by Amelia Jade
She smiled. “Even around me?”
He winked and headed for his car without saying a word.
***
The remnants of dinner lay scattered on the coffee table in front of them. There wasn’t much, she had to admit. The pork and steamed vegetables had been absolutely delicious, not to mention easy to prepare. She had already filed away the meal for future use. Jenny wasn’t much of a chef, but this was one meal she thought she could handle without burning the house down.
Now they lay cuddled up on her overly large sectional, semi-watching a movie and talking amongst themselves. Corey was sprawled out across the long section of the sofa, while she was curled up with her head on his chest on the opposite side, their bodies forming a blunted “L.” She didn’t want to move, but the way his hand continued to rub gently up and down her leg was far more enticing than she had expected.
“Corey,” she started to say, then stopped as his eyes met hers. The deep pools of hazel-brown were open and unguarded, ready to listen to anything she had to say. “I need to tell you something.”
“What’s that?” he asked, intrigued. His hand never stopped caressing her leg as he waited for her to speak again.
She wanted to tell him how she felt, and the thoughts running through her mind. That she was ready to sleep with him, but that she was scared. Scared that she wouldn’t be a good partner for him. That he would hold her lack of experience against her, or something else that the logical part of her mind knew was ridiculous. But most importantly, that despite how he might act, she would feel inferior at giving him pleasure.
Inferior and incompetent. Not exactly an enticing idea.
But she couldn’t. Her fears caught up to her and locked her jaw tight, even as she fought against the hold they had over her.
“You can tell me,” he prompted gently as the silence stretched onward.
“I kind of like you,” she managed lamely, wanting to fill the void more than anything.
A grin split his face as he beamed at her. Jenny wasn’t sure whether he had picked up on the fact that she had intended to say something else or not, but if he had, he hid it admirably.
“I kinda sorta like you too,” he replied, lowering his head to hers so that he could kiss her.
As a result of their lips touching, his hand—which until then had stayed strictly on the side of her leg—dropped slightly so that it slid gently along the top and near her inner thigh. Although his fingertips were still inches away from the dull throb beginning to form between her legs, the sudden jump in proximity was enough to send a pleasant tingle down her spine.
“You do?” she asked as their lips parted. Her forehead was resting against his as they stayed close. His hand strayed back to the side of her leg, but without thinking she reached down and pulled it back, giving him permission to continue to build up the heat within her. To his credit, and a little to her surprise, Corey didn’t immediately dive between her legs to stroke her through her pants. Instead, he began to tease the sensual skin around it, dipping close, but still several inches away.
“I do,” he promised, sealing it with a kiss. “I’ve never felt a connection quite like the one I do with you,” he told her.
Jenny made a pleasant noise and pressed her lips to his more firmly this time. Her hand reached around his head and pulled Corey tight to her. His lips parted and she responded as they explored each other more intimately than they had before. Without meaning to, Jenny realized that she was the one initiating. That realization threatened to break the spell, but Corey’s fingers dipped even closer to her clit, which by now was beginning to pulse with desire.
Their kisses came faster and more passionate as they allowed themselves to fall into each other. At one point Corey’s hand left her leg, reaching around behind him to remove the pillows along the back of the sofa, making room for her to join him.
She was unsure about it, but she had gone this far, and simply lying down facing the same direction as him wasn’t that big of a change she told herself. So she allowed his strong arms to both lift and guide her from her spot to a comfortable perch on the edge near him. She noted that he put himself up against the back of the couch, so that she didn’t feel trapped. It was a small gesture, but one that allowed her to relax nonetheless.
There was so much she wanted to say and explain to him about where things might lead, but words failed her again. Strangely enough, as his hand began to caress her again, Jenny realized she was okay with it. Corey seemed to sense her timidity and unease, and realized that it wasn’t him she was uneasy about, but herself. He brought her hand to his face when she began to wonder if she should be touching him with it.
When she realized she had no idea what to do next, Corey took it upon himself to kiss his way down her jaw until he found the soft, tender skin of her neck. His lips pressed against her softly, interspersed with soft nips from his teeth that caused goosebumps to rise across her skin. It also flared the embers between her legs into a furnace of heat, the temperature rising swiftly.
Much to her surprise, as his hand made its way up her side to caress her breasts for the first time and touch her hard nipples through both her bra and shirt, she moaned softly in delight. His hand was so warm and his fingers so deft that even without removing her clothing he knew just how and where to touch her for maximum effect.
There was no protest either as he slid his hand under her shirt and smoothly unhooked her bra. Sensing that he wanted to strip her, she sat up hesitantly.
“Here,” he whispered, taking her hands and pushing his shirt into them.
Grinning, she tugged his shirt up and over his head, ensuring he was the first to reveal skin.
And muscle, she thought as her eyes widened. So much muscle…
Corey was ripped. Pecs bulged as his arms dropped and she could see each of his abs as they flexed to keep him sitting upright. Shakily she extended a hand, her fingers rubbing over them like the washboard they were. Her fingers splayed out across his broad chest. She leaned in to tenderly kiss his smooth skin, enjoying the deep, relaxed breathing that ensued as she covered him in kisses.
