I stroke my cock and imagine what it would feel like to push inside her tight, virgin hole. To be her first, to make her mine. To have her sweet, innocent pussy molded to fit me, and only fuckin’ me .
She soaks my tongue and moans, almost ripping the hair outta my scalp as she urges me to give her more. The bridge of my nose rubs against her clit while my tongue teases her entrance and when I push a finger inside her, her hips automatically start to ride it.
She takes pleasure from me, and I look up to see her eyes are squeezed shut, she has no idea that I’m watching, and I love that she’s drunk enough to stop hiding behind that constant mask she wears.
“I ain’t got a rubber,” I whisper, continuing to work her with my hand as I climb up her body, worrying that this will be the part where it all ends. She’s gonna see sense and tell me to sleep on the floor after all. It’ll be weird, it'll be awkward, and she’ll regret ever letting it get this far.
“I do,” she blurts out, pushing me off her and reaching across the bed to grab her purse.
“Didn’t you say you were a—”
“I carry just in case, it’s only a matter of time before Cal—” She stops herself from talking, and I’m grateful because the slice of jealousy that claws through my chest feels real fuckin’ ugly.
She takes out the rubber that I guess was meant for him and holds it up at me with a daring look on her face. Without saying anything, I take it from her fingers and rip it open, sliding it over my shaft and making sure it’s secure before I get back into position between her legs.
“Ya sure ya wanna do this? It’ll change things,” I warn. She takes a breath before nodding back at me nervously and gripping hold of my arms to brace herself.
Slowly, I push inside her, stretching her open and making her body stiffen.
She’s tight, and it’s a real challenge because every part of me wants to take what I’ve wanted since I knew what to do with my dick.
But I manage to find enough restraint to take it steady, making sure she feels me inch by inch as I fill her virgin pussy and make it mine.
“Wade,” she whispers my name and it sounds like fuckin’ heaven on earth.
“Wade.” she repeats, and when I snap myself out of the trance I’m in and look at her, she’s smiling real bright.
“This feels kinda right, doesn't it?” She nods her head, her fingers still gripping tight to my arms.
“Yeah, darlin’, it feels right.” I don’t try and kiss her again through fear of rejection, but I do take her face in my hand and make sure that pretty, little gaze of hers remains focused on me. And with each thrust I give her the empty part inside me begins to fill.
I slide my nose along her cheek so my mouth touches her ear.
“You’re mine,” I whisper because I need her to know it.
I may not have gotten round to telling her I love her tonight, but I will.
I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life telling her, to make up for all the days that I didn’t.
Her tight pussy clenches around me tighter, and the panicked look she gets in her eyes makes me smile.
I know what’s coming, and I still can’t believe that I'm the lucky son of a bitch who gets to share this first one with her.
“Wade!” There it is again, my name, coming off her lips just as she’s about to have her first orgasm, and when her body goes rigid and she lets out a long, deep-throated moan, the pressure I’ve been holding on to releases and I come right along with her.
Having her pussy pulse around me as I offload feels like floating on a cloud, and when I drop my head into the pillow beside her and allow myself to breathe, the sweet giggle she makes has me smiling.
“What’s so funny?” I pull back and look down at her. Her hair’s a mess and her cheeks are flushed. She looks exactly as I imagined it.
“Nothing, I just never envisioned it’d be like this.
” Her chest is rising and falling while she catches her breath back, and she looks even more flustered than she did when she arrived at the bar.
“I think we should get drunk together more often.” She gives me that perfect smile, and when I laugh with her I swear all the happiness rushes straight to my chest.