by Louisa Trent
"Then tell me, Drew. Tell me what you're thinking."
He shook his head. "I'd rather show you." His hand, now on her pubic curls, started combing. "So soft. So sweet. I've never known anyone as soft and sweet as you, Kes. I didn't know there were girls like you in the world." A finger split the lips of her sex. "You're wet, sweetheart."
"I feel wet."
"Wet or not, it will hurt the first time."
"I'm glad it will be you." She pressed his hand deeper into her vagina.
"No further," he said, his thumb finding her clitoris, delicately rubbing. "Feel good?"
She didn't close her eyes. "Yes."
"I'll be gentle."
"You don't have to tell me that. I already know," she said as she placed her hand inside his shirt. "Your heart is going about a hundred miles an hour."
"It should be. I'm terrified."
Her lips nuzzled inside the collar of his shirt, feathering his throat with kisses. "There's no need for terror."
"Easy for you to say. You're only losing a scrap of flesh. I might be losing a whole person."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Drew undressed beside the bed, his eyes never leaving Kesley's beautiful face, candlelit in the otherwise darkened room. As he sheathed himself in rubber, done too many times before to count, he went over his strategy once more.
The best thing to do, he had decided last night when he couldn't sleep, was to get in and get out fast. He didn't intend to get off, but he was determined she would get hers. This would be accomplished manually. Clit stimulation before penetration was the way to go. Right after she climaxed, while her body was still boneless with release, he'd storm the gates and break the barrier. If she wasn't in mortal agony, he'd give her a few gentle pumps, just to satisfy her curiosity, then get the hell out of there.
Keeping to his side, he took her lips. Apprehensive about what was to come, all his thoughts concentrated on just getting through the ordeal that loomed ahead, he resigned himself to enjoying the sex about as much as he would a plastic dildo.
The thing was, though, Kes was damn good at kissing. So amazingly good at kissing, that despite his anxiety, he started losing himself to the sensation of her mouth opening under his, her lips clinging, her tongue playfully engaging his.
His tight muscles loosened. Her arms had twined around his neck and her fingers were doing sexy things, incredibly sexy things to him. When her arched back caused her ribs to lift, her round breasts rose too, the nipples jutting like two succulent berries. That's when Drew forgot his nervousness.
Concentrate! He had to concentrate on Kesley. On making this as painless as possible for his sweetheart.
Drew broke the kiss to suck in air, his growing excitement turning his normally smooth, breast-cupping technique into a clumsy fumble. He'd meant to gently cup her, but his uncoordinated fingers moved on her nipples like clamps, pinching the elongated tips without finesse. He was groping her in jerky, grabby, pulling motions, like a novice, like a green kid who didn't know his way around women.
She gasped.
"Sorry," he rasped. "Sorry. I don't know what's happening. Did I hurt you? I never want to hurt you."
"Harder, harder, Drew. Do it harder."
Hunh?
Harder? She wanted him to do her harder?
Somehow, he didn't know how, he rolled on top of her, and his mouth found her nipple. His well-laid plans flew out the window, and he sucked that nipple like it was candy, dragging it into his mouth with his teeth, just about swallowing her tit whole.
"Yes, yes, yes," she screamed, her leg coming up and over him, her foot on his spine, her hand going between her belly and his belly, her palm rolling his balls.
"Oh Christ, oh Christ," he whimpered, her nipple popping out of his mouth.
He reared up higher, over her higher, mounting her higher; he had yet to stroke her clit, because she was doing this really terrific trick with her hand on his cock, ringing it, forcing the blood to swell. Oh, man, where had she learned that trick?
Concentrate! He had to concentrate. This was for Kesley, not for him. Stroke her clit. Make her come. Manually.
Drew reached between their bodies.
Kesley's curls were so soft, so incredibly soft, her pussy lips so moist, her cunt so open...
Concentrate!
His finger found the trigger. He pressed. Tenderly. Unselfishly. Prepared to work it 'til his hand went numb. Kes was a virgin; this could take hours.
One flick, and she let out a high-pitched scream, her orgasm rocking his world.
Yanking him deeper between her legs, she snapped, "Get in here" and slapped his ass.
He nearly came right then. "Wait, sweetheart, wait."
"You wait. I'm ready."
She was, and his control joined his plans, both flown out the window.
His hardness, his cock, his greedy dick, nudged the notch, the condom-covered head persuasively penetrating the threshold of her heat. Lifting up to meet him, rubber-sheathed steel to silky-wet flesh, intrusion to acceptance, trespass to welcome, her body took him inside.
Not deep enough. Not nearly deep enough.
"Aw, sweetheart," he moaned and pressed inwards. "Hold onto my hands. Don't let go."
He pushed, piercing the barrier with one clean thrust, tasting her cry in his mouth, their fingers locked together.
"You okay?" he somewhere found the courage to ask.
"That was it? It's gone?"
"Yeah, it's history. The worst is over."
In the candlelit room she grinned. "Get cracking and show me the best."
He filled her. All of him, all of her. One person now. A gentle rocking of his hips, and they were on their way.
