“No, Ria, I’ll go home tonight. You have said and done more than I had hoped for when I came here. I didn’t bring any protection, not expecting us to make love tonight. We’ve waited two years, we can wait another six weeks for our wedding night. Besides, I don’t want Justin to hear us or feel uncomfortable with me here.”
Going up on my tip toes, I slide my arms around his neck and pull him down to me. “I didn’t wait because of some sentimental vision of my wedding night. I waited for the right man, now that I’ve found him, I don’t want to wait another moment. I thought you said we could have two, why do we need protection when we are to have them soon? I don’t want anything between us, the first time or the next time. Besides, Justin sleeps like he’s dead and will be happy to find you here.”
He’s trying to fight the need, then he stops fighting and his kiss is fierce and fire all over again. I don’t even realize we make it to my bedroom until he closes the door and flicks on the lights. When he lets me slide down his body, my knees threaten to give out and it takes a moment to get air into my lungs. His hands undo the knot of the robe and he goes still as he takes in what I’m wearing.
I had stopped at a shop I’d longed to go into for years, but felt silly wasting money on something no one but I was going to see. The moment I laid eyes on it, though, I knew it was perfect. Made of white lace that covers my breasts and allows more to be seen then it covers, there is a strip under my breasts made of lace, small pearls, and little crystals. Below the strip it’s sheer and the matching lace panties can be seen underneath.
Drake’s eyes darken to a sapphire blue as they sweep over me and back up to my face. When he takes a step closer, I shake my head and take a step back. “No, it’s my turn, this time.” When he takes another step closer, my hand comes up to his chest and the feel of him beneath my hand has my fingers lingering. “Please, Drake.” I plead, as I lean forward to press a kiss against his chest. A thrill goes through me to see him shudder at my touch.
“Okay, yes.” Stepping back, he pulls off his shirt and my eyes cling to his body as he undresses. His hands seem to work far too slowly when he gets to his jeans. Then time speeds up when he pushes the jeans, along with his boxers, down. My stomach dips at the sight of him thick and straining, and I’m wet and aching again with longing. Pulling back the covers he gets into bed. It’s a queen bed and he’s so big he takes up most of it. He looks so right, where I have dreamed of him for so long.
Lying on his back, he holds out his hand. Taking it as I kneel down, I kiss him on the chest. My hand comes up to stroke with curiosity and wonder at his beautiful body. His muscles are made from hard work and heavy lifting, not from hours in
the gym. My mouth follows my fingers and I flick out my tongue to taste his skin. Heaven, silky soft and lightly hairy, his chest is almost as good as the taste of his mouth. I find a flat male nipple as tight as my own, the tip of my tongue teases, and he moans my name. Strong hands go into my hair and he tugs me up to his mouth. His kiss is enticing as a hand slides down the front of me, along the place where lace meets skin. Breathless, shaking my head, I push away. He moans my name with longing and I love knowing I can make him as needy as he makes me.
He shifts, and the hard length of him presses against my hip. I’m driven by need to touch and learn the feel of him and move down his body. Up close, he’s daunting and I’m wondering how he’ll feel inside me. Lightly, I trail a finger down the length of him and Drake shivers. My body clenches deep inside with need, and I’m hungry to taste him as he tasted me. Leaning down, I lick up from the base to the tip. The taste of him is exotic and heady. My name comes out of him in a shaky moan and it makes me bolder. He’s so thick, I know I won’t be able to take much, but I open my mouth and suck him as deeply as my greedy mouth can take. I move up and down on him and my hand begins to stroke him where my mouth can’t reach. His hand covers my own as he shows me how to stroke him. Excitement has me trying to take him deeper and he warns me. I don’t move away, only suck him deeper. When he floods my mouth, I swallow and savor the result of pleasing him. The taste is salty, thick, and sweet to me knowing it’s because of me.
Drake pulls me up to rest me on his chest. A hand strokes through my hair as he looks down at me. “Thank you, that was amazing, you are amazing. That isn’t something I would have asked of you so soon, but I’m not ashamed to tell you I’ve dreamed of your mouth on my cock, almost as often as your pussy riding my cock.” I blush at his words and he smiles as he rolls over so that I’m underneath him. “My sweet, shy, little virgin. The things I’ve dreamt about doing with you would make you so red you’d faint. We are going to do them all, and you’ll come and beg for more. I promise.”
Heat grazes my ear as he whispers into it. His mouth is there and he knows the perfect spots, every one of them. Kissing down my neck, he moves up and away to stare down at me. “Your wedding dress, I want it to look as close to this as possible.”