She intended to run her hands down his stomach and up his side, but as she did one of her wrists caught on something. It wasn’t his belt buckle, and she dropped her eyes to figure out what it was. Her brain caught up to her before she could focus on what it was, however, and Jenny blushed as she realized she had just brushed against the hard bulge of his cock.
“You’re so hard,” she said aloud without thinking.
Corey opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. Nothing came out though, and in the end he just smiled.
“What?” she protested, terrified he was making fun of her.
“I was going to make a really, really cheesy joke out of it,” he informed her. “But I decided against it.”
Jenny raised her eyebrows inquiringly. “Such as?”
Corey shook his head.
She pushed him down onto his back and straddled him without thinking. “You need to tell me now,” she threatened, though the smile on her face removed any sense of danger.
“I was going to say that it’s all your fault.”
Jenny frowned. “What’s my fault?”
“This,” he said, and she saw him blush slightly as he sat back upright. The motion pushed her hips down to his and she felt his cock press into her as she settled atop it.
“Oh, that,” she said meekly. How the hell had she not understood his reference? Heat blossomed both between her legs and across her cheeks and down her neck.
“Yes, that,” he echoed, his fingers taking hold of the side of her shirt and slowly lifting it.
His slow, exaggerated movement gave her plenty of time to stop him from undressing her, but she didn’t. Although she was nervous of everything, she was positive of one thing.
She wanted him. The furnace between her legs was quickly becoming an inferno as she imagined seeing and touching his cock. Even as she thought it, h
er hips began to move of their own accord, slowly grinding into him. The pressure of his cock between her legs was intoxicating, something she didn’t think she would ever get enough of.
Then, without realizing it, her shirt was gone and her previously undone bra was hanging off her. Big, soft, strong hands pressed along her wide midsection and around her back, where his fingers dug softly into the muscle along her spine as he held himself upright, his lips moving inward from her shoulder to her collarbone.
Fire erupted across her stomach and breasts as skin met skin. He was so hot! Literally and figuratively. His skin practically burned as she molded her body to his, arms clasped as far around his body as she could, holding him tight to her.
Though they didn’t speak aloud, their bodies spoke to one another, as did their eyes. She could feel the frantic longing in her own eyes, and saw it echoed in the sheer desire within his. He wanted her.
Her.
Not because she was just another notch on his belt, but because he cared for her, and he wanted to please her. The person, not the body. She was brought to new heights as they explored her skin together. Finding what worked for her and what didn’t. She communicated with touches and noises, letting him know when he found just the right spot.
Eventually he picked her up off of him, and laid her on her back. He took up position on the floor between her legs, and his lips began to wander south from her neck. His hands cupped her breasts, bringing first one, then the other to his hungry mouth. The warmth of his tongue swirled around her hard nipples as he gently sucked on them.
His touch felt wonderful, but as he moved south, she began to tense.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, breaking the silence with words at long last.
“No,” she whispered. “But I’m nervous. I’ve never, I mean you’re the first and I—” she cut herself off abruptly as she realized she was babbling.
“It’s okay,” he assured her. “Be vocal, and tell me if I do something you don’t like, and don’t be afraid to show it when I do something you do like. If you can do that, I promise, I will do my best to make it perfect for you,” he said softly, pressing his forehead against hers once more.
She stared into his eyes, not only seeing, but feeling the care and desire there. Mixed among it was another emotion, one she hadn’t expected to see as things heated up. Patience. Jenny knew right then that if she asked him to stop, he would, without hesitation.
It was that sign that he wanted to do this for her that gave her the confidence to go ahead.
“I can do that,” she promised him, tilting her head slightly to steal a quick kiss.
He didn’t respond verbally, but he did kiss her back, and while their lips explored each other, his fingers undid her belt and loosened her pants.
Her lips suddenly became dry and she licked them in nervous anticipation as he slowly pulled her pants down. This left her clad only in her underwear, and she realized then that the states of undress were a little lopsided.
“Hold up,” she said as he finished pulling her pants off and moved to return to his knees.
Boldly she reached forward and quickly pulled his belt off. She forced herself to continue before she rethought her actions, and seconds later his pants fell easily to his ankles. She wanted to take them off him completely, but he stepped out of them easily enough.
“Much better,” she announced, eyes fixated on the clear outline of his cock. Forcing him to continue standing in front of her she reached out and touched it. With her sitting on the couch and him standing up, it was practically at eye-height for her. She couldn’t help but be fascinated by it. This was the farthest she had ever gone with a man, and she hadn’t expected her first time to be with someone quite so spectacularly…muscled.
Her fingers wrapped around him through the black fabric of his boxers, and she felt more than saw the shiver that it sent through his body. Feeling emboldened by his reaction, she used her grip on him to pull him a little closer to her, where she pressed her lips against his stomach. As she kissed him, her hand moved up and down slowly, jerking him off gently through his underwear.
