Chapter 7
7
MALLORIE
T hree orgasms.
He’d given me two of them in a row. Once I lay down on the bed and spread my legs for him, he moved between them, licking me. But this time, when I cried out, he didn’t let up.
At first, I thought it was a wasted effort. No way could I come again this quickly. But he proved me wrong. Within seconds, I was heating back up again, and soon I was heading straight toward my third orgasm. After I stilled for the third time, he looked up at me, pushing himself up on his arms so he could see me better.
“Now is it your turn?” I asked.
“It’s time for you to lose your virginity,” he said. “If you’re ready.”
I couldn’t breathe all of a sudden. I thought maybe I’d return the favor. Oral sex in exchange for oral sex. And then we’d tackle the topic of actual intercourse.
Intercourse. That sounded like something out of a high school health class. I definitely had to keep that thought to myself.
“I’m ready,” I said.
And as the words came out of my mouth, I knew they were true. Okay, so I’d never be fully ready. It was a scary thing. From my research, I expected it to be painful. But I didn’t want him to see me as a big baby.
I had to be strong. I had to power through. I was a tough woman. I could do it.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded. “I’m sure.”
But instead of moving forward, he did something I hadn’t expected. He pushed himself off me and got off the bed.
Had he changed his mind? Had my comment about it being his turn made him think I wasn’t into this?
No. I was so close to breaking past this huge barrier. I couldn’t lose that chance now.
But he was over by his nightstand, pulling open the drawer. He withdrew a string of square packets and ripped one off.
Condoms. I’d seen commercials for them, but I’d never encountered one in the wild. No surprise that he’d want to protect me, but it bothered me that he was prepared. Had he slept with other women in this bed? Of course, he had. He was drop-dead gorgeous and single. He’d probably caught the attention of a ski bunny who’d come home with him at least once. Maybe dozens of times.
Jealousy stabbed at me. I didn’t want this man to have slept with anybody else, and that was a completely immature way to think of it. He was in his mid-thirties. It was na?ve to believe he wouldn’t have been around the block a time or two. Or ten. Or a hundred.
“You okay?” he asked.
He stood by the bed now, the packet in his right hand. A bulge definitely showed beneath his underwear. I sat up, not breaking eye contact with him, and parted my legs on either side of him, pulling his underwear down with both hands. His erection sprang out, teasing me, its tip just inches from my mouth.
I snaked my tongue out and licked him. He liked that. And then I dared to lift my eyes to meet his. The clenched jaw and the fire in his stare erased any self-consciousness I might’ve had.
Suddenly, I saw why he’d enjoyed pleasuring me multiple times in a row. There was something intoxicating about giving this man pleasure.
As I wrapped my hand around his cock, I felt a power I never had before. Especially when I began stroking him and he let out a guttural sound. It was hot as hell. I couldn’t think of anything hotter.
Finally, I went for it. I took him as deep as I could into my mouth, still not reaching his base. My hand still rested at his shaft. I moved both my hand and my mouth at the same time, stroking as much of his length as I could handle.
No way was that going to fit inside me. Not only was he long, but he was thick. This was going to be a challenge.
“Lay down and spread those legs,” he said suddenly.
I’d been sucking him for at least a few minutes at that point. He pulled away, gripping his erection as he stared at me with an intensity that took my breath. That was when I got it. It wasn’t an insult to my performance. The opposite. He was enjoying it too much.
Yeah, I might be an amateur at this, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t having a tough time holding out. And he would definitely want to make sure that he lasted as long as possible. He might even want me to come again. And that was not going to happen. Not with the pain that was about to come.
I did exactly as he commanded, happily—although I didn’t spread my legs very wide until he actually moved between them. By then, his underwear was on the floor, and he was rolling the condom onto his erection. He positioned himself above me, and I gripped the bedsheets under me, bracing myself.
But he didn’t enter me. Not just yet. Instead, he surprised me by lowering his mouth to mine and capturing my lips in a long, sweet kiss.
I sighed against him. The kiss had me melting into a big puddle of goo. It also took my mind off the pain that was to come. Until, that was, he broke the kiss and looked down at me.
“Let me know when it hurts,” he said. “I’m going to go slowly, okay?”
The concern in his voice had an even deeper impact on me than the intensity I’d seen earlier. He’d take care of me. I could trust him.
He gently probed my entrance as I kept my gaze trained on his face. Just looking at him grounded me and made me feel safe, secure. Everything was going to be alright.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for pain, but he didn’t go far at all. Just a couple of inches, then he pulled out. That wasn’t going to do anything. Hell, I probably still qualified as a virgin with penetration that shallow.
“Deeper,” I said, tilting my hips toward him.
That brought him in a little deeper. A little too deep. Pain shot through me. I sucked in air and squeezed my eyes closed, waiting for it to pass. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw him staring down at me, his muscles flexed as he held himself above me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “I guess I got a little too brave there. I’m fine.”
The pain was starting to lessen. When he started moving again, it didn’t get worse. Maybe I’d numbed somewhat, but all I felt was pressure as his thick shaft slid slightly deeper and deeper.
He didn’t break eye contact, and his stare made me feel protected. He wouldn’t let anything happen. He’d make sure this hurt as little as possible.
“Do me a favor,” he said.
My eyes widened. “Anything.”
“Touch yourself.”
My mouth fell open. No words came out.
“Your right hand,” he said. “Move it to your…” He hesitated before finishing with the word, “…pussy.”
“Do you want me to touch my clit?” I asked.
A thrill surged through me as I uttered a word I never imagined I’d say out loud. He seemed to like that too. After his eyes widened, I swore I saw the corners of his mouth twitch a little, like he was battling a smile.
He was right. Touching myself did make this easier. As my body started to warm up, I made the mistake of arching toward him. Pain shot through me again, but it wasn’t as bad. And it lessened far quicker this time.
His eyes had slid closed. That meant he didn’t see me wince, but it also gave me the freedom to enjoy this.
“Come for me, baby,” he said. “You’re so tight, so wet.”
“Oh God,” I said. “Keep talking.”
“I love the feel of your sweet pussy around my cock. After this, I want you to ride me. I want you to sit on top of me so I can see those beautiful tits while you bounce up and down on my hard cock.”
Those were the words that plummeted me over the edge. I tightened my grip on his arm, my left hand clutching him as waves of heat pulsed through me. I felt my walls tighten around his shaft, squeezing him, drawing him deeper. And then he was crying out, and I knew.
We were coming together.
There was something about it that was fitting. Something that felt so right. Our first time, we came together.
It was exactly how I wanted things to be. Us, together. I wanted to take this journey with him. And that was when I knew that no matter how I tried to justify to myself that I was going to put off falling in love, I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Love had come for me, and I couldn’t walk away from this. Now that I’d met Memphis, my life would never be the same.