Forbidden First Times: A Contemporary Romance Collection

by Sofia T Summers

  “But now, I’d rather just eat you,” I said in a low, husky voice.

  Jessie blushed shyly.

  “Okay,” she said, nodding quickly. “Yes.”

  We left the restaurant – dodging a rude look from the hostess – and went to my SUV, where I drove without saying a word to my condo. As we rode the elevator up to my floor, Jessie looked around. For once, she seemed almost shy, almost hesitant with me.

  I reached for her hand and laced my fingers with hers, squeezing tightly. It was the first time that we’d touched all day and the feel of her soft skin against mine sent a bolt of racing lust down my spine.

  “You know,” Jessie said softly as I unlocked the front door. We walked into my living room and I locked the door behind us, then turned to face her.

  “What is it?” I asked quietly. “What’s wrong?”

  Jessie shook her curly head. “Nothing,” she said softly. “I’m just ... well, I’m kind of nervous, that’s all.”

  Nervous? I thought. You?

  Pulling her tightly into my arms, there was nothing else for me to do but kiss her. Jessie melted against me, opening her mouth to mine as my tongue slid between her lips. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around my neck, tilting her head to the side as the kiss grew more passionate.

  Hot lust bloomed inside of me and my cock grew stiff as I felt the press of Jessie’s tits against my body. She whimpered as I ran my hands over her curves to the hem of her dress, slowly inching it up her round thighs to expose creamy, silky skin. I dropped to my knees and kissed the insides of her thighs, making her quiver and whimper with excitement. Her pussy was already fragrant and wet and as much as I wanted her right here and now, I didn’t want to fuck her in the living room like she was some one night stand.

  Getting to my feet, I kissed her lips once more and took one of her hands in mine. I led Jessie down the long hallway to the master bedroom and tugged her gently in the direction of the bed. Jessie gasped as I picked her up and set her down on the bed, her limbs splaying out as she fell backwards. The skirt of her dress rose higher and higher, showing off her pink cotton panties with a damp spot on the crotch.

  “Ben,” Jessie moaned, closing her eyes and arching her back. The buttons on the front of her sundress strained from the size of her tits and I had to resist the urge to rip it off, send buttons flying across the room. Instead, I climbed between her legs and kissed her passionately as my fingers undid the buttons, one by one.

  Underneath, Jessie wore a sheer pink bra that didn’t conceal her stiff nipples. I lowered my mouth to her chest and sucked her nipples through the flimsy fabric, one at a time. She gasped and moaned, running her hands over my close-cropped hair and straining underneath me. She tasted salty and sweet and I could smell her familiar floral perfume. Mingled with the scent of her pussy, her body smelled delectable and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer before taking her and making her mine, truly mine.

  I pulled the dress away from Jessie’s body and squirmed my hand under her, unhooking her bra and tossing it away. Clad only in pink panties, my curvy goddess was the most beautiful, delicious sight that I’d ever seen. My cock was throbbing with intense desire and my balls ached, but I wanted to make sure that she was ready before plunging inside of her. I slid my hand into her panties and cupped her pussy lips, felt her wet warmth. Spreading her lips with one hand, I gently rubbed her clit with the other. Jessie went wild. She shrieked and moaned and thrust her hips towards me, straining the pink cotton with every wild buck of her body. She rubbed her pussy against my hand, covering my fingers in her nectar, and I groaned with impatient lust as she reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head.

  Jessie ran her hands down my bare chest, using her fingernails to make tiny delicious scratch marks all over me. It felt so good that I bit my lip and grunted, strained towards her as she teased me. Her fingers moved lower and lower to my jeans and she unzipped them smoothly and tugged them down my hips. My cock was straining the front of my black boxer briefs and Jessie gasped softly as she rubbed her hand over my bulge. The warmth of her hand through the fabric was incredible and I closed my eyes and strained, arched my back and leaned into her caress. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged them down. My cock sprang free and Jessie wrapped her hand around my shaft. Her hand was petal-soft against my erection and I groaned loudly as she began stroking me up and down. White-hot pleasure shot through my body as she stroked me and it took an incredible, Sisyphean effort to push her hand away.

