Ice climbed out of bed, and pulling up the covers, draped them around her. “I’m going to get rid of this condom—you just lay there and relax. I know it wasn’t great for you, but next time, I’ll take you to the stars.”
Ice headed for the bathroom, switched on the light, and shut the door behind him. He shook his head in disbelief. What a monumental fuck up. He leaned against the back of the door and thought things couldn’t have gone any worse, but then he reached down to remove the latex from his still aroused cock. The sight of the broken condom froze the blood in his veins. No fucking way.
His well-ordered compartmentalized world was collapsing around him like a house of cards. What the hell was he supposed to do now? What if she got pregnant? His SEAL life and his sex life were kept in separate boxes that could not overlap. No way. Ice found himself praying that even though she’d been a virgin, she was on the pill
Trying to gather his scattered wits, he paced the small bathroom like a caged lion. He needed to think on his feet. He’d only done two laps when his years of training kicked in. Releasing his breath, he turned on the taps, splashed his face with cool water, and began to rationalize the situation.
One. This was her first time.
Two. How likely is it she’d fall pregnant the first time? Not very.
Three. Should I tell her? Nah, why worry her unnecessarily.
Four. Chill out. Find out if she’s on the pill.
Ice felt better and filled the sink. Knowing Kathy would be sticky, he took a soft cloth from the cupboard, soaked it in the tepid water, and wrung out the excess. Picking up a dry towel, he flicked off the light and went back to the bedroom.
*
Kathy lay quietly on the bed, a myriad of thoughts rushing through her mind. This hadn’t turned out the way she’d imagined. Sure the oral was great, more than she’d expected really. She was shivering just remembering the way Shane’s tongue had sucked and stroked her, but the actual intercourse was a fizzer.
When Shane first pushed into her, she was shocked at how much it hurt, yes she was expecting it, but it was a shock nevertheless. The pain was brief only lasting an instant, and when he began rhythmically gliding inside her again, it had started to feel good, but before she even neared her peak, he’d ejaculated. Despite that, she was glad he’d at least provided protection, ‘cause she sure as heck hadn’t given it a thought.
Kathy couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. In the romance novels she’d read, the hero always brought the heroine to earth shattering fulfillment before claiming his own release, but Shane had come so suddenly that perhaps he wasn’t able to wait for her. Maybe it was just in books that guys had that much self-control, or maybe Shane wasn’t much more experienced than her.
Thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled the covers closer and listened to the steady rhythm of the rain against the windowpane. It was a comforting sound that lulled her into a light doze, which was how Shane found her when he re-entered the room.
“Are you awake?” he whispered.
Kathy opened her eyes with a self-conscious smile. Shane towered over her with a towel in his hand.
“I’m just going to clean you up babe,” he explained as he sat beside her on the bed and peeled back the covers.
“No, please, I can do it,” she protested, trying to snatch the cloth from him in a tug-of-war, but he held tight.
“Listen babe, I did it, so I’ll do it. You just lay still and relax.”
The determined set of his jaw told her it would be useless to protest further, so she released the cloth, settled against the pillows, and cast about for something other to think on than his ministrations.
*
Ice stroked her gently with the damp cloth praying there’d be no repercussions. “Kathy, I’m real sorry your first time wasn’t great. Next time I promise it’ll be a whole lot better.”
“That’s okay Shane,” she murmured. “I have read sometimes men get carried away in the heat of the moment and can’t control their timing, but I’m sure you did your best.”
Mortification stilled his hands. Did … his … best. His attempt at consideration she’d interpreted as, he couldn’t control his fucking timing. How the hell could he respond to that?
Ice’s thoughts were in a quandary. It was a precarious situation in which he found himself. On the one hand, he was chuffed she’d chosen him to take her virginity, it appealed to his male vanity, but on the other, he was annoyed she thought him sexually incompetent. He was pissed off for misreading all the obvious signs. Even Wolf had recognized she was pure, so why the heck hadn’t he? Because he was a dumbass consumed by raw lust who let his dick rule his head.
