Ready to Trust

by Scarlett Knight

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  READY TO TRUST

  Two Intimate First Time Tales

  By

  Scarlett Knight

  Publisher Information

  Ready to Trust published in 2012

  by Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Scarlett Knight 2012

  The right of Scarlett Knight to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Ready to Trust

  By Scarlett Knight

  Shay slowly kicked her feet back and forth under the cerulean blue water. Soaking up the summer sun’s hot rays, she sat on the edge of the hotel swimming pool on the deep end. Beads of chlorine-scented water dripped off her waist-length black hair, making little puddles on the cement beside her. A few young children splashed around in the shallow end, their parents reclining in swimsuits on the chairs in the shade of a palm-tree.

  Licking her lips, Shay watched the kids play and attempted to absorb some of their happy, carefree attitude. Her heart pounded from inside her petite chest, but it wasn’t from any sort of vigorous swim. Two hours ago, she’d left the little countryside church with Gabe, who she’d married that very day. Today she would give him what she’d been holding back, what she’d been treasuring up until this moment. Her virginity was the last bit of herself that hadn’t been tainted by the ones she loved, the ones who had abandoned her. Finally giving it up meant having to trust again.

  But she was ready. She knew she was. From the time Gabe had walked into the restaurant where she’d been waitressing, she’d known he was different. His blue eyes sparkled with a kindness she wasn’t used to. Never-mind that her teenaged body had betrayed her as soon as she’d set eyes on him. It had responded to his tanned, muscled frame, hard from working construction, and his long blond hair, which he kept tied back in a ponytail. Yes, her body wanted him, though her mind cried out to hold back.

  She’d been 17 at the time, and now, two years later, she found herself Gabe’s wife. He knew all about her past, about the mother who left her when Shay was only a child, how she had to then live with an indifferent aunt. Then she’d told him about that same aunt who gave her up to a great uncle, who soon after passed away. Then it was a series of foster homes. Shay had tried to trust so many people, and so many people had shown they didn’t want her. They abandoned her time after time. She’d confessed to Gabe that because of her life’s traumas, she wasn’t giving up her virginity until she knew for sure that man wouldn’t leave her. He’d understood completely.

  Shay looked down at her bare left hand. She’d taken her wedding ring off so she wouldn’t lose it in the pool. Already her finger felt naked without it. She took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. Gabe wasn’t going to leave her. He’d made her a promise when he asked her to marry him, and he’d kept it. For the first time in her life, Shay had hope of turning her expectations of people around. She wanted to give the world another chance to be there for her. Trusting Gabe with her virginity would seal the deal.

  “Hey, beautiful.” Gabe’s deep voice snapped her out of her determined daydreaming. She turned around and beheld him leaning against the metal fence that surrounded the pool. “I got the beer if you’re ready to come back up to the room.”

  “Okay.” Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she quickly looked away from him, trying instead to focus on the calm waves of water her feet stirred up. “Cool.”

  “Shay, look at me.”

  She turned and peeked at him through a curtain of dark, wet hair. “What’s up?”

  “You okay?”

  He looked like one of those golden gods she’d learned about in school: tall, trim, and broad-shouldered, with that long, sun-kissed hair. His short-sleeved button-down revealed a V of tanned chest, the guitar-pick necklace she’d made him hanging just low enough that she couldn’t see the actual pick.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” It was mostly true. She didn’t want him to think she was as scared as she really was, scared not only because sex was supposed to hurt the first time, but because this was such a huge step for her, emotionally. “Really good.”

  “Great.” When he smiled, the entire world lit up. “I’ll be upstairs when you’re done swimming. Beer’s nice and cold.”

  She nodded, and he left her alone again. As the sun started to go down, she shook her head as if waking from a slumber. What was she doing stalling the inevitable? Gabe deserved more than this. With a burst of inner-strength, she got up from the side of the pool and wrapped her towel around her.

  When she got back to the room, she knocked on the door, having left her plastic card key inside. Gabe quickly let her in. He proudly handed her a beer, which she downed halfway before she’d even found a seat on the edge of the bed.

  The room was dark, all curtains having been drawn, and a couple of small bedside lamps turned on. Shay drew her legs up under her and covered them with her towel. The air conditioning was a bit cool, and it brought goose-bumps to her flesh. Her nipples poked through the thin, red fabric of her two-piece swimsuit. Gabe sat in a reclining chair next to the window and strummed his guitar. He picked at the strings, his brow set in concentration as he worked through a couple of classic rock songs he’d been trying to learn.

  A few moments later, the beer kicking in, Shay got up from the bed. Gabe stopped playing and watched as she crossed the room and headed toward the little fridge. Feeling playful, she bent over, giving him a good view of her round ass in her damp red bathing suit, as she retrieved another beer. She popped it open and took two long gulps.

  Gabe’s fingers tapped the neck of his guitar. His eyes gleamed with a hunger he’d done so well to restrain through the early stages of their relationship. Even when Shay knew he wanted to fuck her more than anything, he’d managed to hold back because he loved her. She wasn’t going to make him wait much longer.

