Chapter 7
7
JOELY
T his was going to hurt like hell. I knew it. But I couldn’t help but feel turned on as I spread my legs slightly and looked back over my shoulder at him.
Did this look sexy or ridiculous? Probably the latter. There was no way my legs were spread wide enough for him to slide inside me. But if I spread them any wider, I’d definitely not look sexy anymore.
“Tell me when it hurts,” he said, moving in behind me.
I thought of what the doctor always said before sliding that metal contraption into me. Relax. It won’t hurt as much. It worked then, and it would work now. At least that was what I told myself.
I closed my eyes and took deep, slow breaths, forcing my body to unclench. Nothing happened behind me, though. He was waiting for my go-ahead.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do this.”
Let’s do this ? Was that something a virgin said before her first time? I had no idea. There wasn’t exactly a playbook for this sort of thing.
It took some adjusting, but eventually we got an angle that allowed him to enter me. He was careful, though, gently probing my entrance.
Relax, relax, relax.
I kept repeating the word like it was a yoga mantra. I didn’t know if it was helping or not, but it definitely took my mind off what was happening. When he slid a little farther, I tensed, but not for the reason I expected.
No, this actually felt good. If he could stay right there, moving in and out, passing over my clit, while my pussy juices coated his tip, I’d be just fine.
“A little deeper,” I said.
He obliged, but I found myself gripping the railing. Yeah, that hurt. That was the pain I’d expected.
Relax, relax, relax.
“Deeper,” I said.
I wanted to officially lose my virginity. I wasn’t sure what we were doing counted.
I didn’t cry out, though. I was trying to keep myself as relaxed as possible. I couldn’t tell if it was even helping.
But what would happen if I touched myself? I’d never tried before, but he’d already shown me what to do. It might take my mind off the pain.
My clit was still slippery. I’d never felt it before, even though I could have. But at first, touching it did nothing, so I closed my eyes and remembered the sight of him, his head between my legs, looking up at me to gauge my reaction.
Then I pictured us now, out in the open, the night air warming our skin. He was naked, thrusting in and out of me, trying not to go too deep but looking hot as hell while he was doing it. Someday he’d slam into me, following my command to go deeper, harder, faster.
That was doing it. A part of my mind was still aware of the pain, but there was a growing awareness of the pleasure, and that was drowning it out.
I just had to keep touching myself. This would get easier. It had to.
“Are you touching yourself?” I heard him ask, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes,” I said.
“Are you still wet?”
He’d know that. He was inside me. But I knew what he was going for.
“So wet,” I said. “You make me wet just looking at you.”
He groaned, and I knew the dirty talk was working on him too. That was probably bad. He was trying to hold out. Maybe I should jump in and help.
“Do you like the way my cock feels inside that tight pussy?” he asked.
Oh yeah, that would definitely do it for me.
“Yes,” I gasped. “You’re so big. You fill me up.”
Was that what I was supposed to say? I didn’t know. Maybe I needed to take lessons in dirty talk.
It was almost hard to believe, but I was actually starting to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. It would be my third orgasm. Was that possible?
It was definitely possible. Soon I was gripping the railing for a completely different reason. I just kept running that image through my head—my sexy mountain man thrusting in and out of me, his jaw clenched as he tried his best to hold out.
Imagining the intensity in his eyes was what pushed me over the edge. I let out a gasp as my second orgasm took over my body, sucking all the air out of me.
Much to my surprise, as soon as I returned my hand to the railing, he pulled out. I was bracing myself to hold out until he came, but instead, he stepped back.
I turned around. “What’s up?”
He was running his hand over his length in long, slow strokes. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore, so I’m going to finish this way this time.”
He was going to come. He was going to masturbate right in front of me. Jerk off was probably a sexier word for it. I’d get better at this dirty talk thing.
“Let me,” I said.
I lowered myself to my knees, wincing at the feel of the wood against my skin. I already had my hand wrapped around him, replacing his hand and stroking as I looked up at him. I gave him several pumps before I moved my mouth to his tip. I wanted him to come inside me, but I got his point. He wouldn’t be able to thrust deep until he knew this wouldn’t hurt me.
I continued to watch him even after his eyes closed and his chin lifted. He was facing straight ahead as I took him as deep as I could, swirling my tongue on the underside. That seemed to be something that would make it feel better, but I had no idea if it actually worked.
“Keep doing that,” he said. “That’s perfect.”
I moved my hand to his balls, sliding my fingers over them as I continued using my hand and mouth to stroke him. I felt his balls tighten and had a feeling that meant he was getting closer. Sure enough, within a millisecond, his cock began throbbing against my hand, and he sucked in air through his teeth.
A very quiet growl emerged as warm cum sprayed the back of my throat, filling my mouth. He tasted salty. I hadn’t expected that, although I wouldn’t have ever defined how I would expect cum to taste. All I knew was making this guy come felt like one of the biggest accomplishments of my life. Silly, I knew, but my heart was full.
As I pulled back and looked up at him, I knew I’d done well. I had a lot to learn, of course, but he’d teach me, and I’d have fun learning every step of the way.