Chapter 28 #2
I was completely new to all of this, all the feelings I was experiencing with Bower.
I didn’t know what I liked or didn’t like.
What Bower would like or wouldn’t like. If I would even be good at sex.
I had planned to ask Ruby for some tips and tricks before the wedding but hadn’t gotten around to that yet.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I blurted out eventually. I breathed in deeply a couple of times, catching my breath from lifting the weight of that confession.
“What do you mean?” Bower asked.
Of course. Now I’d have to explain that I’d never done anything sexual with my fiancé. Today most people found that off-putting. Like I was a prude.
“I never did anything with…him.”
“Never did…anything?” Bower pulled himself up onto an elbow, leaning over me with a confused look on his face.
Oh god, I was blowing it. The virgin completely turning off the experienced man. I tilted my chin up and looked up at the sky. Anywhere but Bower’s face. “I’m sorry I led you on by wiggling on your lap earlier, but it felt so good—”
Bower put the tips of his fingers over my mouth, silencing my words. “You’re a virgin?” he asked.
I nodded, his fingers still over my mouth.
“You’re all mine?”
My eyes widened, and I lowered my head to see his reaction. Bower looked happy. No, he looked ecstatic.
“I didn’t think…after all these years…” Bower dragged his eyes down my body, following the curve of my breasts, the flare of my hips, the muscles of my thighs. My entire body quivered as he looked. His face shot back up to mine. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
I couldn’t pull his hand off my mouth fast enough. “I want to, Bower, I want to.”
Bower smiled, leaning into kiss me. “We’ll go slow, I promise,” he said.
I nodded eagerly.
“Let’s start with a kiss.” Bower leaned in and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, my tongue wrestling with his.
“Can I touch you?” he whispered, motioning toward my breasts.
I nodded. He placed his hands gently on my shirt, feeling my breast through my clothing. My nipples responded to his touch, instantly hardening, poking through the fabric. Bower groaned as he watched the peaks appear beneath my shirt.
I watched him bite his lower lip as his hands rubbed them. I was getting turned on, watching his face and his reactions to exploring my body.
“Can I take your shirt off?” He helped me sit up and lifted my shirt up over my head.
Cold air hit my stomach, causing goose bumps to pop up on my skin.
I was wearing a sports bra, nothing sexy or enticing.
I covered myself with my arms. Bower pulled my arms away from my body, shaking his head.
“Don’t cover yourself up, Mia. Let me see you. ”
I let Bower guide my arms away from my body, his hands holding my wrists at my sides. My nipples poked through my bra. Luckily it was dark so Bower couldn’t see the deep blush I felt underneath my skin.
“So…fucking…beautiful.” He looked up and down my chest, licking his bottom lip. “Can I?” He motioned to my bra.
There was no one here. Bower had made sure of that. It was just me and him.
I nodded, suddenly feeling brave. I pulled my wrists from Bower’s grasp and crossed my arms in front of my body, gripping the bottom band of my bra and lifting it up and over my head. I felt my breasts bounce down once they left the fabric of the bra.
Bower let out a groan before I could get the bra up and over my head. As soon as the fabric pulled away from my eyes, I saw his face. He was enamored, and I felt powerful. Like I had the same hold over Bower that he had on me.
His hands clenched and opened at his sides as he stared. He was holding back. For me. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my breast. It was an invitation that was welcomed immediately, greedily.
I found myself flat on my back, Bower on top of me straddling my hips.
His length pressed between our bodies, pulsing as his lips met the soft skin of my breast. He kissed each one before sucking my right nipple into his mouth.
I gasped, arching my back bending into his mouth.
His tongue licked my nipple circling it and teasing it.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, pulling off my breast.
“Yes,” I said, looking down at him. So fucking good.
“Can I go lower?”
“Yes,” I said again. My hips lifted to meet his. Another invitation. My center brushed against his length, only for a second before I gasped, dropping my hips back down to the bed.
Bower lowered himself, pressing his erection into me. “So willing. It’s like your body knows exactly what it wants,” he said.
I gulped, taking in his size as it pressed against me.
“Don’t overthink it, Mia. I’ll help you get ready.
” Bower left a line of kisses from below my breasts to the waistband of my shorts.
He looked up at me from between my legs, asking permission before he peeled the shorts down my hips, revealing what was underneath.
