Chapter 8
8
SEAN
S he’s a virgin. She’s a virgin. She’s a virgin.
I had to keep repeating that to myself as Bronte turned and began unbuttoning my shirt. I couldn’t help but remember the way she’d undone her own buttons earlier. But I didn’t move to help her. No, I enjoyed watching her strip me naked, one button at a time.
As she shoved the shirt off me, her eyes widened. She scanned the length of my upper body, the appreciation in her gaze making me realize that all the hard work I’d done to get these muscles had been worth it.
I’d been paid for that work. It was a perk of the job. Manual labor not only burned a heck of a lot of calories, but it also worked muscles. I’d be naturally toned for the rest of my life, and it would be worth it to stay in shape for my woman.
“You’re the one who needs to be sculpted from wood,” she said, staring at my chest as she ran her hands over it. “I’ve never seen anything as perfect as what I’m looking at right now.”
I felt myself wanting to protest and held my tongue. If she was giving me a compliment, I’d sure as hell take it and savor it, reliving it every day for the rest of my life. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to relive it, though. Hopefully, she’d be in my life, showing me every day just how hot she thought I was.
“Can I see it?” she asked, going straight for the fastening of my pants.
My upper half was bare, so it made sense, but I wasn’t quite prepared for the question she’d just asked. There was something so innocent about it, but incredibly hot at the same time.
“You can do anything you want, baby,” I said.
Did she mind me calling her baby? This was the third or fourth time I’d done it. The word just slipped out.
I’d never called anyone that before. I wasn’t the type to use terms of endearment. Most of my previous romances had been pretty casual. But if anyone was worth being called something sweet, Bronte was.
She looked up at me as she lowered my zipper and tugged down my pants. She only got them to my thighs before she reached up and pulled down my boxer briefs too.
My cock popped out, harder than I’d ever seen it. I hoped this woman knew what she was doing to me.
“Wow,” she said. “Is this for me?”
She’d lowered her eyes to stare at my erection, but now she lifted them to my face again. It took me a second to remember that I’d said similar words to her earlier. I’d asked if her being so wet was because of me.
“Only you,” I said. “I’ve never been this hard for anyone in my life.”
Did that sound like a lie? I sure hoped not.
Without warning, she wrapped her fingers around my cock, bringing a groan from somewhere deep inside me. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her stroking me, knowing all of this was new to her. There was something so fucking exciting about walking this gorgeous angel through her first time.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked.
My eyes opened. Only partway, though. I couldn’t lift my lids above a certain point. I was so turned on, I was surprised I was even standing.
“Perfect,” I said. “Just one problem.”
Her hopeful expression deflated, and knowing I’d done that stabbed me right in the heart. I rushed to explain, if only to erase her frown.
“I’m barely hanging by a thread as it is,” I said. “I have a condom in the house. I could take you back there, and we’ll go to my bedroom.”
She was shaking her head before I reached the end of that last sentence. “I want to do it here. I’m on the pill. I’m fine.”
I breathed a sigh of relief at that. “My bed’s more comfortable than this.”
“It’s hot,” she said. “I want to be your work of art. I want you to touch me like you touched that sculpture.”
My pleasure. But there wasn’t a soft surface in the whole place. I looked around and decided standing up was the best way not to get splinters.
“Turn around again,” I said. “Put your hands on that table. Do you trust me?”
She nodded. “Implicitly.”
“It’s going to hurt,” I said. “I’ll stand still. You take me in only as deep as is comfortable for you. Take your time. Okay?”
She nodded. Why did I have a feeling she had no idea how painful this could actually get? Heck, I had no clue. I’d never been with a virgin, and even if I had, I wouldn’t know how it felt for a woman. There was no pain involved when a man lost his virginity.
“Like this?” she asked.
She turned and put both hands on the stool where she’d sat just seconds ago. Finally, she gripped both sides, like she was afraid that the stool might get away from her.
I tried not to gawk, but God, the woman was gorgeous. She still wore that underwear—white cotton that she made look sexier than the skimpiest lingerie.
From this angle, I could see the swell of her large breasts—beyond large. More than a handful. She looked over her shoulder at me and I just about came on the spot. But I summoned my restraint and walked toward her, putting a hand on each of her hips, then sliding her underwear down to mid-thigh.
“Spread farther, baby,” I said as I moved in closer.
Even though she was new to this, she seemed to know just the right angle we’d need. I moved in, my hand grasping my cock as I found her wet slit and teased myself by testing her moisture with my tip.
I groaned. It felt so damn good. I was also aware I still had my pants around my thighs. She and I had that much in common.
But I didn’t need to get completely naked. I’d just redress when this was over and take her back to my cabin and make love to her all night. If she was sore, I’d lick her until she came—again and again until she was so tired she could barely hold her eyes open and she drifted off to sleep with a look of sheer bliss on her face.
As promised, I nudged just a little inside her, then waited, returning my hands to her hips and holding myself still. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” she said, sounding breathless. “Maybe it won’t hurt. I should try?—”
Without even waiting for my response, she plunged me deeper inside her and cried out. It was too far, too soon. I immediately pulled back. I’d do anything I could to take away the pain.
“I can do this,” she said.
She began moving on me—short, quick movements that teased me beyond belief. I closed my eyes and thought about my job. That was sure to keep me from coming. The work I’d done today, the big project we were starting next week, the fact that I might not be able to work alone too much longer…
“I’m touching myself now,” she said. “I think that will help.”
My eyes popped open at that announcement. She definitely wasn’t helping me hold back. Not with those words. I closed my eyes and did everything I could to shut out the image of her touching herself while I thrust in and out of her. In other words, the image of exactly what was happening right now.
“That feels better,” she said. “It still hurts, but oh God, I’m starting to feel warm again. Don’t stop.”
She was the one doing all the moving. Maybe she’d forgotten that. I was forcing myself to hold completely still, but I made the mistake of taking a look at her and noticed her right hand was no longer grasping the side of the stool. Yes, she was definitely touching herself.
I squeezed my eyes closed again and started thinking about football. The games I’d watched during the most recent football season. Scores, touchdowns, anything I could recall that would take my mind off what was happening in the moment.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come again,” she said, moving deeper on my cock than she had before.
She’d gotten past whatever caused the most pain, I assumed. Or maybe her body was already getting used to me. Whatever the case, I couldn’t be happier.
She cried out, saying my name in the process, and that was all it took for me to let myself go. I came with a grunt so loud, it sounded like a roar. I even heard myself say, “fuck,” drawing the “u” out for five seconds or more.
As I filled her with my seed, I couldn’t help but think, if she weren’t on the pill, we might create a baby. The idea of making a human that was a combination of my DNA and hers made me happier than I ever imagined I could be.
Yes, I wanted this woman to have my babies. I wanted to raise those babies with her, right here in this town. To build a life, a home, a future…
I didn’t care what it took to make it happen, I would get to work on it. Starting now.