CHAPTER EIGHT #2
“Oh,” she moaned, her back arching hard as she writhed beneath me. I kept sucking gently for a while, playing with her, and then sucked long and hard.
She shattered. I watched as her head thrashed back and forth, and her fingers gripped the sheets. She made sounds and gasped out my name but did her best to keep from being too noisy. I watched her in awe as I licked and sucked her through it.
I would never tire of that sight.
When she stilled, I kissed her one more time before moving back up her body. “Are you ready?”
She nodded.
I pulled a condom out of my pants pocket as I took my clothes off.
“Come here,” she said. “I want to touch you.”
My dick bobbed as I moved over to her. I was dying to fuck her, but I did what she asked.
She got on her knees and ran her hands over my arms and chest. “I love how strong you are. It’s always hard to see your body and not touch it all the time.
To have to wait until we’re alone.” She ran her hands down my abdomen over the thick V of muscle that led downwards, and I was glad I’d spent a lot of time in the gym besides doing hard labor in the orchards from time to time.
Her hands kept moving south, and I hissed as she squeezed my cock, stroking up and down.
“God, baby. You can’t do that or I’m not going to last for more than a few seconds,” I admitted with a chuckle.
She gave me a sexy grin. “You don’t want me to use this?” she asked, running a finger over her mouth.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “I mean, I’d love that. But if you’re ready, I want to be inside you.”
She lay back on the bed and crooked her finger at me. “Come on then,” she said, and though she sounded confident, I saw a flash of nerves in her eyes.
“I’m going to do my best not to hurt you, baby, okay?”
She nodded. “I trust you.”
Jesus. “You remember I’m a virgin, too, right? So, I’m not exactly sure of what I’m doing…”
She laughed quietly. “Yes. I just meant that I know you’ll do what you can to make it as good as possible. But don’t worry. I know it’s going to hurt.” She reached for my cheek, stroking it. “There’s no one else I want to be with. I’m so glad I waited for you.”
“I’m so glad I waited for you, too.” It was true. I’d had a lot of girls more than happy to relieve me of my virginity over the past couple of years. But all I could think of was Cara.
She was worth the wait.
I ripped the foil and put the condom on, fumbling a little in my inexperience. I got it on, though, and poised above her, my elbows on either side of her head. I kissed her, trying to get her to relax, my tongue imitating what I’d soon be doing inside her.
Finally, I couldn’t wait anymore. “You ready?”
She nodded. I pushed in an inch, glad she was wet.
I sensed it might be best to just thrust in and get the worst over with.
Kind of like ripping off a band aid. So, I did it.
And I had to bite back a groan of pure pleasure at how amazing she felt.
I was immediately guilty when she hissed with pain.
I held still, hoping her pain would pass soon.
Because it was difficult to not rock back and forth inside her. That was all I wanted to do, and my body shook with the effort of holding back.
She finally started to relax around me and move her hips a bit.
With relief, I began to move slowly. My eyes met hers and we stared at each other as I began pumping my hips, moving in and out.
She was heaven. Warm, velvety, and so fucking tight.
I clenched my jaw, holding on, never wanting this feeling to end. She started moving faster beneath me.
“You can go harder,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around my hips.
“Oh thank God.” I thrust inside her a few times before erupting. It took everything in me not to yell out as I came, but I managed. Then I collapsed beside her, breathing hard. “Sorry. That didn’t last very long,” I said, looking over at her.
She smiled and played with my hair. “It was wonderful.”
“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. But if you’ll give me a little while, I’d love to try again.”
She nodded.
“I’ll be right back.” I got up and walked to her bathroom.
I got rid of the condom, wrapping it in a lot of toilet paper and hoping like hell her mom didn’t find it while cleaning the bathroom.
Or the maid wouldn’t tell her parents if she came across it.
That was more likely. I couldn’t picture the glamorous Charity Hargrave cleaning a bathroom.
I opened cabinet doors until I found a washcloth. I turned the water on and let it run until it turned warm before I got it wet.
I went back and cleaned her up, taking my time. I loved seeing her naked and spread out in front of me like this.
It wasn’t long before I was ready to go again. I stroked myself a few times. “Do you… want to do it again?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Are you sure? You must be sore.” God, I hoped she still said yes.
“I’m sure. Come here.”
Soon, we were lost in each other again. We spent hours in each other’s arms that night, learning each other, fucking each other, falling even more in love with each other.
I must have finally fallen asleep with my arms wrapped around her, because I lurched awake sometime in the night.
Something had woken me up. I looked around, disoriented.
Her face was on my chest, our limbs intertwined.
I wasn’t sure what had roused me from my sleep, but I was grateful. I really didn’t want to be caught in Cara’s bed by anyone in her family, but especially not her dad.
A buzzing sound caught my attention, and I realized it was my phone. I was just hearing the vibrations it was making since I’d turned the ringer volume way down. I reached over Cara to get it off her bedside table. I hesitated before picking it up.
Phone calls in the middle of the night were never good.
My movements woke her up, and she stretched. “What’s going on?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.
“It’s my mom.” I frowned. It was after three in the morning. “I don’t know why she’s calling me,” I said as I cuddled Cara closer to me and let it go to voicemail. I wondered if she was trying to get a message to me while Dad was sleeping.
She could’ve just texted me.
The phone rang again almost immediately. It was my mom again. A feeling of unease came over me. Something was very wrong, and I was scared to answer.
Cara’s hands were on my chest. “You have to pick up.”
I ran my hands through her silky hair. “I don’t want to. I never want this night to end. And I’m afraid it’s about the fight with my dad.”
My phone buzzed again.
I sighed. “But… I guess I have to find out what she needs.”
I sat up, picked up the phone, and answered.
“Mom? What’s going on? Why are you calling…”
I broke off and listened in horrified disbelief as Cara traced slow circles on my back with her fingertips. “Okay. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” I hung up and stared off into the distance, seeing nothing.
“Is everything okay?” Cara sat up, holding the sheet over her body.
“No,” I whispered. I swung my legs over the side of the bed so I could put my feet on the floor. I dropped my head into my hands.
“Edward, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”
“My dad. He’s… dead.”
“What? Oh my God.” She covered her mouth with her hand.
“He had a heart attack. He’s dead.” I repeated as I sat there, numb.
Cara jumped into action. I didn’t even notice she was dressed until she thrust my clothes at me. “Put these on.”
I pulled my shirt over my head and pushed my arms through the short sleeves. I finished getting dressed while I watched her shove her feet into some tennis shoes. I knew she didn’t like to wear flip-flops in public because her feet were beat up from dancing in toe shoes.
“You should show your feet off. I think they’re beautiful.”
“What?” Her forehead wrinkled. “Oh my God, you’re in shock. Give me your keys.”
“Why?” I was confused.
“I’m driving you to the hospital.”
“Oh.”
“Do you think you can climb down the tree?”
“What? Oh. Um, yes.”
“Good. Let’s go.” She was out the window and halfway down the tree by the time I started climbing out the window.
Once my feet hit the ground, she grabbed my hand. We ran across the yard and through the woods to the secret spot where I’d left my car. The humid night air, slightly cool, snapped me back into the right frame of mind. I was still glad Cara would be driving, though.
She jumped in the driver’s seat while I got in the passenger seat.
She pulled out with a screech of tires, and I wondered why she was going so fast.
“You don’t need to hurry,” I said. “He’s already dead. He’s gone.”
And after that, my life as I’d known it was over.