He pulled the shorts all the way down my legs, removing my boots before dragging the fabric off my feet and tossing it aside.
Bower bent my legs at the knee and propped my feet apart from each other, so I was on full display. I looked up at the sky, not wanting to see the look on his face as he took me in.
“Mia.” His voice was commanding. My eyes snapped to his. “Look at me. You’re beautiful. Perfect. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Bower leaned down and planted a kiss right in the hollow between my thigh and folds. I gasped, the feeling of his breath and lips so close to that area. “I’m going to touch you.” His eyes glanced down between my legs.
I nodded again, so eager for his touch. I could feel wetness puddling out of me, dripping between my cheeks onto the bed he’d made.
He leaned over me, lying between my open legs, his hand falling down my thigh toward my center. “Eyes on me.”
My eyes shot to his, his pupils large. I held my breath as his fingers traced over my folds and into the pool of wetness between my legs. Bower sucked in a breath, his eyes closing. I slammed my legs together against the sides of his body. Fuck, was something wrong?
“Shhhh, Mia.” Bower’s eyes opened, his fingers still between my folds. “This is all for me?” He moved his fingers up along my center, stopping at the top. I sucked in a breath, my back involuntarily arching at the sensation. “You’re so wet.” Bower let out a breath. “It’s a fucking dream.”
It was the reassurance I needed to continue breathing. His fingers pushed onto my clit, spinning tight circles against it. His rough fingertips massaged the spot until I was writhing against his hand, pushing the pace of his fingers faster, harder.
I was seeing black spots in my vision. The stars suddenly disappearing from the sky above me. “Ahh…fuck…Bower…” My voice wasn’t my own.
“Yes, Mia, let it happen. You look so fucking good underneath me.”
Something snapped inside of me. I blacked out, unaware of my surroundings, just pulsing with pleasure. If this was sex, why hadn’t I had any sooner? My body deflated, like it had been holding that hostage for years.
Bower’s face pressed against my neck as I recovered, his hand still between my legs. “Fuck, you look so hot when you come for me,” Bower whispered in my ear.
I wiggled beneath him, his fingers moving between my legs, rolling them in the wetness I’d just created.
Bower stood up and pulled his shorts down with his thumbs, kicking them and his shoes to the side of the boat. He grabbed my thighs, pulling my body to the edge of the bed, then got onto his knees, his head poking between my legs. “You’re so messy.”
His face disappeared; I could only see the top of his head as he bent over between my legs.
I scooted back when I felt his warm tongue parting my folds.
Bower grunted impatiently as his hands reached up and planted on either side of my hip bones, pulling me back into place.
They held me there, legs splayed open as Bower once again slipped his tongue between my folds.
My body tensed, and the hand grip on my hips tightened.
I found myself holding my breath as he licked me from bottom to top, teasing my clit with his teeth.
I’d never felt anything like it before. The wet warmth of his mouth meeting the wet warmth between my legs.
A moan left my lips when he let my clit pop out from between his teeth.
He reassured me he was still there by sucking it into his mouth again, teasing it with his tongue.
Bower taunted me, using the suction of his mouth against the most sensitive part of me until the black dots started appearing again in my vision.
My insides clenched like they had before.
It was happening again. I dug my shoulders into the padding of the boat, arching my lower back from the cushion.
Suddenly Bower pulled his mouth away from me with a popping noise from breaking the suction.
I sat up on my elbows, the aching between my legs worse than ever. “What the heck, Bower?”
“You liked that, didn’t you? You were almost there again.” He stood up again, looking down at me, wide open just for him.
My eyes fell down to his shaft, still fully erect, with glistening drops of moisture on its tip. The size was shocking. Maybe it was because I’ve never seen one up close before. Maybe he was average. Although I highly doubted it.
“I want your next orgasm to squeeze my cock inside of you.”
My breath hitched. This was it. The big moment. I wasn’t scared; I was just nervous. Nerves were good. They meant that you were doing something that was important to you. Anything with Bower meant something to me.
“I don’t have any condoms on the boat,” Bower said.
“You don’t keep a box handy for all your boat hookups?” I was teasing, mostly. I hoped he didn’t have any boat hook ups.
“No, Mia, I don’t hook up on boats. Not until tonight.” Relief washed over me.