  “I want you,” I groaned.

  Jessie bit her lower lip and smiled coyly up at me. Her brown curls were a mess and her cheeks were pink with arousal as she took her hands away. She pulled her panties down and spread her legs for me, showing off her glorious pink pussy.

  “Then take me,” Jessie moaned. “Make me yours.”

  All I could do was obey. I braced one hand against the bed and the other against Jessie’s soft hip. When I looked into her eyes, I saw that she was no longer smiling. She was giving me a serious, loving look – it was so unlike her that it almost threw me for a moment. I could feel the emotion flowing between us and it was so intense that I felt more naked, more exposed, more raw than I’d ever felt in my entire life. It was like Jessie was looking through my eyes and seeing my soul.

  “I need you,” I told her quietly. As I leaned close and gave her a tender kiss, I plunged my cock deep inside of her ready, soaking wet pussy.

  Jessie moaned into my mouth and sucked my lower lip as I buried my hard dick in her. She wrapped her round thighs around my waist and started rocking her body against mine, rubbing her clit against me as I began to thrust into her. As we slowly moved in a sensual, loving rhythm, I tanged my fingers with Jessie’s and held her arms over her head, pinning her to the mattress. Every thrust, every shared breath filled me with a new kind of passion and urgency and soon, Jessie was whimpering and shaking beneath me. Her soft body trembled every time she exhaled and she broke the kiss to bury her face in my neck. We rocked together slowly and sweat broke out over bodies until we were slick and soaked.

  “Ben,” Jessie moaned, her voice muffled. “Ben!” I felt her pussy clench me tightly as she began to shake with a powerful orgasm. She dug her fingernails into the backs of my hands but I barely felt it – a tsunami of ecstasy was crashing over me and I grunted and bucked my hips hard as I began to come inside of her, filling her with the same seed that had made our daughter.

  “Oh, Ben,” Jessie whispered. She was still soaked and shaking hard as she kissed my neck, then squirmed out from under me and flopped down on her side.

  I raked a hand through my hair and smirked at her.

  “Still good?” I asked.

  Jessie blushed and bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she said coyly. “Maybe we should give it another try, you know. Just to be sure.”

  23

  Jessie

  I couldn’t stop trembling and shaking as Ben pulled me close.

  “What’s wrong,” Ben asked as he smoothed my soaking curls away from my damp forehead. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded. I couldn’t speak. How could I tell him what I was feeling? That all of the love I’d had for him had come rushing back faster than I ever could have imagined, that it was like no time had passed at all since we were apart? The other day in the Land Rover had been one thing – all of my anger had spilled over into hot, rushing lust.

  But this? This passionate sex we’d just had? Nothing like that had ever happened before. I felt like Ben had seen something inside of me that I hadn’t even known had existed until now.

  I swallowed hard. Ben was peering at me with intent concern, his forehead wrinkled and his sapphire-blue eyes open and honest.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” I managed to finally say. “It’s just ... that was intense, that’s all.”

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, no,” I said quickly, shaking my head. The sudden movement felt good on my sweaty skin and I yawned. �
�You didn’t hurt me, I promise.”

  “If I did anything, or said anything that—”

  I shook my head again. “No, Ben. Really. It’s not that.”

  “Can you try to tell me?” Ben asked.

  A new sudden rush of tender emotion poured over me. As close as I was with Henny and my brother, Jared, neither of them were the type who would prompt me to be so open and honest. They’d wait for me to start gushing about it, because as they knew, I was usually the kind of person who couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I loved talking – so much that back in grade school, I’d often gotten in trouble for it.

  But being with Ben in quiet, post-coital silence was somehow more meaningful than any words I could ever express. Just looking into his eyes, I could tell that he still loved me, maybe even more than ever.

