Chapter Eleven
The first kiss had been chaste. And yes, without a doubt, it was a nice first kiss.
Nothing too strong, impulsive, or wild. She had asked for a kiss that a lady should receive as her first kiss.
And that was all well and good and all…a woman deserved respect.
Deserved to be treated with honor and consideration.
But also, a woman wanted to feel like…well, a woman.
All the gossip she had ever heard about women kissing and doing more (which, truthfully hadn’t been all that much) led her to believe that there was something very forbidden, very tempting about a kiss—or more?
—with a man. So when the first kiss came and went, and jolted her into a new state of being, she felt as though it was like a door opening.
A door that she had never appreciated being there in the first place.
And now it was flung wide open. It was nice to see through the door and be exposed to the fact that there was another world out there, beyond what she knew. So, yes, that first kiss was nice.
But it was nothing like the kiss Nobi found herself in now. The door? What door? It had been blasted apart, with nothing remaining. Just a deep, wide open cavern leading to depths unknown.
Now, Chris’s mouth was latched on to hers, pressing her lips. Tenderly. His hand was cinched at her hip, tighter than any corset had been tied around her. It was tight with need battling restraint. She could feel it emanating from him, and her body was thirstily absorbing it.
And the sounds. God, the sounds were different.
The chaste kiss had been over and done with a small pop.
But now…there was moaning. There was a rumble coming from Chris that was shaking her to her core while her own moans couldn’t be squelched.
It was their own language. Moan for groan. Groan for moan. And back again.
He angled his face to get more access to her mouth, slanting his lips against her.
Her chest was weighted down, finding it hard to breathe, but breathing him in as much as she could.
And her breasts were heavy. Waiting for something.
She wanted to tell them to be patient and wait.
Good things happened to those who waited, but she had no clue if it was true or not.
No clue what they were waiting for, nor if it would happen or not.
But she was pretty sure she wanted Chris to do whatever he wanted to do with her. It was like her body was primed only for him.
And then his tongue swept out of his mouth and trailed her bottom lip.
On a small gasp, her eyes flew up and found his.
“Stop?” he asked, breathlessly.
“Please,” she was panting for him, “don’t stop.”
And then both of his hands cinched around her hips and dragged her onto him, rolling her over his thighs and a bulge that found her center. Oh, that bulge. It was almost too much to think about right now. Her lips were tingling. The whole left side of her body was painted in goosebumps.
His tongue whirled through her mouth, then retreated to allow him to catch his breath.
And those goosebumps? They had all multiplied exponentially. Her entire body was covered in them. Her skin sensitive to the touch. Her mouth hungry for more of him.
“Chris,” she sighed.
He pressed his forehead into hers. “I’ll stop, Nobi. Just tell me.”
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” She leaned in, pressing her aching nipples against his chest, finding short-lived relief. When her mouth found his ear, she whimpered, “Please, show me more.”
With a growl, he took her mouth again, this time his tongue swept into her mouth and danced around. Devouring her. Feasting on her.
Her hands, that had been firmly placed on his chest, were now on his shoulders, and it wasn’t enough.
She needed more of him. More of his safety.
His comfort. More of his demands. His growls.
He was a dichotomy. Soft and hard. So hard.
Everywhere. Gentle yet firm. He was respectful yet she could sense the desire bordering on greed for her.
Her hands migrated up the solid tower of his neck and with his groans as her guide, she lingeringly perused the back of his head and into his hair. Stroke for stroke, she tunneled her fingers into his soft hair while his hands crept up her ribcage.
And stroke for stroke, his tongue asked and answered the call into her mouth.
Tongues whirled. Hands explored. Her knees were clasped at his hips. If it was possible to be closer to him, she wanted it.
He was perfect. He called to her in a way that she didn’t know could exist. Something from his depths beckoned her out of the darkness and into the light. Into his light. Into his arms. His protection. His passion.
A soft mewl escaped her lips as she thought of how much man she could have from him. It was as though her body never truly understood what it meant to be a woman until she was in his arms.
The pads of his thumbs grazed the bottom of her breasts. The sides. God, she needed more. When his hands trickled down her ribcage, she arched her breasts up to him and threw her head back.
“Please, Chris. More,” she begged him.
His fingers raced up to her bodice, pushing her breasts up as far as they could go without bursting the seams. His tongue licked down her bosom and under the bodice.
“Yes,” she cried out.
His breaths were shallow and his voice hoarse as he whispered to her, “I’m going to lick your breasts, Nobi. I’m going to suck on your nipples, and you’re going to beg for more.”
In disbelief, she echoed, “More?”
“Yes, more, my darling. Do you want more? Or should I stop now?”
She took his face in her hands and kissed him with everything she had.
It was sloppy. She was too new to kissing to make it pretty, but she wanted him to know her desire was for him.
That her desire had a heart of its own, and that her heart, despite her hesitations, was being firmly placed in his hands.
She licked into his mouth, tasting him. The faint flavors of tea and whiskey infused themselves on her tongue, and she couldn’t get enough of him. When she pulled away, his heavy lidded eyes told her of his own desire.
