by Miley Maine
Owen came up behind me. He put one hand on my bare shoulder and ran his hand up and down my arm. I shuddered as he stroked his hand through my hair, which left me with chill bumps on my skin.
I stared out at the city, alive with people and music, grateful that I was here with Owen. I might not have known him well yet, but I hoped I’d get to spend more time with him over the summer. I turned in his arms, and wrapped mine around his neck.
“Hello,” he said, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “I haven’t even got to kiss you properly yet. So, I’m going to do that now.”
A tingly sensation shot through my body. I couldn’t speak; I could only nod. He tangled his hand into my hair, right at the back of my head. He tilted my head just a little, and brushed his lips over mine.
Just that tiny contact had my knees weak. I parted my lips as his mouth covered mine. I’d been kissed before, but never like this. Owen smelled so good, and the heat of his strong body so close to mine was intoxicating. I lowered my arms to grip his biceps through his suit jacket.
He wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer as his tongue swept over my bottom lip. I suppressed a moan. He knew I was a virgin, but I didn’t want to seem like I’d never even kissed a guy before.
He pulled back and put both hands on my face. “You have kissed a man before, right?” he asked.
“A man? No. I kissed a few boys,” I said. They’d all been nice enough, but the experience of kissing them had been unappealing, and not something I’d wanted to repeat.
A hint of a smile played over Owen’s face, and then he leaned in again, pressing his mouth over mine. This time when he pulled me close to his body, his erection pressed into my hip.
I sucked in a breath. I’d seen the guys I’d tried to date with erections, but I’d never gotten close enough to feel it for myself.
“Too much?” he murmured.
I shook my head. “No,” I whispered. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. He tugged me in closer, and my stomach flipped all the way over. That was Owen, with his hard arousal pressing into my body.
I quit being so passive in the kiss, and I reciprocated, licking over his lips, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. His mouth tasted minty, and sweet from the second round of drinks.
Now it was Owen’s turn to moan. “You’re a natural,” he said. He stepped back, walking me backward with him until we were tucked in the corner of the balcony, hidden from anyone who might be looking in.
His hand moved from my waist to my bottom, where he rubbed and squeezed before trailing his hand all the way down to the hem of my dress. He tucked his hand under, skimming his hand up my thigh to rest on my butt, right over my panties.
Still kissing me, he rolled his hips into mine. My stomach, already doing somersaults, kept twisting, and the space between my legs grew wet.
I was familiar with the fact that women get wet when they’re turned on, but it had never happened to me. Not even while watching steamy movies or reading the sexy novels. Now, in Owen’s arms, I squeezed my thighs together as my own arousal soaked my panties.
On instinct, I pressed my chest forward, pressing my breasts into his chest. He groaned, rocking his hips harder into mine.
“Kate,” he breathed. “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I responded by meeting his hips with a roll of my own.
He took a half-step back and put his hands on my waist. “Let’s get you inside. I want to get this dress off of you, and I don’t want anyone else seeing that.”
I didn’t want that either, and I was glad he could think straight, because I sure wasn’t. In a daze, I stepped into the room while he closed the balcony doors and locked them. His gaze pierced mine.
“Are you ready to move on?” he asked.
After I nodded, he moved behind me and unzipped my dress. He didn’t let it fall to the floor, but caught it, holding onto it while I stepped out and slipped my shoes off.
He tossed the dress onto a chair and I was left standing in front of him, wearing only my bra and panties. They were a nice set, a deep rose-colored silk, chosen by Mrs. Laurent of course.
My skin flushed deeper as Owen looked me up and down. “Wow,” he said. “I can’t tell you how beautiful you are.”
Under his gaze, my nipples tightened. I put my hand on his chest. “Your turn.”
Without speaking, he removed his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. He laid both on an armchair. He didn’t touch his jeans yet, but instead wrapped his arms back around me. His bare chest against mine sent my stomach spiraling.
His mouth met mine again. As he kissed me, one of his hands came up to cup my breast over my bra. He rubbed over the silky fabric. A moan escaped my mouth.
“I want to hear you,” he said. “I like it when you make that sound.”
He reached around and unsnapped my bra, catching it in his hand and tossing it to join my dress. Now I stood before him, naked except for my panties. Both of his hands came up to cover my breasts. He gently squeezed, before lowering his mouth to my chest.
He licked over each nipple.
Sparks shot through my veins. I threw my head back, moaning louder.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I had no idea anything could feel like that.”
He nuzzled my neck. “We haven’t even gotten to the good part,” he said, running the palm of his hand across the front of my panties.
My stomach clenched in anticipation.
“If you like this, then you’re going to love the next part.” He lowered his head again, and closed his mouth over my nipple. While he licked over one breast, he pinched the other in between his fingertips. My head spun and I lurched, grabbing onto his arm.
Without warning, he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. “Lying down will make it easier to enjoy.”
He laid me down, and I stretched out across the large bed.
He crawled over me. “Look at you,” he said. “I need to get these panties off of you.”
