"It doesn't matter what time you get done, call me or text. I have to know how wonderful it was."
"The first time usually isn't that great for the woman Treesh."
"I bet you won't be saying that when your hunky boyfriend gets done with you."
"You act like it’s you getting ready to lose the cherry here."
"Girl I would trade with you in a heartbeat. Since I can't, may as well live vicariously through you."
"Looky here, you can't have him, Riordan is mine."
"You think I didn't know that already?" Tresha laughed, then continued her thought. “He doesn’t see anything but you boo. Even when we went bowling the other weekend. Remember? That raggedy bottle blonde girl thought for sure he would look in her direction, but he didn't even notice she was there. She sure was pissy when he turned her down flat, even with half her boobs in his face."
Jennifer giggled, turning into full blown laughter at the reminder of the get together at the Carolina Lanes Bowling Alley. She couldn't bowl worth a damn, but her friends all ganged up on her and Riordan snuggling one Saturday afternoon on her floor next to a discarded and mostly ignored chess board, claimed it was time for an intervention. The ladies forced her and Riordan into the real world for an evening of drunken American fun. He took the change of plans gamely and merely shrugged on shoes and socks. Jennifer on the other hand was much harder to convince. It took Riordan just a moment in private to show her of the merits of an evening out with her friends.
She could smell the food being heated up, and left the shower. She had gone over everything last night keep the shave job Riordan had given her fresh and just used the shower to hit up any new growth. But everything was still smooth so she toweled off and smeared on a lightly scented oil to make her skin sexy and soft. The special gowns she brought were packed in the second suitcase and she peered out of the door to find the bags waiting for her on the bed. Quickly she donned her favorite of the three she brought. It was a black silk chemise, white lace trim, a pair of matching tiny lace panties peeked from the bottom hem. Her hair was freshly washed and blown out yesterday, so she let the soft length fall as it wished.
She had just slipped on the matching robe when Riordan came in with a tray. There was a single cover on top, which he whipped off with a flourish. The meal below consisted of a large steak and potatoes and some type of peas.
"Are you hungry, Jennifer?" The question had too many meanings for her to decipher, so she nodded once. She was hungry for everything, and didn't know what to do, or how to start.
Her nerves made her voice shaky and she didn't want to let him know the truth or he may decide to put her off again. He took the chair next to the bed and sat before he tugged her onto his lap for their shared meal. He gave her one bite, then another, fed her until she rejected any more food. Then he ate a bit here and there with one arm still clasped around her.
When he was done, he said," Jennifer, I'm going to take a shower. Just give me a few minutes alright?" Her face must have shown how perturbed she felt, as he kissed her to take the scowl from her lips.
"We aren't going to rush this, it only happens once. I promise I will make it worth your wait."
Jennifer responded with another shake of her head. By the time Riordan came back, Jen was finished messaging Tresha to let them know where she was. Tresha’s last message was squealed in all caps and exclamation points via instant messenger when Riordan walked out. He wasn’t wearing glasses, and she knew he put in the hated contacts as each movement he made was sure and confident. The expanse of his skin was damp and naked save a towel around the waist, his body lithe and well formed. His hair was wet and the mass curled around his ears playfully. When he saw what she was doing, Riordan smiled at her.
"There you go, texting. I bet you send at least two thousand a month."
"You'd be right. Half of them are to you, so I know you text at least a thousand yourself."
"Sounds about right. But as I only text you, those belong to you too."
"You know I am never going to understand that. You work with computers. How are you not going to be king of text messages?"
"No need to be, everyone knows if I want to talk to them I'll email."
Jennifer chuckled, poor recluse, missing out on the joy of instant communication in the information age.
Riordan: Tell Me
He was harder than cast iron, and he wanted nothing more than to share it with her right this minute. However, he was determined to take his time, let her grow accustomed to him. His hands on her, the way they would feel as they roamed her body. He has gentled her this last month carefully cultivated her desire so this moment with him would feel welcome and truly desired. Riordan wanted her when he saw her, but she wasn’t ready to throw her treasure away on a man she just met. And he could respect that, just as he respected her. Even when he made her scream his name night after night, he waited patiently. That way when they were together the first time it would feel as if he had touched her a million times before, and he had by this point. She was too important to hurt in anyway and he would damn sure spare her any embarrassment, any uncertainty. About him or them.
Riordan walked across the room, turning on the gas fueled fire place first. Next, he lit a small taper candle with a match. The taper he walked around the room and lit the large pillar candles one by one. He didn't seem in any hurry to finish and he took his sweet time. When the last luminary was lit, he blew the taper out and flipped the lights off. The room was now dim, sepia and shadows amid the candles and firelight. Jen watched him walk back to bed and his heart lodged in her throat. The towel was laid on the unoccupied chair and he parted the net surrounding her.
"No music? Seems like you thought of everything else." Jennifer apparently couldn't stop her wisecracks even now.