I nod lazily, as his hands caress over me and down to the edge before pulling it up and leaving me bare except for the lacy panties. “Every time I would think of you I told myself, you couldn’t be as beautiful as I made you out to be. Then I would see you again and I was right, you are better. That’s how I feel looking at your body. Last night I tried to get to sleep by telling myself your breasts weren’t as perfect and pouting, or your nipples as sweet as I remembered them to be, once again you are even better. Thank god you relieved my cock, because I don’t know how I would have lasted long enough to make this good for you.”
Laughing at my blush, Drake kisses my hot cheek lightly. Moving down, his tongue dances across my nipple, flicking and teasing and I’m begging for more. At last, his mouth swallows my breast into the heat of him. Hot and wet he sucks, as his tongue dances and taunts my nipple, until he sucks hard on the aching tip and I shudder. Slowly, he moves to my other breast and hungrily works the same dance on it. He’s sucking harder and harder until I cry out, begging him to be inside me.
He ignores my plea and kisses lightly down my body until his mouth finds the front of the panties and he licks, exploring against the lace, and he can taste my need coating the panties. His groan vibrates against me and I moan for more. The panties disappear and he opens my thighs wide to get to me. Thick fingers move along the seam of me and linger down, shame hits me at how wet I am for him.
“Tell me what that blush is for, my sweet.” He demands huskily. In a choked voice, I admit my thought out loud. “There won’t be any of that, no shame, no second thoughts, and sure as fuck no embarrassment over what we feel and what we do together. Even if I weren’t in love with you and you weren’t wearing my ring on your finger, what two people desire and do together is nothing to ever be ashamed of. Do you hear me? Your pussy is wet as it’s preparing for my cock inside you, that’s biology. Your pussy soaking wet is simply showing me how much you need me, that’s the greatest compliment you could ever give a man.” His fingers slide inside me slowly, and finds the barrier. My body clenches, not with pain but with need. “So tight, a virgin, I still can’t believe it. You are so damned beautiful and still a virgin. I hate to tell you, sweetheart, it will hurt a bit, though not for long and I promise I’ll make it better.”
Slowly, he works his fingers in and out of me and it feels so good my hips move to meet them. “No, sweetheart. Let me do this right.”
His other hand opens me wide for him and his tongue slips inside me and I’m moaning his name. The feel of his tongue sliding over and over me along with his fingers is a combination that is sending me toward a climax. I stiffen in fear and Drake feels it and murmurs for me to let go. I trust him and tip over into an orgasm that overtakes me from the inside out.
I’m shaking, and grateful for his arms around me as he tries to calm me. “It’s okay, it’s better than okay. Scary?” He hears my whisper against his throat. “It’s not supposed to be scary. I understand it can seem that way if you’ve never felt it before. All of that emotion can be overwhelming but now sweetheart, don’t you feel sweet bliss as if you were floating in the ocean after all of those crashing waves? Hmm, breathe deeply and enjoy the moment.”
Gradually, the trembling dies down and with it the overwhelming feelings. I’ve never so much as touched myself, except to wash in the shower. When I wanted to, when I was around Justin’s age, we shared a one bedroom apartment and there just wasn’t any privacy. After Justin was born, I didn’t have the time or the inclination. Even though I’ve read romances along with the mysteries and thrillers, I never even thought of it. I didn’t let myself enjoy what I could have, because I was scared I’d want it too much and do something reckless. I explain in a guilty whisper.
“Something reckless, like accepting the obvious invitation and pass I made at you every time I saw you?”
“Like that. I would see you and come home and dream of you and that alone was enough to make me sometimes resent the obligation of thinking of Justin before myself and I hated you, and me, for it.”
A kiss is pressed into my forehead, “Hey, you are a living breathing young woman, don’t do that to us or Justin. Need, desire, and wanting is normal and you aren’t a saint, pretty damned close, but no saint. Which, I have to tell you I’m relieved for, because I’m pretty sure no saint could go down on my cock as well as you did.”
Laughter bubbles up at his words as I bury my face into his chest. “I’m pretty sure that’s heresy.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s the truth. Now, sweetheart, if you’ve recovered I need to be inside you and I want you to come on my cock.”
It takes a moment to realize he is above me, and his cock, hard and wet, is grazing along the seam of my pussy. Just the thought of the words make me blush, even though I loved hearing Drake say them without reserve, his need, his desires, unashamed in the slightest. Looking down, I watch as he drags his cock lightly in and then out, up and down.
“Please, Drake, don’t tease me.”
“Tell me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you anything your heart desires.”
“I want you to make love to me with not just your tongue and your fingers; I want your cock inside me.”
“Anything you want, my love.” He’s thick, yet the first few inches he slides in easily. Then my body clenches in fear at how the pain is building as he pushes deeper. “Look at me Ria, I love you. I love you so much.”
It’s shining from his eyes and I nod pulling him down to me. “I love you, too, so much it’s scared me, but not anymore.”