Then she felt that bulge swelling between her legs. She rolled over it, and pleasure shot up her spine and down her shoulders.
She shuddered, “Uhhh.” And before she could finish conveying her pleasure, his hand dipped into her bodice and pulled out one of her white golden orbs. His tongue found her nipple and she ground her core against his thickening cock.
His growl steadily sunk into her skin. He was respectful, but he had an untamed side. A beast. Something feral that was caged inside, clawing to get out. To get at her. And that’s all she wanted. To be wanted. To be taken. To be treated like a woman.
The sensations of ecstasy swept through her while he sucked on her nipple. With a soft nip, she cried out, planting her hands on the side of his head. Not ready for him to move, but willing away that cautionary side of herself.
Him.
She wanted him. She wanted to know how to fix that ache inside of her, between her legs.
“Chris,” she mumbled as she slowly moved her hips over him, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re perfect, Nobi. Just do what feels good. There’s nothing you could do that would be wrong with me.” His lips found her neck and kissed. A soft bite there and then he was back down to her breasts, lapping at the other side.
He let up for a second to look at her. His look was smoldering, so full of desire. “Take what you want, Nobi.”
So she took his lips with hers and let him own her.
The mounting pressure between her legs was taking over. Never had she felt so wanton. Instinct was the dominating decision maker. It knew what it wanted.
She lifted up and rubbed herself down his cock. When he pulled away, taking a deep breath, she knew he was trying to maintain control.
“I want”—she panted—“to feel you. Chris. Please.” Her hands fumbled at his falls, completely oblivious of how to take what she wanted.
He grunted, “Darling, there’s nothing I’d love more, but we need something between us.” He kissed her deeply, drinking from her lips. “We’re not ready for a baby.”
She didn’t understand what he meant, but she trusted him.
“I’ll keep my pantalettes on, Chris. I just need to touch you.”
His hands reached down and undid some buttons, and as terrified as she was to see his cock, she was just as thrilled.
Holding her skirts back, she watched him pull out his thick rod.
Beads of moisture leaked out the head. As he gripped himself at the base, her body went up in flames.
To her, this man was both fuel and flame.
And despite the moisture pooling between her legs, she was pretty sure this flame was not about to be extinguished any time soon.
“Did you…did you just lick your lips?” Chris asked in a whisper.
“Did I?” she asked, looking up innocently.
“You’re going to kill me, Nobi.”
Without more of an explanation, he grabbed her and ground her on his shaft, rubbing her up and down his thickness.
With fewer layers, she could feel him settling between her folds, rubbing against her, tickling her, teasing. It still wasn’t enough.
“Put it inside,” she said.
“What?” Chris’s voice was flooded with shock and desire.
“Put it in my pantalettes, so I can feel you more.”
Inserting one finger down her drawstring, he made room for his cock to slip down. Now, just as his hands had once been her vice, her pantalettes held his manhood in place while she rubbed herself up and down him.
And, Oh God, the slickness. He was so hard, and she felt exactly where she needed him as she slid up and down his pole.
“Nobi,” he said without almost no breath. “I’m going to come.”
That meant nothing to her, they were mere words.
But she could sense the yearning and the imminence of what he was saying.
And she only knew she needed to keep rubbing herself against him.
That pearl, that bud, in the center of her flower, needed attention.
It was throbbing, Aching. Begging for something, and Chris was the answer.
And the pressure building inside of her was leading her up the mountain.
Weaving through the trees, trodding down patches of grass, ambling over small bushes.
It was like a path being pioneered, one step at a time.
Each footprint landing on new earth, never before touched.
This was unexplored territory. And although she knew that she was on an incline, she just couldn’t see the top.
Didn’t know what it meant to rise that high.
To be led there by the perfect person. Someone she trusted implicitly.
More than could be explained. More than would make sense to anyone else.
She knew him, and he was showing her a new way to live.
Just as the precipice came into view, she was hurtled over it. Falling in the air. But he was her safety net, right?
She called his name among some other words. He grunted, and then she felt a warm liquid pour out of him and settle in her pantalettes. When she rubbed him again to feel one last ripple of pleasure, his whole body trembled.
This.
This was everything.
So much more than a first kiss. How had she been so naive to ask for a first kiss?
And to think it wouldn’t lead to so much more.
To think that she could kiss him and that would be it.
As if that would be enough to satisfy something in her.
It wasn’t. It didn’t. She only wanted more.
And more again. This kiss and what it led to was everything.
How it made her feel…she only wanted to feel it again.
He was her friend and he had given her exactly what she asked for. Yet he had gone beyond that, knowing what she needed. Knowing what made her soul sing and her heart dance and her body thrum.
This was…
Dash it all. She couldn’t fall for him. He was meant to be her safe place.
To show her passion and give her an experience.
She trusted herself completely with him.
She knew him as a protector. Someone who was loyal, caring, and compassionate.
And when she asked for something, she could rely on him to deliver.
God, did he deliver. But could she remain unattached after this? Everything felt rather attached—sticky, even.
Every part of her was pressed into him. And she didn’t want to unstick herself from him. Not even a little. Next time she wanted more. And there would definitely be a next time.