"Not this time. I want to hear you sing my name tonight." He watched her shudder at the thought of what was to happen.
When he climbed on the bed, Jennifer pounced on him and he knew that weeks of heavy foreplay took their toll on her restraint. Her arms were clutched at his nape and she propped on her knees to kiss him. He let the mesh of their mouths take their breath away and untied the large bow sash at her waist then parted her robe. Moments later, his hands were fisted in her hair and he let his lips loose on hers, unleashed the full extent of his hunger on her mouth. The kiss was more intense than any before it. Maybe that was due to the expectations for the end of the lip lock. It wasn't the means to an end, but the beginning of the end instead.
The robe was discarded across the expanse of blankets, as Riordan flung it away with one hand, and clutched her closer with the other. When his mouth left hers, they panted and Jennifer bit her lip, ready for more. He pressed her back to the bed, and let his hands speak in the moment. At first he scrolled smoothly over her skin, as if he traced her silhouette from her face to toes.
His mouth was on her next, worked his way back up the skin just he caressed with fingertips. The toes were each given a kiss, barely tasted with his tongue before he moved on. Riordan imagined his lips roaming her flesh were made of lightning that struck Jennifer in bursts of radiating pleasure and released as her moans into the air. Her knees were knocking, and she worried a bruise on her lower lip. The easy caresses over her skin made her overly sensitive to every touch and each he designed to thrust her near the point of breaking down.
Riordan pulled her sodden lace panties off first, exposing her mound to the flicker of candlelight. Jennifer watched him lick his lips as if she knew how starved he was for the taste of her. He was unable to deny the urge and kissed his way from her wobbly knees up to the wet sex at the apex of thick thighs. Pulling her legs wider apart, he wedged one arm beneath her. The other he used to spread her damp folds apart, to reveal the glistening pearl hidden within the puffy oyster of her flesh.
Riordan dined as he licked upwards then over her the button of her clit. Jennifer’s hips begged for more with her body and continuously rolled her hips up and down
. To still the needy motions, he wrapped one arm around each thigh, and kneeled over her before he pulled her hips upwards to meet his starving lips. Jennifer’s hips were in the air, only the upper half of her back rested along the bedding. Riordan treated her pussy like dessert, and non-stop licked cream from her weeping slit. When he drained her dry, he moved back to suck her pearly clit wet again, only to slurp at the juices that leaked from her.
Only after Jennifer screamed and begged him for mercy three different times did he let her limp thighs fall from his grasp. Even then, he didn't give her what she needed, merely started again. He gave her more of his hands on her as he peeled her white gown upwards and lifted her head gently to remove the silken slip.
"God please!" Good. It appeared Jennifer was through with waiting, and no longer had the patience to let him take any more time.
Riordan sat up and crossed his legs Indian style. He tugged on Jennifer's hand then had her sit down, facing him on his lap. Her legs were splayed at his sides and his cock nestled in the hollow of her thighs in a sandwich with the duvet. They both wore a faint sheen of sweat, a glimmer too faint for him to taste yet, although he would enjoy her salty skin later. Jennifer kissed him, tasted her orgasms on his lips and sought another kernel of her own dew from his tongue. He shared it with her, clutched her close enough that he felt her heart beat.
"Are you ready?" Riordan only asked to see if she were with him at the moment. He already knew that she was. He had selfishly held himself back and drove her craving to frenzied need.
“Do Chinese folk like rice? Hell yes.” Jennifer said before she nodded and bit at her kiss-chafed lips. Riordan grinned and the hand at her back stroked lower and beneath her, dallied to probe at her slick mound with a single digit. The stroking finger rubbed around her entry, slow circles that spiraled inward. His finger only probed to the first knuckle then stroked back and forth and Jennifer clenched on the invader. He retreated and she cocked her hips to seek the errant digit out.
He came back, fingers probing, this time two. They followed the pattern he set at first, slow circling around the portal, spiraling in. He gave her just enough of the digits to probe her to the first knuckle once more, this time spreading them apart before retreating. When his fingers left her clasping sheath this time Jennifer grunted furiously and tugged his hair as she popped her hips back.
"Shh..." He whispered in her ear.
"Please, I can’t---" Jennifer was already there, but he had to try to rein her in.
"Almost, baby just a moment more." Riordan's cock throbbed, almost a toothache he held back so long, but if he could push her one step closer...
"Can't wait." He loved that Jennifer was impatient for more as she took the initiative and sought his dick out with her hips dipped down then back up. But he was longer than she could manage with the motions she used and wasn't going to attain him without his full cooperation or aid.
Riordan leaned back slightly, fitting his aching cock to the wet fluttering vessel of his lover. The broad head with mushroomed tip parted the way for the first inches to breach her. Jennifer shuddered in delight with the initial probes and moaned. He rocked backwards and took it away. He then gave the scant inches back only to take them away again. Jennifer let her hips rock atop his, waited for the rest of him. The few inches he teased her with were intended to make her ravenous for more and she thrust towards the thickness stuffing her.
