Arizona Skies: The Muse

by S. Cruz

  Never had I been content to just hold a girl before. If we danced, I ground my cock into them; if we kissed, I thrust my tongue down their throats. My hands had felt under bras and down panties more times than I could count, all while I was kissing them. I got right down to business and took no prisoners. Who was this smiling man looking back at me? I hardly recognized myself.

  Somehow she brought out a softer side of me, and I kind of liked this guy! I wanted to be what she needed and wanted, and I hoped to hell she would grace me with her beautiful body soon. Scott was right; why not me? I could be caring and gentle with her. I could encourage and teach her through her first sexual experience. I wanted to be her first, which as a matter of fact would be my first virgin too. It would be a first for both of us, but of course I couldn’t tell her that. I just had to make sure she trusted me, keep her relaxed and happy.

  Fuck, I want to do this! I was psyched and ready for the challenge, I told myself. I’d keep my domineering side under control and let her show me how to love her. The challenge was on!

  Then I was snapped out of my euphoria as we headed off toward the casino. We walked in, and everyone scattered in different directions, so I had Bailey all to myself. She was looking all around, so I knew she’d never gambled before.

  “First time?” I asked. She nodded—apparently we were going to have several first times. I took her hand and showed her around the machines, winding up at the blackjack tables. I played for a while, winning, of course, but I wanted her to try her luck. I sat her at a couple machines; she seemed to be enjoying herself. She wasn’t winning, but who gave a fuck? She smiled and tried out whatever machine her heart desired. I just enjoyed standing there watching and, yes, guarding her body. Everywhere we went, men were watching her; she was oblivious to just how beautiful she was. I growled under my breath at every man that glanced her way. Damn woman didn’t have a clue.

  Her personality was shy and sweet, but that body was sexy and sinful.

  I considered myself the luckiest guy alive when I was with her. Anything she wanted I would give without question; she had me totally captivated.

  Around midnight I decided we’d had enough gambling. I took her hand, and we walked back on deck for a while. I had to let her get some sleep so we could explore Cozumel tomorrow. I took her back to her room and was surprised when she asked me in—of course I couldn’t say no. At first she was a little weepy, talking about leaving in a few days, so I kissed her, which led to more kissing, then her body rubbing up against mine and I had to tell her how she affected me.

  “Bailey, I want you so badly,” I confessed, unable to hide my desires any longer.

  “I want you too,” she whispered. I was unhinged when she said that. I tried to pull back and cool things down. My hands were shaking; suddenly I didn’t know how to handle the situation. This was not going to be as easy as I thought. She was looking at me wantonly, but I was backing away. What the fuck happened to me?

  I sat on her bed, keeping my distance as we kissed, when she suddenly launched herself at me, knocking me over. I was stunned, trying to make excuses for not touching her. That only pissed her off as she stomped around the room while I tried to explain my actions without letting her know that I knew this was her first time. I desperately wanted her, and from all her actions tonight, she wanted me too, but I wanted her to be sure. Finally, she pushed me down and climbed on top of me, straddling me. I wasn’t made of stone, and my self-control was gone. I snapped, losing it, Rolling her over so that she was under me. My body was a shaking mess as I looked down into her incredible brown eyes. Her look was telling me she was ready, and that was all the confirmation I needed. I was determined to make this the best experience of her life, never wanting her to forget me.

  Surprisingly, she was the aggressor, pulling off my shirt with a determined look on her face. That told me she meant business and wasn’t backing down. I took over, unzipping the back of her dress, sliding it over her shoulders, finding myself face-to-face with her bare, perfect breasts. I wanted to suck and lick them, but first I had to get that dress off her. I asked her to lift her ass, which she did, and I pulled the dress off her body. She lay there in lacy pink panties, looking up at me. Swallowing my raging hormones, I took a minute to look at her amazing body laid out in front of me.