The reality was he’d chosen to ignore the obvious—she was an innocent. Because in all honesty, if he had acknowledged the fact, he’d never have taken up with her in the first place, and he’d wanted her bad.
As he wiped and soothed her heated flesh, his once dormant territorial instincts demanded to know if he had been the first to touch her intimately, the first to give her an orgasm.
“Tell me baby,” he demanded, his voice guttural. “Am I the only one who has ever pleasured you like that?”
Color bloomed in her cheeks at his very direct question, and when she nodded her head, his gut clenched.
“God, Kathy.”
Strong possessive feelings swelled, ignited by her revelation, overwhelming him and scaring him shitless. How was it that a woman as sexy as her, had remained untouched for so long? It didn’t make sense, but he wasn’t about to dwell on that now. Unable to resist the temptation of her creamy breasts, he leaned down, and drawing the tip into his mouth, suckled it gently.
Kathy moaned and squirmed, tunneled her fingers in his hair, and pressed his head harder against her breast. He discarded the cloth he was still holding. It was evident from her reaction that she wanted more, and hot damn, if he wasn’t going to give it to her.
Ice released her nipple with a soft, wet plop. At her look of confusion he soothed, “Just relax and enjoy babe.”
He was determined to make it up to her. He was her first sexual experience, and while he couldn’t change the clumsy way he’d just fucked her, he could at least give her some pleasure now to remember the moment. Settling between her thighs, he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, exposing her to his probing tongue.
The soft sounds coming from the back of her throat were driving him nuts. He wanted to bury more than his tongue in her hot little pussy, but that would have to wait for another time. He was not about to risk hurting her again tonight.
Ice devoted himself to the task at hand, giving her the full attention she craved. When she mewed, it was such a turn on that he was in danger of exploding himself. But this was about her, so he squashed those urges, and knowing how she liked it, swirled his tongue over her sensitive little bead and nipped it playfully with his teeth instead. Her response was immediate and gratifying; she arched up and her breath hitched.
When he guessed she was just about there, he drew her nub into his mouth and suckled the little pearl to orgasm.
Kathy’s vociferous response stroked his ego. “I knew you’d like it,” he gloated as he crawled up beside her on the bed. He was hard and hurting, but he gathered her into his arms. She turned and nestled into his body, her hot breath tickling the hairs on his chest. Even that simple act was pleasingly erotic to him. As her breathing slowed to normal, he lifted her chin to see her face, but she refused to meet his eyes.
“You’re not embarrassed are you?” he hazarded a guess.
“Maybe just a bit,” she admitted.
“You didn’t seem too embarrassed a few minutes ago when you were yelling your head off,” he tormented her.
Her eyes flew wide. Their gazes locked, hers held alarm, his twinkled with suppressed laughter, and she immediately relaxed against him.
“I knew you’d be a screamer.” He laughed.
She slapped his chest. “You’re such a kidder,
Shane.” Her touch was playful.
“Me, a kidder? No way, babe.” His teasing tone belied the seriousness of his words.
*
Kathy lifted her leg and draped it across Shane’s body. Her knee came in contact with his heavy arousal, and she froze. He was still erect and obviously in need of relief. Her timid fingers reached out and stroked him from base to tip. It was a snap decision, made without conscious thought, but she delighted in the smoothness of his shaft.
Shane gripped her hand. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to.”
“Fine, then let me show you how I like it.” His hand wrapped around hers, demonstrating the fluid even movements of how he liked to be squeezed and stroked.
Her fingers glided experimentally over his penis until she could feel it throb and pulsate with every rhythmic stroke. He was built like a stallion, no wonder his penetration had hurt, but that was in the past, and she could hardly wait until he took her again. As she worked his penis, ragged sounds escaped his lips, his hand dropped away, and he relaxed against the pillows. An involuntary grin lit her face when she sensed the subtle change come over him. On a mission now, she pumped harder, increasing the pressure and swiftness of her stroke, and was rewarded accordingly when he came with a groan.