I closed my eyes and nodded.
Getting a full breath was hard as he kissed his way down my stomach. He hooked his fingers into my panties and peeled them down. My breathing picked up until I felt like I could hyperventilate.
Owen looked up at me. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, panting. “I’m good.” I was a fully-grown adult, who for the first time in my life, had a man between my legs, about to go down on me. It was more than a little overwhelming.
“I’ll take your word for it then,” he said, kissing the inside of my thigh. He pushed my legs apart, exposing my pussy to the open air. He didn’t move for a moment; he just looked. No one had ever seen me like this.
He parted my lips with his finger. “You’re gorgeous,” he said. Then he licked over my clit.
Damn. Electricity surged through every cell in my body. My back arched. My chest heaved. He’d been right about this being the good part.
He licked at my clit again, keeping the pressure soft. I squeezed my hands into fists to prevent myself from grabbing his hair and pulling. After long minutes of intense pleasure, he eased up with his tongue, but then placed his finger over my opening.
“No one’s put a finger inside you?” he asked.
“No,” I breathed.
“Not even you?” He circled the delicate spot with the tip of his finger.
I shook my head. I wasn’t against it, but I’d tried touching myself a few times, and it hadn’t done much for me. My best friend had given me a vibrator as a joke, and I used it from time to time, but I didn’t penetrate myself with it.
“So,” he said, rubbing back and forth. “I’m the first person,” he said, adding a little more pressure with each rub. “To touch you here.”
“Yes. No one else,” I said.
“Good,” he said. “Keep it that way. Your pussy is mine.”
Oh God. I’d never fathomed how it would feel to hear Owen say those words to
me. My body quivered. I wanted him to possess me, to push his body inside mine, to fuck me.
Finally, he pushed his finger inside. At the same time, he flattened his tongue against my clit and flicked it back and forth.
“Owen!” I shouted. Pleasure prickled all over my body. The heat of his finger inside me, plus the feel of his mouth against my clit set my nerves on fire. He kept at it, pressing his finger further inside, rubbing against the sweet spot I’d always heard about but never experienced. While he fucked me with his finger, he kept his mouth on my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth until my entire body tensed. I went rigid, every muscle tightening, until a wave rolled over me and crested and I came, panting his name.
“Owen. That was…” I truly didn’t have words. The orgasm didn’t stop, but kept going, rolling through my body as bliss flooded every portion.
He gently withdrew his finger. “That was just the beginning,” he said.
“I want more.”
“We need to get you ready,” he explained. “You’re going to need more than one finger before you take my cock.”
I shuddered when he said the word cock. I wasn’t ready to speak so frankly, but I loved the way he said the words boldly, without hesitating.
“What are we going to do?”
He slid his hand back between my legs. “Well, you’re already wet, so that’s good. I’m going to add a second finger, and keep kissing you, and we’ll go from there.” He pecked me on the cheek, and got up and disappeared into the bathroom.
I laid there on the bed, completely rung out. I heard running water, and when he came back, it was obvious he’d washed his face and brushed his teeth.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I told him.
“Just trying to use my manners, but I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
“You still have your pants on,” I said. His bare chest was amazing, but I wanted to see all of him.
“I can fix that right now.” He popped the button on his jeans and shoved them down, letting them drop to the floor. Under his jeans, he wore fitted boxers, which clearly showed the outline of his erection. His very large erection. I swallowed hard. I wanted him inside my body, but his cock looked big. Not that I’d seen any in person, but still. Yet it didn’t change my mind, not one bit.
I wanted Owen to take my virginity, and I wanted him to do it now.
Chapter Eleven
Owen
I pushed my boxers down, letting them join my jeans on the floor. My cock throbbed with each motion I made.
On the bed, Kate lay back against the white sheets, not covering herself at all. For a virgin, she’d been up for everything I’d tried, even telling me I didn’t have to brush my teeth after I’d buried my face in her sweet pussy.
Her entrance was tight though, and my cock was big. She needed some more time to warm up before I was inside her. There was no way I was going to hurt her.
Her eyes were glued to my cock, which was so hard it stood straight up against my stomach. As I stepped toward the bed, she lifted her hand to trace over my abs, but she didn’t touch my cock.
“You’re gorgeous,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied, pleased that she could appreciate my body just like I appreciated hers. Every part of her body was delectable, from her ears to her ankles. I wanted to push her flat and shove my cock inside, but I couldn’t. I wanted her to enjoy this. I was fucking determined that she’d have the best first time possible, and I would be the one to give her that.
For the rest of her life, I wanted her to remember me as the man who not only took her virginity, but the man who made it good. No, not just good, but amazing.
She was so inexperienced, not having even used her own fingers on herself. The fact that I’d been the first man to push my finger inside her pussy had made my cock ready to explode. I had to take a few deep breaths to restrain myself from shooting off too soon.
I laid down next to her on the bed. I kissed her again, savoring the flavor of her mouth, which tasted like peppermint. She met me with enthusiasm, licking and sucking on my bottom lip. She was clearly a fast learner, she wanted this, and that turned me on even more.
