19. Kinleigh
NINETEEN
KINLEIGH
TEN YEARS AGO.
There isn’t a single thing about Colton Beckett that I’m not head over heels in love with. Seriously. I’ve doodled his name in my spiral notebooks about a million times over the years, always having a breathless moment when I look down at the “Kinleigh Loves Colton” with hearts around it and knowing he is actually mine.
And today is the day.
I get to have him in ways no one else has and no one else ever will.
He’s going to make love to me.
We’ve talked about it a lot, and more so he’s said we aren’t ready. The truth is, I’ve wanted to make love to Colton since I was fourteen years old and we decided to ride out to the pond near the camphor tree together. I wrapped my arms around him, and at fifteen, his body had already morphed into something more masculine than adolescent, with broad shoulders and a wide, thick chest, his belly lumped with muscle, thighs full of power. I held him on that horse and had my first fantasy of what making love to him might be like.
Without an older sister or a mother, or many girlfriends, a lot of sex was a mystery. And because I wanted nothing but the most intense, perfect moment for Colton, I needed time. Time to learn and research and understand.
Also, I needed time to get comfortable with my body.
I started locking my bedroom door, shoving the dresser up against it for extra protection, and stripping down completely bare. I’d stand in front of my mirror, forcing myself to look at all of the places I’d always been threatened to cover, told not to share with anyone but my future husband.
Well, that’s how I saw Colton. My future husband. And in order to have a perfect first time with him, I spent months naked in front of that mirror, making myself comfortable with my bare body. After all, how could I ever be comfortable in front of Colton if I was squeamish alone?
I grew to like the soft curls growing on my pussy. The way my nipples got puffy before the tips hardened. The dimples that rested in my thighs, the marks in my butt cheeks. I grew to love and appreciate it all when I looked at my naked body while thinking of Colton.
I practiced touching myself, and after a handful of times with nothing clicking, finally, I brought myself to an orgasm. I’d been grinding my pillow and holding my pussy beneath the bath faucet to orgasm ever since, all the while, envisioning him. His fingers, his cock, his mouth. Him.
So far, today has been a total haze. Every day after school, Colton drives us home in his pickup truck, and from there, we saddle our horses and ride. An hour, two, however long we can, we ride through our families’ adjoined properties, always finding a private place in the shade somewhere, beneath an untended tree. Today, though, we’ve ridden off to our favorite spot, a place no one has ever found us, where we can listen to the breeze kiss the pond's surface and also hear our horses tied off not too far away.
Private, between our two places, and perfect.
That’s where we are now, past the point of tying off flowers like we aren’t here to make love. Our clothes are off and Colton is naked before me, holding his erect penis in his palm.
My body shudders, clenches and explodes internally at the sight.
I’ve touched him before. Over his jeans always, but a handful of times, I’ve been bold enough to reach out and feel his arousal. Every time was enthralling, sending a little thrill up my spine as heat burgeoned from my core, slipping into my panties in the form of moisture.
I know that when boys and men are aroused, they get hard, and I also know all about the rest of it. I may not have firsthand experience–yet–but a teenager with a penchant for sexual education and an internet connection is a powerful thing.
Knowing and seeing are two different things entirely.
At just the sight of his naked, muscled body, my insides go feral. My pussy clenches itself, like when I come, and my body is instantly full of heat. My arms and fingers, stomach, toes—everything is boiling hot. I step toward him, replacing his hand with mine, because I’m so needy.
“I like feeling you,” I tell him as his lips skate the slope of my neck, coming to the top of my shoulder with a soft bite.
We say a few things, but they’re hard to keep track of as my mind is woozy with need. Finally, I’m on my back on the blanket, Colton’s strong body swaying over me, his sheathed erection pressing into me.
It’s everything I thought it would be, and somehow more than that.
It hurts and I feel full, but the sensation traverses my novice womb, spreading through my chest and limbs. I’ve never felt so incredibly full of happiness and love this way before. Not to this extent. At one point as his lips are at my ear, promises of slowness and carefulness drifting over me, and my stomach tightens and my limbs go limp.
Knowing an orgasm is near and wanting it to be as explosive as possible, I ask Colton to touch me. Just the feel of his rough fingertips on my bare flesh make me think and want filthy, unspeakable things.
With my orgasm wrapping itself around all of my senses, I whisper, “Touch me real gentle, and I’ll come for you.”
As if he’d been holding back before, Colton shifts above me, his strong frame moving as he fucks me with more power and strength than a moment ago. His penis, both thick and lengthy, slides in so deep his heavy balls kiss my bare bottom. His eyes bore into mine a moment, all the love and devotion in the world hidden there, just for me to see like this, when I’m beneath him. One more thrust into me and I let go, my spine rolling up off the blanket as I come in relieving, wild, thrashing waves.
His growl is something I’ve never heard before, both dark and feral, as though the feel of my orgasm all around him brings out his wild nature. He thrusts harder, filling me completely, nudging an achy, sensitive spot deep inside. Then he’s coming, too, and I study his face with rapt attention as he pumps his cum into the condom, inside of me.
Watching Colton Beckett come is etched beautifully into my memory, one of the best things I’ve ever had the honor of witnessing.
Lines appear near his eyes, his mouth falls open, and his hooded eyes lock on me. I look between us to see his abs flexed as he pumps every last drop of his release deep into my body.
As I memorize the love of my life coming inside of me for the first time, I wish there were no condom.
I want him forever. He wants me forever. A surprise baby wouldn’t be such a bad thing.