Kathy was in good spirits, relishing the feeling of power that his abandonment had given her. His labored breath testament of how deeply he’d been affected. She pressed her lips to his forehead and decided to have a bit of fun at his expense too.
“I’m so glad it’s still storming outside.”
“Why’s that, babe?” His languid response held a dreamy edge.
Tongue in cheek her voice was syrup sweet as she replied. “Well babe, the way you shouted just then you could have woken the neighbors.”
His eyes flew open. The sparkle in hers must have been a dead giveaway, and he twinkled back. “Aren’t we lucky the neighbors are so understanding?”
“Yes we are.” She giggled.
Shane made a move to get up, but Kathy pushed him back. “Stay there, I need to use the bathroom.” Slipping off the bed, she picked up the damp cloth from the floor. “I’ll be back in a tick.”
Alone in the bathroom, Kathy studied her reflection. She didn’t look any different, but she sure felt different. She was confident now that the decision to sleep with Shane had been the right one, particularly after their last little episode.
She was also glad that she’d waited and hadn’t experimented at college like most of her other friends had, but then again, her agenda had been different back then.
While her family wasn’t poor exactly, she didn’t have the financial support enjoyed by the other girls, that, and the knowledge of how hard her mother worked just to provide the tuition fees was enough to keep her focused. With assignments and her part-time job, she was flat-out making grades and didn’t have time for a relationship, and indulging in trivial or casual flings was definitely not her style. No one night stands for her.
Kathy flushed the toilet and washed her hands. She gathered up the cloth and rinsed it clean, gave it a squeeze, and headed back to the bedroom.
*
Ice drowsily acknowledged Kathy sponging the stickiness from his abdomen with the damp cloth. He allowed her a few quick wipes to take care of business before seizing and tossing it to the floor as he pulled her in beside him. The covers, he dragged up and over them in one neat movement, spooning her body with his as he did. She wiggled and settled her bottom against his groin. His hand drifted to her hip, but she caught it and placed it snugly against her heart. His fingers opened and his palm molded her breast as their bodies aligned. A perfect fit.
This prolonged closeness after sex was not usual for him. Normally he would just roll over and go to sleep, as would his date. He wasn’t big on pillow talk, and couldn’t for the life of him, remember the last time he cuddled a woman for any length of time after sex.
The women he screwed didn’t expect it. They were of a type that knew the score and played by the rules. Just like him, they were only there to scratch an itch with no strings attached. But with Kathy, it was different. He’d never taken a virgin before, and she was younger than his usual fuck buddies; that had to be why he felt this way. His theory rationalized, his last thought before falling into a deep sleep was that it had indeed been a night of firsts, even down to the fact that he had just let an inexperienced girl jack him off.
A few hours later Ice woke with a start, not sure what had disturbed him, but knowing something was different. He reached for Kathy, but she was gone. The red glowing figures of the digital display registered 03:10 a.m. He wondered where the hell she could be.
The rain was still pissing down, thunder rumbling and rolling overhead, a swift flash of lightning brightened the room, and his question was answered. In the brief moment of illumination, and wearing the shirt he’d discarded earlier that evening, her silhouette was revealed. An ethereal waif framed against the window.
His shirt swamped her small frame, making her look petite and fragile, like an exquisite china doll. Protective feelings surged to the surface, and he threw back the covers and padded up behind her, caging her with his arms.
“What are you doing up, couldn’t you sleep?” As he spoke, he pulled her close so that her back rested against his chest. He lowered his head and nuzzled the hollow of her shoulder. Kathy leaned back against him but remained silent, as if mesmerized by the storm. He was concerned by her behavior and hoped she wasn’t regretting what they’d done.
“Are you okay?” he queried.
“Mm, fine. The storm woke me.”
“You’re cold, come back to bed with me.”