His kiss moved to the outer edge of her mouth so they could still talk. "That's right," he whispered. "Like that." His tongue came out and licked her bottom lip. "I can feel you, sweetheart. You're wrapped all around me. Warm. Tight and snug, covering me. You're my shelter, Kes. You've always been my safe shelter. Tell me I can stay?"
"I want you to stay. I want you to show me, Drew. Show me everything."
"I will. You just tell me when."
"Now," she cried. "Show me now."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kesley felt Drew's penis swell within her, the pace of his strokes quickening from slow to fast to frantic. He had begun to surge, his thrusts much too frenzied for her to match.
She tried anyway. Using her newfound internal muscles, she squeezed him as he stroked her, mimicking his every move. The mutuality only seemed to spur him on, his powerful strokes increasing in intensity. He was driving up into her now, his male strength, his beat, his rhythm, his fast dance beautiful to behold.
Orgasm. Climax. Coming. That precipice of pleasure, that edge of sensation, was close, encroaching, within reach...
"Can't ... can't ... can't slow it down. It's too much," Drew growled, sweating, shaking, his muscles gone rigid, and she knew without knowing how she knew that he was about to ejaculate.
Too soon for her. She wouldn't scale the pinnacle, not this time. It wouldn't happen for her this time. Not this time.
Kesley held onto his heaving shoulders, his flesh slippery with perspiration, his muscles clenched, felt him struggle against the cataclysm of upheaval, felt him lose the struggle.
His body strained. Bucked. Went taut. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sweetheart," he groaned, and with one last drive up into her body, came on a deep-throated grunt.
Drew stilled for all of thirty seconds, before pulling out.
"Are you okay?" he asked, throwing himself off her. "Did I hurt you? I didn't know how else to do it and I thought maybe quick was better and..."
"I'm fine, Drew," she said with a cat-like stretch and smiled, remarkably pleased with herself, knowing she had pleased him. "Absolutely fine. And now that the messy deflowering has been accomplished we can get down to the fun stuff."
His gaze dipped to her thighs. "You're bleeding. Christ, I'm sorry."
"Would you stop apologizing? A little blood is to be expected."
"But a man looks down and sees blood on the woman he just made love to and all kinds of stuff goes through his head. Complicated stuff. I feel like I hurt you and yet I'm proud too that I was the first you allowed into your body, that you gave me your virginity. It was a gift. Still, the violence of cutting through your flesh..." He shook his head. "It's weird... I feel like one of those Vikings of old who went around ravishing virgins."
"Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and feel free to ravish me again."
He looked down into her eyes. "No fooling around, Kes. This is too important not to take serious."
"I am serious. I do want you to ravish me again."
"I want you to know, I've never done anything with a woman that wasn't consensual and the women I did those consensual things with were as experienced in fun and games as me. And that's all it ever was, fun and games."
As she tried to figure out why Drew was telling her all this now, he left the bed. Without turning his back to her, he rolled off the condom, dropping the semen-filled reservoir in a plastic-lined waste paper basket. Obviously, he had prepared in advance.
Though the activity was more about housekeeping than romance, her already hardened nipples tingled in arousal. She never would have suspected that she would find cleaning up after sex so erotic, but she did. It was the intimacy involved, she realized. The fact he hadn't turned away, though his penis was now flaccid and much smaller than when he had removed his clothes.
Propping her arms behind her head, better to enjoy the sight of that smaller, slightly wilted-looking penis, her smile widened.
He was still huge. Gorgeous to look at and well hung. Who could ask for more?
She could. Suddenly excruciatingly aware of that most private part of her body, that new consciousness heightening her sex drive, going another round with this gorgeous well-hung specimen had become of utmost importance.
Understatement. If she didn't have him again, she'd die. Now to convince him.
Words wouldn't do it. A visual presentation was in order.
Freeing a hand from behind her head, Kesley brought it to her pussy. Little point in modesty now, she raised a leg.
"Mmm," she murmured, a finger ringing her bloodied vaginal opening, the action combined with the heated utterance drawing his attention exactly where she wanted it.
"Mmm," she said again, the tip of her finger slipping inside.
She was wet from the lube on the condom, wet from a trickle of blood, wet from her own excitement.
She was not wet with semen.
This saddened her. She would have liked Drew's ejaculate to have made her sticky, to have known in the most basic of ways that she had belonged to him, that they had been one forever so briefly, their body fluids merging.
"Christ, you want it again?" he said, following the direction of her hand, watching as her finger dipped into her vulva, probing the bloodied lips.
She eyed the jut of his penis. Rather than disgust him, she could tell the sight of her lost virginity excited him.
"Mmm," she murmured with another sultry stretch. "Yes. Yes, I do want it again."
"You should have a cold compress first." But after ten years of knowing Drew, she could read his expression. Waiting was not what he wanted. He wanted to be inside her again as much as she wanted him there.
He took a step toward the bed, his features hardening along with his cock, his eyes glinting on her bloodied opening. "I can usually last hours without going off. I couldn't that time."
"Sorry. Guess it's me."
He came down on the bed beside her, not touching her, a muscled arm flung over his eyes. So he couldn't look? Or so she wouldn't see how much she affected him?