A turned-on, enthusiastic partner was the best kind of partner. As we kissed, I pushed her legs apart again. I got my hand back between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet. I circled my thumb over her clit a few times while she writhed on the bed.
Still kissing her, I pushed one finger into her pussy. Encouraged by her deep moan, I slowly added a second finger. It was a tight fit, but I used the slick from her pussy to ease the way.
“Owen,” she said, breaking the kiss.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“No, just tight,” she responded, shifting her hips.
Lying on my side, I rubbed my hard cock against her hip while I eased both my fingers in and out, trying to apply light pressure to the walls of her pussy while I stretched it out, little by little.
She lifted her hips, rocking against me as I began to thrust my fingers in and out of her. I picked up speed, and she moaned. I kept my fingers moving, and put my thumb back on her clit, flicking back and forth. She jerked her head away, biting her lip as she trembled.
“That feels so good,” she said, grinding the words out. “I’m close again, but I want to wait.”
“Wait on what?” I asked.
“Wait until you’re inside me,” she said.
Now it was my turn to shudder. “It won’t be long. I’m going to add a third finger. Tell me if it hurts.”
She nodded, and instead of kissing her, I lowered my head back to her chest. I licked over those pert little breasts again, loving the way her nipples reacted. As I sucked on her breasts, her pussy grew wetter, and my fingers moved easier, in and out, so I added the third finger, pushing it in alongside the first two.
The walls of her pussy squeezed my hand, but I pushed, a steady pressure until all three slipped in. I looked up to check on her. She was breathing hard, but not wincing, so I kept going, moving my fingers.
“Let me show you something,” I said. With my fingers still inside her, I sat up. I lifted her hand and pulled it to her breast. “Squeeze your nipples.”
A little frown line showed up in between her eyes. “I don’t know if it will feel good if I do it,” she said.
“It will, because I told you to do it, and because my fingers are in your pussy.”
She smiled. “I don’t know if that makes sense.”
“It doesn’t have to,” I said. “As long as it works.” I showed her how to squeeze her nipples, and then tugged on her other arm, until she had both hands on her breasts. “Don’t let go,” I reminded her.
“I won’t,” she said.
I scooted closer to her, keeping my three fingers moving in her pussy, while I put my free hand on her clit. I was ready to put my cock in, but I needed to see for myself if she was ready.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Making sure you’re ready. By making sure you’re as wet as you can be.”
“Oh,” she moaned. “I feel ready.”
Her pussy glistened. My hard cock leaked, desperate for friction. “I’ll decide when you’re ready.”
“I don’t get a say?” She batted her eyelashes at me.
“You can stop me, but you can’t rush me,” I said, continuing to strum my hand over her clit as her pussy got impossibly wet.
Her body tensed up again, and she grabbed my arm. “Too close,” she said. “I don’t want to come again before you’re inside me.”
I had to bite down on my tongue to quell my orgasm. My cock was ready to burst. One finger at a time, I slowly withdrew my hand from her body. Her pussy was still small and tight, but she was a virgin, and this was as good as we were going to get before she took my cock.
I leaned over to grab the new condom I’d stashed in my jeans and unrolled it quickly, putting it over my cock. Once it was secure, I crawled up to kiss her mouth. “I think you�
��re ready.”
“I am,” she said.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if it hurts. I’m going to go slow, but if there’s a sharp pain, I’ll stop.”
“I can take it,” she said.
“I have no doubt that you can, but I want this to be fun.”
“It’s already a thousand times better than I expected.”
“Good. I want it to be a good memory.” I kissed her cheek. “I’d be a pretty big failure if I screwed this up for you.”
“I don’t think you could be a failure at all.”
I figured she wouldn’t be too impressed if she knew I wasn’t really an accountant for Laurent.
“What were you expecting for your first time?” I asked.
“Something I had to endure. Something I’d have to get through. That’s how dating always was before.”
I pulled a strand of her silky dark hair between my fingers. “Well. At the risk of sounding like the boring older man, if sex is ever something to be endured, then don’t do it.”
She smiled. “That’s exactly what I’d say to anyone else too. And it’s the reason why I’m still a virgin.”
Not for long, I thought. “I’m glad you waited,” I said. I knelt up between her legs, shifting her hips so she’d be comfortable. I laid back down on top of her, balancing on one elbow as I took my cock in hand. “You ready to not be a virgin anymore?”
She nodded and grabbed my shoulders, holding on. “One hundred percent.”
“Try to stay relaxed,” I said. I inhaled her sweet lemon scent and pushed my cock into her body. Her pussy resisted, but I leaned in, pressing my hips forward with a solid, steady pressure.
Kate’s chin came up, and she panted, taking long, deep breaths.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she said.
“Look at me.”
She opened those pretty green eyes and focused on mine.
“You feel so good,” I said. I pressed in, a little more, and a painful expression crossed her face. “Too much?”
“No. Keep going.”