  “Can I get you one?” she asked, her legs warm and tingly from the beverage.

  “No thanks.” His eyes met hers. The intensity of his gaze burned into her. “I want to be fully alert.”

  Shay cleared her throat. The need beneath the surface of his voice sent a jolt down to her core. So that was his plan. Allow her to get her good and relaxed, while he stayed in control. It was a considerate gesture. But she knew that at some point, the animal he’d been holding back would be unleashed. The tension of that truth filled the air with sensual electricity. She took another drink. This time it did more than loosen her up. It started to turn her on.

  “So - ”

  “Have you looked at the pamphlets?” Gabe asked, turning his focus back to his guitar playing.

  Shay blinked. Why was he stalling? Didn’t he want this?

  “No,” she said carefully. “Where are they?”

  “Over there by the TV. Pick out somewhere you want to go, and we can go there later tonight or tomorrow.”

  As his fingers danced across the instrument’s strings, Shay imagined them on her body and felt a flush go up her neck. They’d done a decent bit of foreplay during the time they dated. She’d gone
down on him a few times, as well as given him the occasional hand job. And he’d toyed with her enough to get her hot and bothered. She’d never let him take her pants off; however, there was a time or two he’d brought her to orgasm just by grinding against her during their make-out sessions. But to have their bodies naked together, to feel him inside of her, she’d longed for it, despite her stubborn promise to keep her virginity safe.

  And he wanted to talk about pamphlets.

  She downed more of her second beer, her small frame growing light and tipsy with the carbonated beverage. Flipping through the folded paper ads, she found one for an amusement park that looked fun, one for an aquarium that seemed interesting, and one for a restaurant that was infinitely fancier than the place where she worked.

  “These look good,” she said, holding up the three.

  “What are they?”

  She told him, her voice void of emotion. He nodded after each one and said he’d heard of the restaurant before, that one of his friends had taken a girl there once and that it was very nice. Shay tried to act like she cared, but this small talk was about to drive her crazy.

  “So you really want to go to the amusement park?” he asked. “I thought you were afraid of rollercoasters.”

  Contemplating how to answer that, she finally said, “There’s a first time for everything.”

  She hoped he’d get the deeper meaning behind that statement. Looking down at the pamphlets, she pretended to be engrossed in the images and descriptions, and she waited for him to make his move. But he didn’t get it.

  “It all sounds cool,” he said. “Can I take a look at ‘em?”

  He reached out a hand. Her eyes went wide. Oh, damn it all to hell. This wasn’t good. What if the entire time he knew her, he hadn’t pressured her to have sex because he wasn’t really that attracted to her? What if it had nothing to do with her desire to keep her virginity until marriage at all? What if none of this was what she thought?

  What if he was going to abandon her like the rest of them?

  She started tapping her foot, an absentminded gesture she always found herself doing when she was anxious. After a long bout of silence, she glanced up at her husband and found an expression of concern crossing his handsome face.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  She lifted her chin and forced her foot to be still. “Do you not want me or something?”

  He let out a sexy chuckle. “God, Shay. Of course I want you.”

  “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”

  She defiantly tossed the pamphlets back on the desk. As Gabe looked down at his guitar, a strand of his hair fell out of his ponytail. He nibbled on his lower lip, a trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth. When he looked up, he gave her a full grin and said softly:

  “I guess I’m a little nervous.”

  Shay laughed heartily, releasing any remaining tension she might have had. “You? Are you kidding me? You’re the nervous one?” She hoped dearly this was the case, and that he wasn’t just making up an excuse. Her heart wanted to believe him, even though she said, “I don’t believe you.”

  “Why not?”

  “It doesn’t make any sense. You’re the experienced one.”

  “Well, so what? That puts even more pressure on me to be perfect.” He put the guitar down beside the chair, propping it against the wall. “I want it to be good for you. I want you to be ready. I mean, I’ve waited this long. What’s waiting a little longer to make sure you’re - ”

  He stopped in mid-sentence when Shay started removing her top. Bearing her pert breasts, she dropped the upper half of the swimsuit onto the floor. She let Gabe look at her, the carnal gleam returning to his eyes with a vengeance. He didn’t move his body an inch; only his eyes darted back and forth from her lips to her eyes to her boobs. A trace of her own nervousness returned, but it was mixed with sudden warmth at her core, especially when she reached up to cup her tits. She played with them like she’d seen women do in movies when they were stripping and trying to seduce a man. It appeared to be working, but not only on him.

  Her fingers brushed against her cool, erect nipples, and the touch triggered a swelling in her clit. Going with the flow, she removed the swimsuit bottom, and Gabe’s eyes went straight to her pussy, which she’d freshly shaved just for him the night before. He emitted a quiet, deep-throated groan as she caressed the sensitive bud between her legs with a slightly trembling hand.

