“I mean, you are really turning me on right now, and I seriously can’t get enough of you, but I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to, or that you’re going to regret later,” I said. “You already told me more than once that you don’t want me to come into the house when I dropped you off before, so if you want to slow down, don’t be afraid to speak up,” I said.
“Is this too much?” she asked, but I quickly reassured her that it wasn’t.
“It’s not for me, but I don’t want you to think I’m looking for anything more from you than what we are already doing. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to make you regret your choice,” I explained.
She took a deep breath, and I hoped I hadn’t said anything to push her away.
“Okay, you should probably know the truth,” she said.
“What?” I asked. I was instantly alarmed, wondering if I had done something wrong that made her feel this way. Or, worse, bracing myself for some information she was waiting to tell me.
I quickly relaxed as she explained to me her feelings.
“When me and some of my girlfriends were younger, we all made a pact. We were going to wait until we found the right person to have sex – like, none of us wanted to just have sex like so many of our other friends were doing. We wanted to wait. We wanted it to be special until we were absolutely sure we had found the right one to share it with. Then I met you,” she said.
I grinned.
“So, what you’re telling me right now is that you didn’t hold off because of me, but because you’re a virgin?”
“Exactly,” she said with a nod. “I just had to make sure I’m ready for this, and I can tell you right now, I am.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, suddenly nervous. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be the one to take her virginity, but I worried that she was going to do this because she thought she had to or that it was what I expected. But, she also seemed to have given it enough thought that she knew what she wanted.
And she was happy to explain everything to me, too.
“You were such a gentleman from the beginning. Like, you never did anything that made me feel uncomfortable, even though my mom was the one who put us in that awkward dinner in the first place. You just took it all in stride with that killer smile on your face. And the way I feel when I’m with you. I don’t know. I just can’t imagine anything being any better than it is now,” she said.
She leaned forward and we kissed for a few minutes longer, but I was getting more and more turned on by the second. The way she moved against me as she kissed me was already making my cock as hard as a rock, and as I ran my hand over her body, I could feel her shiver.
I didn’t doubt she wanted it, but I still let her be the one to take the lead over how fast we were moving. If she wanted to stop at any moment, I would have been happy to stop for her. But, I also wanted this.
I had dreamt of what it would be like to make love to her since the dinner of the blind date. I had been so connected to her from the beginning, I wasn’t at all in a hurry to push for sex, but I wasn’t about to pass it up if I got the chance to be with her, either.
But, she had made up her mind. She wasn’t going to come this far with me right now, then turn back. She had made her decision that she was ready, and I was ready right along with her.
She rose from the couch and pulled me along with her, leading me to the bedroom.
“Are you sure you want this?” I asked one more time as she closed the door.
“I’m sure,” she said. “I’m sure I want you more than anything. How do you feel?”
“I’m pretty sure I feel the same about you,” I said.
I wrapped my arms around her, and our lips met once more before I picked her up and carried her onto the mattress, laying her down. Our clothes came off pretty fast at that point, falling to the floor in a crumpled mess. I didn’t care. I could get the wrinkles out of my clothes later.
My mind was on one thing and one thing only at this point – and that was Harper herself. She was a goddess in every sense of the word, and I only wanted to enjoy her.
All the rest of the details could take care of themselves later.
This was important.
EIGHTEEN
Harper
I’d not only spentthe day deciding whether I was ready to have sex, but I spent the entire week.
Shoot, I had been spending my adulthood waiting, and I now felt certain I was ready. The conversation with Raya had helped some. She had asked me point blank if I was sure about this, and while I hadn’t been ready to give her an answer at the time, as I made dinner and thought about it that much more, I knew I was doing the right thing.