Chapter 7 #3
When we’re standing beside the bed, I lightly push him down onto it. He’s far too graceful and in control to be caught off guard, but he sits anyway.
With his eyes on me, Conrad watches as I unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor, then remove my pants as well.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he stares at me in my bra and panties. “You’re so beautiful. It makes it hard to think when I’m staring at you.”
The words send a rush of pleasure through me. I step to him and drag the hem of his T-shirt up until he lifts his arms for me. I throw it with my clothes.
“Beautiful,” I mutter back at him. He truly is. Lean and muscular with a broad chest and chiseled abs.
He reaches out and tugs me closer to him with one hand at my hip.
I fall into him, but it doesn’t matter because now he has both hands on me, holding me in place.
One moves lower until he’s cupping me over my panties.
The sensation sends a ripple of liquid heat.
His thumb drags slowly over my clit. I’m positive the thin material is drenched, but I’m too turned on to care.
My head falls back, and I suck air desperately into my lungs as he continues to rub and press up into me.
Then he’s kneeling on the floor in front of me.
My confusion only lasts a moment before he lifts one of my legs up over his shoulder and presses his mouth to me.
I let out a gasp. Who was he kidding? Not good at this?
I’m soaring to the edge of a cliff so fast, I can’t see straight.
He pushes my panties to the side, and his tongue flicks along my slit.
“Conrad,” I mutter his name and run my fingers through his hair. It’s thick, and the strands are soft.
He murmurs something directly against my pussy, and it sends another wave of pleasure through me.
I try to hold off, but it feels too good.
My body tenses, and lights flash behind my eyelids.
Conrad holds me tight as he continues to devour me like a starved man, which is convenient since my legs tremble as the orgasm fades off into small aftershocks.
“Wow.” My eyes flutter open slowly, and my chest heaves as I suck air into my lungs. “You really undersold yourself.”
His lips curve into a small smile. I pull him up to stand in front of me. My fingers work on the button and zipper of his jeans while I grin back at him.
“Now I feel like I should give you some sort of warning about my own abilities. I’m not sure I can live up to that.”
He helps me push his pants and boxers down. “I could come just looking at you.”
I have the exact same thought as I stare at him. His dick is as stunning as the rest of him—long, thick, straight, and currently leaking with how badly he wants me.
“That’s a challenge I would love to accept another time.” I push him back on the bed, remove my panties and bra, and then grab a condom from the nightstand.
I’m practically giddy as I rip open the foil.
He takes it from me and covers himself. Have I ever been this excited for sex?
Maybe I’ve been putting too much emphasis on dating and getting to know people.
Though there’s a niggling in the back of my brain that tells me this wouldn’t be so thrilling if the man in front of me weren’t Conrad.
“Wait. Wait.” He places his hands on my hips as if to stop me.
I’m starting to understand some of his facial expressions, and right now he wants to say something but is struggling to do so.
“What is it?” I prompt. “Do you not want to do this?”
The throb between my legs really hopes that isn’t it. My body is buzzing with need. I thought his was too, but maybe I’ve misread him again.
“Oh no, I want to,” he says quickly, then swallows. “But . . .” He runs his tongue along his teeth and squints. “I haven’t done this before.”
I frown. I assumed by his hesitation and warning it’d been a while. As in weeks or maybe a month. But now . . . “You mean . . . Sorry, what do you mean?”
“I’ve never had sex.” His face is flushed, and he can barely look me in the eye.
My mouth opens, but I find I have no idea what to say to that, so I close it. He’s kidding. He has to be. There’s absolutely no way. I mean, look at him. But Conrad’s face is serious, and his ears are a bright pink.
“Never?”
He shakes his head ever so slightly.
“But you’re . . .”
“Terrible with women.”
“Still.”
He huffs a small quiet laugh.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a little thrown,” I admit.
“If you don’t want to do this because . . .” He waves a hand in front of himself. “Then I understand.”
I consider it for only a second.
“I still do.” I step closer. He’s never had sex. I still can’t fathom it, but it doesn’t change anything. Except . . . “I just got really nervous all of a sudden.”
A smile lifts both corners of his mouth. “I just told you I’m a virgin and you got nervous?”
“Well, yeah.” The tension in the room lifts. “What if I don’t live up to the hype of whatever you’re imagining? Or it’s terrible and then I ruin sex for you forever?”
“How did you put it?” He reaches for me and pulls me onto his lap. “Impossible.”