Wow this is hot, she realized as warmth flooded her own underwear in return, signaling that she was ready for him.
Unsure of what to do next, she hesitated, and in that moment Corey took the lead once more. He sunk down to his knees, running his hands up the outside of her legs as he did.
“That feels good,” she told him as he bent his head to her leg and began to slowly kiss his way up. She felt her legs spread slightly as he neared her underwear-clad clit. She expected him to either pull them down or to the side, but to her surprise, he began to kiss her through them.
The first light touch elicited a gasp from her and her eyes flew wide open.
Corey paused at the sharpness of her motion, glancing up at her as if to confirm that she was still okay for him to continue.
“Don’t stop now!” she managed to tell him, gently pulling his head against her.
Holy shit!
Jenny had explored herself before, though she never admitted it to anyone, and it didn’t happen often. As such, she found herself shocked at the power behind his touch. His mouth continue to kiss her through the cotton, and in short order her underwear was soaked.
“Just take it off,” she told him, giving him permission to see her completely naked.
This time he tore at them, likely as eager to have them off as she was, and he settled back between her legs with a smile on his face.
His hands hooked up under her legs and around her full waist, holding her tight while his tongue flicked out and lightly caressed her bare clit. It was pure bliss. She had no other way to describe the sensation that settled over her as Corey began to explore her opening completely with his tongue, before always returning to the hard little nub that pulsed pleasure out into her core, and from there into her extremities.
The pressure that had been growing slowly began to accelerate as he continued to work his magic. Jenny closed her eyes and let herself become swept up in the whirlwind of bliss that was surrounding her. The moment she did that the dam broke and the pressure became an explosive release that rocked her entire body, leaving her trembling from his attention. Her legs shook and collapsed flat onto the bed as she became unable to control her muscles. Even the spasms that shook her core were out of her control as her lungs worked overtime to supply her with air.
Without needing to be told, Corey stopped what he was doing and simply pressed his hands and skin against her, allowing her to bask in the glow that washed through her system and plastered a smile on her face. Eventually he moved up to lie beside her, leaning on her chest and stroking her side.
He wasn’t pushing the matter at all. The hardness of his cock was unmistakable, and she knew he must be aching for more, but he was content to let her set the pace. If she chose to end things there, Jenny knew that he wouldn’t object.
She definitely wanted to explore more with him though. As she recovered both her breath and her wits, she tugged on his shoulder, pulling him on top of her, positioned inside her legs.
Corey’s hand took her chin and tilted it up, their eyes meeting as he asked the question without speaking. Are you sure?
Reaching down, she tugged at his boxers in answer. With her short arms she couldn’t pull them down very far, but that didn’t matter. He got the hint. After a brief bit of maneuvering he was now naked and on top of her again.
Tentatively she pulled his hips toward hers as he used a hand to position himself properly. Slowly, so very slowly, he pushed inside of her.
She gasped as she felt the tip of him penetrate her, and in response Corey froze. The look on his face told her that he clearly thought he had hurt her. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could she placed a finger over his lips, shushing him. Using her other hand she pulled on his hips once more.
Slowly, very slowly, he inched his way inside of her. Her walls protested the sudden intrusion but stret
ched to accommodate his girth nonetheless. As she became accustomed to his size, pleasure began to replace pain, and she breathed more easily. Corey was big, and after seeing his rather large cock, she had worried about just how hard it would be to take him within her. Apparently not very, thanks to the way he touched her and turned her on.
After lying atop her for a short while without moving, he began to pull back. Instantly a great longing rushed through her system, a craving, a demand to have him back, as far inside her as he could. Desperately she cried out, trying to get him to push his cock back into her, but he refused, withdrawing until he was almost completely outside of her.
Just when she thought she could tolerate it no more, he reversed his thrust and entered her again. He moved faster now, though still taking his time. That’s how it was as they made love for the first time. Corey’s movements were slow and precise, giving her no more and no less than she could handle. It made everything that much better. There was no awkwardness to it, and they spoke very little.
Soft cries and hushed moans echoed through the silence. Their eyes, however, told a different story. Open wide, or screwed shut with pleasure, they were always looking at each other, exploring their souls as his hips pushed into her repeatedly. They found each other, both physically and emotionally, in the connection that formed.
As Corey sat under her, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed while she straddled him, grinding her hips into his, she realized that whatever was going on between them was deep. She had been nervous that it was just her overreacting to finally finding someone interested in her. But his actions and attentions told her that she hadn’t read it wrong. There was something different—something almost as supernatural as he was—forming between them.
When his body shuddered and jets of hot warmth began to explode within her, Jenny allowed herself to succumb to the moment. Her hips began to quiver first, and then as Corey’s strong fingers clamped down on her back, pulling her naked skin tight against his, she felt herself explode. Light arced behind her closed eyelids as she cried out, reveling in the moment, and never wanting it to fade.