  I had fantasized about this moment since I met her, wanting to savor this moment as I tenderly touched her smooth skin. I was always prepared, and I took a condom out of my pocket and set it on the pillow as I kicked off my jeans. I started kissing and tasting her body; my tongue worked its magic, tasting every inch of her as I worked my way down her body, kissing and stroking her as I went. She was responding to my touch; her moans had me close to losing it. Suddenly I felt in control—I’ve got this. I was sure that sex with her was going to be an out-of-body experience, so I took it slow, wanting to enjoy every minute we were together.

  She was so responsive to my touches, making my body tighten with my need to be inside her. I peeled her panties down slowly, revealing the last part of her body to me. She was watching me, her eyes lidded and her mouth open as she spread her legs for me. I settled myself between those long legs, kissing her with everything I had. I wanted to taste her pussy but restrained myself. That could wait for another time; I had to be inside her. Taking the condom packet, I opened it; then, with shaky hands, I rolled it on. My heart was pounding as I instinctively started talking to her while I guided my cock to her entrance. I pushed her knees up and pushed my cock in, she was so tight that I restrained my urge to just plunge in and feel her wrapped so tightly around me. I started praising her and talking sweetly in her ear. That was a first; I like to talk dirty during sex.

  She was so tight I knew it was going to hurt as I pushed in a little further as I tried to prepare her. I kept kissing and talking her through the experience, partly to keep myself under control. It was difficult, but she was my first priority. She listened to my instructions as I gritted my teeth to push a little further. I felt her flinch, knowing I’d just pushed past her barrier, promising to make her feel better. She winced, taking a piece of my heart with that faint groan of pain. Taking my time, I slowly pushed my way in inch by inch until I was all the way in, kissing her as I pushed. She was so damn tight around my cock, her muscles gripping me.

  I’d never taken my time with a girl before. I made sure they came, and then took what I wanted and left, going home alone. She was different. I wanted to love and cherish her; one time was not going to be enough for me. I held myself still as I waited for her to become accustomed to me. She felt good as she clung to me, breathing hard in my ear. Finally she moved her hips, giving me a sign that she was ready. I started to move, all the while talking and kissing her. I was in heaven, and she was my angel. Her trust meant everything to me. I did my best to love her as tenderly and carefully as I could. When she became wetter, I knew she was feeling pleasure and not pain anymore. Her moans were like a symphony to my ears, and I encouraged her, lifting her pelvis to go in deeper.

  “Hold on to me, honey,” I groaned as I moved faster, feeling her muscles clench down on my cock. She was stroking me from the inside as her fingers stroked me on the outside. I wanted to watch her experience her first climax. I felt her body start to tighten hard and spasm on my cock. I knew she was close. Looking into her glassy eyes, she looked frightened as she clutched me tight to her with deep, gasping breaths.

  “Bailey, I’ve got you; let go,” I whispered, watching her stiffen in my arms with panic in her eyes. I had to talk her through it, trying to help her relax and enjoy the rush of climaxing.

  “Honey, trust me; relax and just feel me loving you,” I said, picking up her shoulders to hold her close to me. I talked softly in her ear, encouraging her to let go as I pushed in and out of her, gradually building up the pleasure until she lost it. I watched her eyes lose focus; her mouth opened as she groaned in ecstasy; her slim body bucked in my arms. She was beautiful and trusting as she stiffened around me
, her long hair spread out on the pillow, her lips pink and swollen from our kissing. This incredible sound coming out of her mouth was beyond erotic. I watched her glorious body as she came; lost in the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Her face was flushed as she opened her eyes, and I smiled at her.

  “That was so beautiful.” I said.

  “Hmmm…that was nice.” She smiled at me.

  I was wound so tight, holding on by a thread. I needed a tighter connection. “Good, now can you hold on to me tighter, sweetheart? ’Cause I’ve got to move,” I said, putting her arms around my shoulders and willing her to hang on, because I couldn’t hold it any longer. She clung to me, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. I couldn’t believe my reaction to her, she was perfect in every way.