  Which was how I felt about him. I couldn’t believe that he’d come rushing back into my life and swept me off my feet – after years of working a dangerous mission, nonetheless. Just the thought that he could have been hurt – or worse, killed – protecting our country brought piercing agony to my heart.

  Suddenly, I launched myself towards him and wrapped my sweaty arms around his shoulders. I hugged him tightly, squeezing him until he chuckled.

  “Well, I’m guessing it’s not that you’re mad,” Ben joked.

  I shook my head and closed my eyes, breathing in his musky scent and hoping that I’d always have him nearby for the rest of my life. Being held against his hard, muscular chest was so comforting and soothing – it made me feel safe, like nothing bad was ever going to happen again.

  Were we really going to give ‘us’ another shot, after all this time? My heart was screaming ‘yes’ so loudly that even if my brain had objected, I wouldn’t have been able to hear it. I wanted him, I wanted us. Not just because I was lonely, but because he was the love of my life, the only man who would ever be able to love and understand me the way he did. It was crazy – we were such opposites, but we balanced each other out.

  And Olive, oh god, what was I going to do about our daughter? How on earth was I going to tell her that not only did she have a father, but that he was back in our lives? Olive and I were a package deal – and it wasn’t like I could keep Ben a secret from her for long. She was so inquisitive and smart that I knew she’d find out, even if I tried my hardest.

  Besides, I didn’t want to keep Ben out of her life. I couldn’t wait for my man and our little girl to start building the relationship that they should have start on ages ago.

  I cleared my throat and rolled away from Ben. The sight of our clothes scattered around his room made me smile and for the first time, I really took in just how nice his condo was. The carpet was so plush that I felt like I was sinking in every time I took a step and his king-sized bed was covered with sheets of a higher thread count than I’d ever touched.

  How was he going to react, finding out that Olive and I were one step above food stamps? Suddenly, reality came sinking back in. I thought about Ben’s family, his rich, snooty parents ... forget introducing Ben to Olive, how the fuck would his family treat our daughter?

  What if this wasn’t going to work between us, after all? Back when we were kids, we never cared about class differences ... or at least, I didn’t. But his parents had made no secret of the fact that they’d always thought of me as nothing more than a gold-digger.

  Fuck.

  Swallowing hard, I got up from the bed.

  “Where are you going?” Ben asked.

  “I need a shower,” I said. And some time to think, I added silently. I crossed the room and went into the bathroom – which of course, had marble walls and tiled floors. There was a large soaking tub that I stared at wistfully for a moment before opening the glass shower door and turning on the water. When it was hot, I climbed inside and stood with my face to the spray.

  I’d barely had time to wet my hair when I heard the door open. I turned and saw Ben, stepping in behind me.

  He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to shower with you in here,” he said.

  I blushed. At the sight of his muscled physique, all thoughts of his parents and Olive and the drama that would inevitably ensue went flying out of my head. Ben pulled me close under the waterfall-like hot spray and kissed me. Kissing him under the flow of the water sent a delicious shiver down my spine and I moaned softly as he stroked my body. His hands slid over my wet body, cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples between his fingers. I bit my lip and whimpered as my pussy started tingling once again. Ben moved his hands lower and I tensed with anticipation. He gently pushed me backwards until my ass was touching the marble wall. The cool feel of the wall mixed with the sensation of the hot water flowing over me was exquisite and I cried out softly as Ben put his hand between my legs.

  “Hmmm,” Ben teased as he leaned in for another deep kiss. “You’re wet, but I’d like to see you wetter.” He pulled his hand away and I gasped with frustration.

  “You can’t do that,” I cried. “It’s not fair!”

  Ben smirked at me. He reached for his loofah and dripped some body wash onto it, then lathered it up and began rubbing slow, torturous circles around my breasts. The sensation of the soapy mesh gliding over my nipples was heavenly and I whimpered and cried out, arching my back and pushing my breasts towards Ben, wanting more. He rubbed the loofah over one nipple, then the other, then moved it lower and soaped my belly. My nipples were tinging and so stiff that they almost ached and when Ben guided me under the water to wash me clean, I moaned. When the soap had dripped from my breasts, he leaned over and took my wet, swollen nipples into his mouth and ran his hot tongue over them. After the rough mesh, the touch of his mouth on my sensitive skin was so exquisite that I could hardly bear it. I pressed my breasts against his face, gasping as his tongue flicked over my nipples.