"Yeah, it's you," he said hoarsely. "And there's no reason to say you're sorry. I knew doing it with you would be different, but I didn't know how different. Let me tell you a secret. There are mind tricks I use to keep going. Every one of 'em failed with you. You slew me, Kes. Positively slew me. I'm dying here, sweetheart, inch by inch." Removing his arm, he turned and looked at her.
She arched her back, played with a peaked nipple, the other still moving between her legs. "Yes, it was very nice, wasn't it?"
"Nice? You call what we just did fuckin' nice? You blew me away."
"Oh, dear. I hope that won't alter your agreement to act as my sex surrogate. I'll need you to penetrate me multiple times, and in every position. Then there are the refinements. Most men expect a BJ, and I'll have to practice to get it down right."
"For Ted?"
"For Ted, and for other men if Ted doesn't work out. I'm committed to this, Drew. I need a man in my life, sexually, and I need a relationship that will lead to marriage and children. I plan on being up front with my dates from the very beginning about my goal. And I plan on using sex as my bargaining chip. I want to excel at sex, Drew. Will you help me?"
"Always the over-achiever," he said with a sigh.
"Well, will you help me get what I want?"
He looked away. "We both need time to regroup, Kes."
That's what he said, but once again, that's not what he wanted. For her part, she wasn't done with the chivalrous Drew. She wanted sex too, and she would wear him down until they both got what they wanted. She never gave up once her mind was set. Didn't he know that about her? "In that case, I guess I'll go take a shower. Want to be the first man I've ever showered with? I think that pulsating head on the nozzle would alleviate some of the soreness. What do you think?"
She had caught Drew's attention. He no longer looked away; he was eyeing her elongated nipples now, his heavy gaze trailing to the center of her body, to her pussy. "Yeah. Okay. A shower."
Putting aside her seduction, but only temporarily, she rose from the bed. With a wiggle in her step that had never been present before, Kesley crossed naked to the shower with Drew following, his gaze so hot on her swaying bottom she actually felt it brand her skin.
"I'm thinking about getting a tattoo on my butt," she said over her shoulder. "Do men find them sexy?"
"You're not getting a tattoo."
"That's not what I asked."
"You're not getting a tattoo, Kes."
"If the man in my life wants me tattooed, I will get a tattoo. The same with piercing. I'm willing to pierce a nipple or my pussy, or both, if that's what the guy in my life would like. I intend to be very compliant with my lover or lovers, very submissive. Do men like submissive women, Drew? Do you?"
"Yeah, I do. And you're not getting pierced or tattooed."
In the hallway on the way to the bathroom, he pulled her to a halt. "Understand?"
"I understand, Drew." What she understood was that he was aroused, his cock enormous, and they were back in a hallway again.
A hand fell on her bottom cheek. "You have a killer ass. I don't want it marked."
"While we're together, I promise. No tattoos. After that, you lose the right to an opinion. You'll have no authority over my ass then."
He pushed her to the wall. "And now I do?"
"Now you do."
"Open your legs," he ordered.
She did immediately, without question, and his hand moved between her thighs to her blood-coated pubic hair.
"No strange guy in some tattoo parlor or a piercing salon is putting their hands on you, especially not where my hand is now. You're not getting naked and spreading your legs for a piercing, you're not having your skin shot with dye." Leaning into her, he turned her jaw towards him and kissed her hard and deep. When his penis nudged her, he drew back.
"Don't go," she whispered, and wiggled her hips enticingly.
"Cut it out." Reaching around behind her, he smacked her bare bottom, and not at all gently. A harbinger of things to come?
She purred to let him know that whatever he wanted was fine with her.
"Get in the shower, Kes. If you're into compliance, I'll give you plenty to comply with later, and that's a promise."<
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In the bathroom, she stepped into the stall. After turning on the water, he got in too, taking up a position directly behind her.
He washed her. Not with the neatly folded square of terry on the soap dish. With his lathered hands. Everywhere. When he told her to lift her arms or open her thighs, she did. When he lifted her breasts and massaged each with foamy rose scented bubbles, she let him. When his hand moved to her bottom and washed her there, she said not a word. Even when he opened her up in back, and soaped between her cheeks, his fingers moving deep within the crevice, slowly within the crevice, thoroughly within the crevice, she offered no resistance. She wasn't squeamish about any sex act, and she wanted that understood.
Extending a hand, he removed the shower massage and rinsed her. "Let's see if this helps ease your pussy," he said. "Open up."
She split her legs.
"No, with your hand. Open your pussy up with your hand."
With two fingers, she pulled up on the folds.
Still standing behind her, he sent the pulsating spray into her vagina.
Her jaw lifted, her head fell back against his chest. "Oh, God," she groaned into the humid air as shot after shot of vibrating water was sprayed upwards into her very open vagina.
"Feel good?" he said, his free hand kneading a breast.
Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. Convulsively swallowing, she settled for a nod.
She knew the exact moment he took his penis in hand. In the beginning, when he had washed her, his penis had merely bumped against her. Now the hardened head was directed. The thick blunt tip prodded her in back, then entered her in back, then rubbed into her in back, while water pulsated up into her in front.