Riordan was sure he had lost his mind, and her frothy hot juices scalded him. He wished he could see himself as he took her, but this position was better for her first time. He needed her to come once more and then he could take everything she tried to throw at him. As he rubbed her spine in tiny circles at the dip to her round ass, he took one of the pouty nipples before him in his mouth. He felt her coming just before it happened, the moment where every organ works in concert, her heart raced, legs tensed, pussy fluttered then convulsed. He let the motions suckle at his cock bringing him further inside until he reached the barrier that held the rest of him at bay. It only took one moment to squeeze one hand between their slick bodies and Riordan flicked her clit then pressed firmly against the erect nub. The motion prolonged her orgasm, just long enough to thrust through the membrane protecting the depth of her wet well from the head of his shaft.
"Ahh!" Jennifer screamed, and her walls snapped tight against his invasion as she jerked up and back.
Jennifer bucked and cried out, the orgasm left her weak and the pinch of pain would only add to the sensations he assaulted her with. She had to be nearly raw speared on him, but she felt so delicious that he wanted more of her near instantly. Riordan ceased his movements to give her precious moments to adjust to the feel of him. But what she needed was less time getting accustomed and more on becoming acquainted with his body. His hands imprisoned her and kept her from doing little more than weakly rocking into him.
Riordan was ablaze, the unexplored regions of her sex clenched him tighter than the smallest glove. She fit him better than his own skin did and the fine thread of control he had left snapped. He gave into the urges that set his blood on fire.
He took her mouth again, mainly to keep sounds at bay no man wanted to make aloud for fear of sounding like a bitch. He probably could scream himself, the pleasure was just more than he could take.
"God baby... you're strangling me." Riordan gasped against her lips. Jen was still too naive to understand what he meant and let his neck go. He knew that her purely innocent thought was that he was out of breath from her clutching grasp. He pulled her arms back around him and fit them back together as if nesting puzzle pieces.
"Sorry." Her motions to move away made her flutter around him again, milk at him slightly.
"Don't be sorry, do that again." Please. Hell, pretty please. No woman on earth should be so tight and hot at the same time.
"What?"
"Never mind." Riordan knew he was speaking to the deaf, dumb and blind right now. She'd figure it out later. Or better yet he could teach her.
He laid her back against the bedding, and leaned over her.
"Now that the hard part is over..."
“Hard part is right.” She said and chuckled huskily.
"So you think I'm funny huh?" He used the adorable confused look on her face and began showing her what sex was really about.
Riordan spread her legs wide and dug in, gave no mercy or quarter for her unused state. Hips ratcheting back and forth her knees pinned to the bed, Jennifer was left begging. He didn't know what she was requesting, whether it was for him to stop or not. All he knew was every time she said please, she was going to get more, and love every inch of it. There were places inside she didn't know existed, that could make her gasp for breath. Places he planned to stroke with every movement he made within her, as he forced her to take just a bit more than she assumed she could.
Riordan was gone, in his place a madman. He had never lost so much of himself inside a woman. Almost as if he were leaving pieces of his soul in her. He wanted to pour himself into the vessel that he claimed. Every inch of him was dripping sweat, even his feet. Each one of his muscles felt weak and yet he wanted more from her, of her. He wanted everything.
He knew one thing for sure, he was going to combust, but she would be coming with him.
Jennifer was clutching at him, scrabbling to hold on before she scattered. Every sense he owned was multiplied, magnified until he was too far gone to decipher between them. Her legs twined his, as the next stroke sent her over once more.
"Ri--" The rest was lost to his unceasing pounding, keeping her on the cusp of conscious instead of letting her fall into the abyss.
Riordan let the orgasm that lingered along the dam of his resistance free and flooded the gates of her clutching walls. His teeth gritted as his jaw locked and his head spun.
His forehead rested against hers, as Riordan looked her in the eye. Riordan saw much in her gaze, love and lust simmered hotly as he caught his breath. She was still panting when he finall
y spoke.
"Tell me baby."
Jennifer was so gone, her eyes unfocused, he knew she had no idea what he wanted or asked of her. "Anything."
"You love me?" That was the whole point.
"God help me, yes I do."
"I love you back."
He rolled over, pulling her on top, cock still embedded inside her tight swollen sex.
They lay that way for long minutes, maybe even napped for a moment. When Riordan looked at the clock display he knew they needed to get up. He first cleaned his cock and thighs with a cloth, her still weeping sex next. He laid Jennifer on the bed and went out to the sunroom. It was freezing in the room, but he wanted to use the hot tub. It would go a long way to soothe her well used body. Turning the tub on, he uncovered it and sprinkled in the white rose petals he requested the owner supply for the house in advance. Turning on the heater, he closed the door behind him.
When he came back to the bed, Jennifer was sleeping, the barest snort leaving her lips. She was completely still, and he picked up the slumbering bundle and taking her to the tub. When she came to, they were hip deep in frothing water.
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