*
Kathy stepped out of Shane’s embrace and turned toward him just as another bolt of lightning flashed. The sight of him rekindled emotions and desires that lay just below the surface as she blatantly admired his naked form. Sculptured male perfection, Adonis reincarnated. Her body was thrown into sensory overload. She wanted to touch, to taste, and feel every inch of him, explore him with her fingers and tongue. Her eyes raked his torso, taking their fill with a burning need. His chest hair angled down and tapered off around his belly to emerge again in a thick curly patch encircling his penis that even at rest was quite impressive. Her fingers itched. She raised her hands, resting one on his shoulder the other stroked the shadowed line of his jaw. Shane was so gorgeous standing there in all his glory, and when he gave her the full advantage of his quirky smile, her bones melted.
The memory of his rough whiskers as they grazed and prodded her flesh, intensifying her pleasure as he took her with his mouth, echoed across her mind. She wanted to be treated like a real woman, and not like some fragile being. She’d waited so long for this night and was disappointed that it had been anticlimactic, but the night wasn’t over yet. Semi-clothed, pheromones running amuck, Kathy made a decision. She wanted him inside of her, not just his tongue, but the full hard length of him. She lifted her chin, cheeks blooming, nipples tightening.
“Make love to me Shane,” she demanded, not caring if he thought her a wanton, just knowing that she needed to have him make love to her right there, right now.
*
Ice was more than a good head taller than Kathy. He dropped his chin and peered down contemplatively into her candid eyes. He hated that expression. Make love. Why couldn’t women just call it what it was? Fucking. After all, there was no love involved. Still, he was instantly aroused by her words, but didn’t want to cause her any more discomfit. “Are you sure Kathy? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I want to feel you inside me, now, all of you.” Her reply was assertive and without hesitation, and it gave him a definite buzz. He swept her into his arms and carried her back to bed, but didn’t immediately put her down. Their lips met in an easy caress, and he took a moment to savor her taste before gently placing her on the mattress. When her fingers slipped his shirt from her shoulders, he positio
ned himself alongside her and silently swore he was going to take it slow, do it right, and not botch it. He was going to be ever so gentle and make it unforgettable for her, like he should have done the first time.
Tentatively, his tongue slipped into the depths of her mouth probing the sweet cavity. Her response excited him. Strange that. He’d never been big on kissing, the act being far too intimate for his liking, but the way she moved her full lips beneath his was starting to bring him to the boil.
This is all about her, asswipe. The reminder was loud in his head. Obediently, he withdrew his tongue and began nuzzling her neck while his fingers traced her womanly shape. The rise of her hip, the dip of her waist, the fullness of her breast. When he rolled the little bud perched in the center between thumb and forefinger until it was stiff and aroused, Kathy purred. A deeply satisfying sound.
Her hands moved over his chest, stoking him, caressing him, arousing him. Damn, if he didn’t feel like purring himself.
Ice picked up her hand and brought it to his lips for a brief kiss before raising her arms above her head.
“Just lay there Kat, and this time I promise, you won’t be disappointed,” he whispered as he palmed her breast, delighting in the satiny smoothness. His lips found her pebbled peak and he suckled it as he slowly worked his fingers into her hot sex. She was slick, but oh so tight. Gently, he rotated his fingers, pushing deeper, working her pussy with a steady rhythm.
Kathy mewed, arched her body, and writhed, anchoring her hands in his hair. He hooked a finger under her pubic bone and worked the heel of his palm against her mound while the pad of his thumb rubbed her clitoris.
“Please Shane, I want you,” she moaned against his cheek.
Reluctantly, he released her nipple and promised, “Soon babe.” He wanted to keep her riding the crest, prolong her pleasure for as long as he could, take her with his mouth until wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss swamped her. The moment after that thought entered his head, his mouth was on her pussy, his tongue separating the exquisite folds, burrowing deep. She gyrated and bucked against his mouth, and he lapped at her liquid heat until she cried out. Her reaction was like a lit match to tinder, and he throbbed with a burning need. The broken condom sprang to mind. Maybe I should use two. Nah, one’s bad enough, and lightning never does strike twice.
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