  Without taking his mouth away from my chest, Ben moved the loofah lower, soaping my tangle of pubic hair and then moving it between my legs and gently rubbing it on my pussy. I was still sore from the way he’d made passionate love to me and I gasped as he rubbed the loofah over my pussy lips, gently, teasing me.

  “Oh my god,” I cried, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. I spread my legs as far as I could while still remaining on my feet. Ben kept washing me, torturing me, moving the loofah from my pussy to my inner thighs and back again, just softly enough for my clit to tingle and throb.

  “There, baby,” Ben said in a low growl. He dropped the loofah to the ground and guided my pussy towards the spray of the water. The warm water felt so amazing when it hit my spread pussy and I gasped and bucked my hips forward to that it would rinse my clit. When I felt the water touch me there, I cried out and moaned loudly, moving my body and undulating as it soaked me.

  Ben dropped to his knees in a graceful, single motion. He took me by the hips and pulled my thighs a little further apart, making my muscles burn pleasantly. He nuzzled my wet pussy, then spread my nether lips with one hand and flicked his tongue over my clean clit, just as he had with my nipples.

  Instantly, a torrent of ecstasy shot through me. I shrieked with pleasure and shoved my hips forward, wanting more. Ben slid a finger inside of my pussy and began fingering me as he sucked and licked my clit, sometimes moving his head just to the side to nibble the lip of my pussy. It felt so erotic and strange, like nothing I had ever experienced, and when my orgasm hit me I thought that I’d died and gone to heaven.

  “Fuck!” I shrieked. “Oh my god, Ben!”

  Ben kept licking and sucking, holding me firmly by the hips with one hand. As wave after spectacular, pleasurable wave washed over me, I began to shake and tremble so violently that I had to brace myself with one hand against the wall of the shower. My legs threatened to buckle and I shuddered as the most powerful orgasm of my life began to fade.

  Ben got to his feet and grinned at me. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and leaned in for a kiss. My chest was heaving and I was panting hard when we pulled apart.

  And
just like that, I knew. I knew that I could never give this up, this love, this passion. Ben’s parents be damned – we were back together, and everything was going to be perfect.

  24

  Ben

  I was flying high on lust and love. Jessie was back in my life and it was like I was seeing the world in new colors. We spent as much time as we could together, and I was thrilled when she called me on Wednesday afternoon, right after I’d gotten home from the gym.

  “I almost never hear from you this late,” I joked. “You sure you don’t have a man lying around somewhere? That I’m not just your sidepiece?”

  Jessie laughed – a deep, belly laugh from her gut. I pictured her smiling face and grinned.

  “Maybe,” she teased. “Maybe even more than one. Hell, I think you’re just one of the gang. What’s your name, again? Brad?”

  “Ha,” I replied. “You’re funny. Anyone ever tell you that?”

  “Yeah,” Jessie replied smugly. “Like, all of my other boyfriends.”

  My grin grew a shade wider. Boyfriend, I thought.

  I’d never liked the sound of a word as much as that one.

  Except maybe, husband.

  “Anyway,” Jessie said, and I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was still smiling. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place. For dinner.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah,” Jessie said. She paused and I heard her inhale. “I was, um, thinking that maybe you could meet Olive. You know – um, only if you want to. Like, you don’t have to – no pressure, or anything like that.”

  “Are you kidding? I’d love to,” I said. “That would be great.”

  “Yeah? Good,” Jessie said. She sounded relieved. “I know I said that I wanted to give it some time, but really what better time than the present?”

  “Yeah,” I echoed. “Definitely.”

  “Don’t be nervous,” Jessie said. “She’ll love you. She’s a little shy at first, but she’s a very smart kid.”