  She was perfect; we fit together like we were made for each other. I kissed her and loved her with every fiber of my being, talking in her ear both sexy and sweet words of encouragement. Her body was working mine as she grabbed my hips and ground her pussy into me. My need for climax took over my mind as our sweaty bodies slipped against each other. The sounds of our lovemaking were like music to me. I came harder than I’d ever come before, groaning out my own release, feeling her pussy clamp down hard on me and quiver as we came together.

  I held her tightly to me, never wanting to let her go. This was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. Our hearts were beating in time with each other as I held her body against mine, unable to move. I was suspended in time, my body shaking from loving her. I’d never had a sexual experience like this before. I was so out of my element, totally addicted to this girl. It didn’t matter that she was inexperienced; she was the best I’d ever had. I didn’t mind guiding her and encouraging her. I felt so empowered. Finally I raised my head to see those brown eyes looking at me.

  “You’re incredible” was all I could say. My mouth wouldn’t work, my brain was fried, and my body was totally blissed out. What do you say to a girl that gave you the best orgasm of your life? I never wanted to let her go—she was my other half; I was sure of it!

  I was speechless lying on top of her, completely satisfied. When my brain started to function, I realized I must have been crushing her and rolled to the side, taking her with me. I immediately felt cold without her, reaching over to feel her warm body as my breathing slowed. She lay there watching me as I looked at every beautiful inch of her naked body. I claimed her tonight; she was mine!

  “Are you OK?” I asked, concerned that I might have hurt her.

  She smiled sweetly, looking completely fucked and satisfied. I smiled and kissed her nose, so happy to have experienced that with her. I rolled to pull the condom off, tied it, and tossed it in the trash can next to her bed. We held each other as our breathing returned to normal. Brushing her wet hair out of her beautiful face, I gave her a kiss. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, wanting to kiss and touch her desperately.

  I’d never stayed the night with anyone I fucked, but I wanted to with her. After experiencing that incredible sex, I didn’t want to let her go.

  I asked her if she wanted me to stay, thrilled when she said yes. After that experience I wanted to hold her in my arms, keeping our connection all through the night. I sat up to grab the sheets at the bottom of the bed, noticing the blood on her thighs. A reminder of her virginity was also on the sheet that I pulled up. She was watching me look at the bloodstain on the sheet. What do you say to someone at a time like this? She was my first virgin. Nothing needed to be said, I smiled, kissed her softly and turned out the light, tucking her into my arms, completely sated and happy.

  Here was another first: staying all night with a girl I’d just had sex with. I wondered if my firsts had trumped hers yet.

  Sex for me had always been an act that I performed. Yes, I enjoyed it, but I didn’t feel anything for my partners. I talked dirty because that turned me on, but I didn’t need that with her. Most of the time, I was rough, hurrying my partners into climax so I could do whatever I pleased with their bodies until I was sated. I was insatiable and pounded them into the mattress with force, chasing my orgasm without caring if they held on to me or not. I didn’t need their arms around me or skin-to-skin contact except for my groin area. I was cold and uncaring, never wanting any of them for a return performance.

  I was attracted to the pretty girls with lots of experience, learning from them how to pleasure a woman. They taught, and I learned. A girl a few years older than me worked for my dad, and she taught me a lot; she was my only repeat fuck. We went at it over and over again until I got skilled at bringing a woman to climax. Then she got clingy, and I panicked. She started showing up everywhere our band played. I’d avoid her and kiss any random chick, but she didn’t get the message. She stalked me, waiting for our break to pounce on me and hang around when I was talking with my friends. I’d pick any random girl and kiss her and walk away with her just to piss her off, but she would show up the next time we performed.

  To be quite frank she was scaring me. I tried to recall the times I’d taken her to bed to make sure in my drunken; fucked up world I hadn’t told her I loved her, or some other stupid shit in the heat of the moment. Nope I never remembered saying those words to her; she was just a convenient fuck, always ready and willing. I tried very nicely to let her know I’d moved on, but as pretty as she was there wasn’t much going on upstairs, because she never got the hint. I even out right told her on no uncertain terms that I never wanted to fuck her again, we were done.