  This is me, trusting you, giving you all I have. I stand here, naked, knowing this is my chance at believing that not all people love and then leave. Please, don’t let me down, Gabe.

  He stood, and in one swift motion, pulled his shirt over his head. His necklace rested against a chest of solid muscle. There was a little scar by his collarbone from an accident at work. His shoulder sported a fresh scratch from a friend’s unruly dog. It was these imperfections that made him perfect. As he approached her, he started unbuttoning his jeans.

  “Get into bed,” he whispered, “under the covers.”

  She nodded, feeling the heat of him, though he still stood at arm’s length. While she pulled the thick comforter down and followed with the crisp white sheet, Gabe turned off all but one little lamp. The room was suddenly cast in a faint glow, almost as if from a nightlight. He sat down on the bed and slid off his pants and boxers then joined her under the covers.

  They both lay on their sides, facing one another, Gabe propped up on an elbow, Shay with her arm slid underneath her pillow. He reached out a hand to gently caress her face. Then he leaned in for a kiss that knocked her for a loop. Her world spun with a drowsy new pleasure, and she sank into it.

  With every touch of his tongue on her lips, teeth, and tongue, she found it harder to control her body. Her cunt began to pulse as her heart and soul compelled her to let this man wash her slate of disappointment and resentment clean, replacing it with a fresh new start. She reached behind his head and pulled at his ponytail holder until his shoulder-length hair fell free.

  He leaned back long enough to look her in her heavy-lidded eyes and say, “You’re beautiful.”

  “So are you,” she breathed.

  Again he gave her the gift of his sensual kisses, but this time, he only stayed at her mouth for a moment. With the fluid movements of a pro, he shifted to her ear and nibbled on the lobe, sucking gently in between his soft, erotic bites. She arched her back, the sensation sending waves of titillation down her body. Pressing herself closer to him, she gasped when she suddenly felt his hot, hard erection against her belly.

  Dull panic hit her for a brief second, and she was afraid again of the first time being painful. But her pussy battled with her brain. The moisture from her desire continued to trickle out, making the inside of her thighs slick and warm. She took hold of his cock, and his whole body stiffened. He stopped kissing her and breathed hard against the crook of her neck. And when she began to stroke him, he moved against her hand, slow, tantalizing thrusts that had her rocking her hips, too, against the space of air in between their pelvises.

  His prick released a trace of precum, which she spread along its length as she rubbed. Gabe closed his eyes and grabbed at her breasts, tweaking the nipples with growing fervency. His cock felt as if it grew even more swollen in her grasp. The big, fleshy organ intimidated and intrigued her. How was he ever going to fit a thing of such size into such a small opening as hers?

  Gabe moved in and licked at her tits. She panted, openmouthed, as he suckled, pushing her to unbelievable heights of arousal. Pumping his prick faster, she barely knew what she was doing. She only knew she didn’t want this to ever end. She whimpered, saying his name like it was a prayer. Responding with a moan, he took her hand and made her stop. Her heart jumped.

  “What did I do?” she asked. “Did I mess up?”

  “No.” His voice held a strange re
sonance, an agonized yet ecstatic tone. “No, but if you keep on with this, I’m going to come.”

  “Oh,” she whispered. So she’d been doing everything right. She had to fight herself from smiling. “What now?”

  “Well.” He felt of her pussy, his fingers gliding between the wet, delicate folds. “I thought I was going to have to work a little harder to get you to this point.” He whispered directly in her ear, sending a thrilling jolt down her back, “You must kinda like me.”

  “I love you,” she said.

  “I love you, too. But it’s a little steamy under here.” Then he shifted, pulling back the covers with his movement. He hovered above her on all fours, his head directly above her heaving chest. “Mind if I take a minute to cool off?”

  “Sure.” She couldn’t keep her eyes off his rigid cock, which stood attention mere inches from her cunt. His hair tickled her nipples. “Anything.” God, he was gorgeous. And he was hers. “Do what you need to do.”

  “And what about what I want to do?”

  Her pulse sped up. “Do that, too.”

  “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

  He put his work-hardened hands on her knees and slowly spread them apart. She’d never before felt so utterly exposed. Her instinctual reaction was to snap her legs shut, but she didn’t. Gabe gazed at her glistening pussy as if it were the most sacred of treasures. Then he lowered his head and kissed the inside of her thigh.

  Her limbs turned to jelly. She grabbed a fistful of the sheet beneath her as he trailed his kisses up to her smooth, pubic mound. When he reached it, he darted out his tongue and made a slow trail to her engorged clit. He sucked on the bud and nibbled it like he’d done to her ear minutes ago. Unlike the feeling he’d given her then, this was infinitely more intense.

  She lifted her hips to bring him closer. He lashed out his tongue, lapping up her sweet juices, and her legs began to quake. His hands crept up to her chest again, and he firmly grabbed hold of each breast, his thumbs flicking the nipples. She moaned when he shot his tongue into her, tickling the soft, pink flesh until she gasped. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her body, which crept ever closer to release.