  She told everybody I was her boyfriend, and just kept coming back. I’d be up on stage singing and see her walk in the door and start to sweat. Lust was the only feeling I ever felt for her, or for any of them. I finally pushed her off on Josh one of my friends and they seemed to click. I told him she was pretty and easy and he jumped at the chance to have one of my leftovers. Last I knew they were still together, thank God!

  Women were a dime a dozen, once I was satisfied, I moved on, not caring if their hearts were broken or if I ever saw them again. I was a coldhearted bastard, I realized that now. I had women offer me money, tell me they loved me, beg and plead for my attention. I took what they offered and called it a night, never holding them or cuddled with them after sex; it was just too intimate.

  But Bailey was different; I needed it from her.

  Seven

  Bailey

  I was awakened by what felt like a dog licking my face. I reached up to swat it away and heard laughter. I opened one eye to see green eyes staring down at me.

  “Morning, sleepyhead, time to get up,” Jesse said, smiling those dimples down at me. I looked at the clock; it was seven in the morning. I reached up and pulled him down to me, holding him tight. What a way to start my morning, Jesse naked wrapped in my arms. I breathed in his scent.

  “Let’s take a shower and get some food; I’m starving,” he said in my ear. “You drained me of all of my strength, baby; I need nourishment.” He chuckled.

  “OK, I’m awake,” I said, pushing him away to get out of bed.

  “You’re not one of those cranky morning people, are you?” he asked, looking at me with a sexy smile.

  “Put your dimples away, and let’s get that shower; I feel yucky,” I said.

  “Yucky! Thanks a lot; I’m crushed,” he said, holding his hand over his heart and falling back on the bed.

  “I mean yucky in a good way,” I said, looking down at my bloody thighs.

  “Oh, OK, let’s go wash that nasty, yucky stuff off you.” He smiled as he turned on the shower and held his hand out for me. I took it and stepped in, standing under the warm water. Looking down at the bloodstains, I knew I was now officially a woman, as Shelly so delicately put it. I washed my hair and put in conditioner to soak while I grabbed for the body wash. Jesse was way ahead of me, holding up soapy hands with a big smile.

  “I want to wash you, sweetheart,” he said, putting his hands on my arms and rubbing in the lather. He carefully washed every part of my body, then turned me around to ri
nse off. I decided that I would return the favor, so I shifted places with him and handed him the shampoo. He washed his hair as I put body wash on my hands and began rubbing the soap all over him. This was my chance to enjoy looking at him as I concentrated on touching every inch of his body.

  I walked him backward to stand under the shower to rinse; then he turned us so I could rinse out my conditioner.

  Reaching to shut off the water, I was greeted with a soft, fluffy towel being wrapped around me. He grabbed another towel and put it around his waist, covering up his manhood as he helped me out.

  “That was fun,” I said, drying my long hair as I watched him dry off his incredibly sexy body.

  “Oh, we can have more fun than that in the shower, but right now I need nourishment,” he said, leaving the bathroom to get dressed. That got my curiosity going as I dried myself off and went to put on some of my pretty underwear. I wasn’t embarrassed to walk around in my bra and panties with him; somehow it seemed natural after what we’d experienced last night. I could see why Shelly was so comfortable with her sexuality—I needed to cut her some slack. Jesse had his clothes back on and was running his fingers through his hair, looking sexy as hell.

  “I’ve got to go and change my clothes; will you meet me for breakfast in forty-five minutes? Does that give you enough time to get ready, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, it doesn’t take me too long,” I said, wrapping my robe over my underwear just as that familiar knock was on my door.

  “Should I be worried about who’s knocking on your door so early in the morning?” he asked with raised eyebrows and a sinister look on his face.

  “Don’t be silly; it’s Shelly,” I said, laughing at him.

  He wiggled his eyebrows as he rubbed his hands together and pulled the door open with gusto, just like she always did. She shrieked and jumped back. “Ah ha, got yah!” he said, laughing at her.