Best of Penny Wylder: Virgin Romance

by Wylder, Penny

  “Of course,” I say, my voice rough.

  He walks away like nothing just happened, and I’m left turned on and staring after him, throwing curses at him with my mind.

  10

  I thought way too long about what to put on to go to Andrew’s room. It’s going to be dark, and we’ll likely be naked anyway, but still, I wanted to look good. Unfortunately, being a recent virgin doesn’t lend itself to a lot of sexy sleepwear. I finally settle for functional—I can walk the hallway in it and not feel ridiculous—just a camisole and shorts. I swear the walk to Andrew’s room feels like the longest walk I’ve ever made in my life.

  I knock softly on the door, and it opens almost immediately. He was waiting for me. There’s a single lamp on, making the room moody and mysterious. But I don’t have time to examine my surroundings because as soon as the door shuts I’m crushed up against it, Andrew filling up my senses. He’s already shirtless, and I let my hands trace the edges of the muscles down his back. His tongue is tangling with mine, and I can taste mint.

  He pulls us away from the door, backing up to the bed until we fall down on it. The fall breaks our kiss, and I see that I’m on top. Having all of Andrew spread out under my body brings out a hunger I didn’t even know I had in me. This time I’m going to explore. I see him about to sit up, and place a hand on his chest. “Not this time.”

  He raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t argue. I lean down to kiss him, and this time I’m the one who does the invading, exploring his mouth with my tongue and drawing him into me. I break away and I don’t hesitate, placing my mouth just below his jaw and sucking at his skin.

  I follow the same path he did on me, moving down his throat and running the tip of my tongue across his collarbone. Then I’m at his chest, and I can see he’s breathing heavily. I glance up at him to find him watching, eyes glazed with sensation. I put my mouth on his nipple, feeling it harden as I explore it with my tongue. The groan that Andrew lets out when I add suction fuels the fervor I’m feeling. I move to his other nipple for the same before licking my way down the planes of his stomach and exploring his gorgeous abs with my fingers.

  I mimic his path again with my mouth, kissing lower as I slide my palms down the lines of his hips and hook my fingers into the waist of his pants. Then they’re gone, and I’m face to face with his cock, already fully erect. I reach out and touch it, and Andrew hisses when I take it in my hand. He scrubs his own hands across his face, and I smile. Fair’s fair.

  I run my fingers up and down, the skin softer than I was expecting. I’ve never touched one like this, obviously. It’s empowering, and turning me on so much I can hardly stand it. I keep running my hand up and down, trying to circle it fully with my fingers and barely managing. I like watching the muscles in his legs and abs jump as I touch him. I’ve been following his same path, and his path led directly to his mouth on me. Just the thought of putting my mouth on him sends fresh zings of adrenaline and need running through me.

  I don’t give him any warning as I lean forward to take him into mouth and start sucking. I don’t get very far, but it’s enough. His whole body jumps, and he swears. I pull back, sucking all the way, and release him to run my tongue all the way up and down his length. When I take him in again, letting his head brush the back of my throat, I go as far as I can, though his cock is enormous and my mouth is not. I’ve never done this before, but the continuous soft stream of curse words coming from Andrew’s mouth tells me that I’m not completely terrible at it.

  Suddenly Andrew sits up and pulls me off him, drawing me back up level with his face. “You have to stop,” he says. “Otherwise I’m going to come and I want to fuck you before I do.”

  “I want you to fuck me too,” I say, high with adrenaline and the feeling of power that just came from bringing him to the edge.

  He rolls over me, pressing me into the bed, overwhelming me with the feeling of his skin. “How about a little spontaneity?” he asks.

  His hands are on me, roaming over my skin, lifting up my shirt and leaving tingles behind. “What did you have in mind?” I ask, more than a little breathless.

  My shorts are gone in another moment and then our limbs are tangling together, skin on skin. It’s my new favorite feeling.

  “This house has a great pool, and I would love to see the rest of you soaking wet. I see your pussy already is.”

  “Now?”

  “Now,” he says. “Everyone is asleep. It will be just us and the water.”

  “Okay.” I reach for my shorts to put them on again, and he stops me. He takes my shorts from my hand and then my camisole, and he tosses them under the bed along with his pants. “We go naked.”

  “Are you crazy?”

  A slow grin spreads across his face. “You know I like a little danger.” He kisses me, pressing me back into the pillows and running his fingers along my thighs. It’s late, and my uncle sleeps like a rock. I can’t count the number of times I snuck out to go for late night walks in the neighborhood while I lived with him in high school. This is no different. “Fine,” I say. “But let’s go now, because if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

  Andrew makes a sound that’s close to a growl and jumps out of the bed before scooping me up and setting me on my feet. He takes a condom from his drawer and turns out the lamp. The room is plunged into darkness, the light from the sky outside slowly swimming into focus. Andrew finds me, running his hands across me before taking my hand. I can’t see, and every other sense is screaming. I feel every whisper of air against my skin and hear every creak in the house’s walls. He pulls me along, leading the way through the hall and down the stairs. The tiles in the kitchen are cool, and my feet whisper across them. Finally we’re outside, and the sky is clear and filled with stars and a waning moon. There’s not much light, but I can see Andrew just barely, and he’s staring at me like I’m captivating.

  I cross the patio to the pool and step in to find the water cool and pleasant. I wasn’t going to tell him this, but if the water had been freezing cold I would have nixed this plan immediately. The pool is nice, with seating areas and jets spread throughout odd shaped alcoves. I go just a little deeper, so my breasts are floating in the water, and I hear the crinkle of Andrew putting on his condom before coming into the pool behind me. He swims over, and light from the moon glints off the ripples he’s making. “Another first,” I say.

  “What is?”

  I twirl in a circle, enjoying the feel of the water against my naked skin. “I’ve never been skinny dipping.”

  “That is just sad,” Andrew says. “Because skinny dipping is fun.”

  I can’t stop my smile. “Well, now that I know…I’ll have to make sure I go again.”

  “Maybe next time in an ocean.”

  “That sounds nice.”

  Andrew turns, and the light from the moon falls down his torso, highlighting the dips and hollows of his delicious body. My mouth goes dry, and I remember why we came here in the first place. “Well, here I am, soaking wet,” I say softly. I dip my head back into the pool, letting my hair go all the way under before surfacing again.

  Andrew reaches for me and pulls me into one of the little alcoves filled with jets and bubbles and benches. “You,” he says in a whisper, “are the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I think my heart stops in that moment, the unexpected sentiment filling me up. I freeze, absorbing everything around me so I can recall this moment.

  He pulls me against him, the water flowing between us, and kisses me. At the same time he reaches down and slips a finger inside me, making me gasp into his mouth. His thumb finds my clit, and my entire existence narrows to that single point of contact. “Close your eyes.”

  “I can barely see anyway.”

  “Just trust me, Naomi.”

  I close my eyes, and he leads me to a bench at the edge of the pool, has me kneel. Then he’s behind me, and he leans me back against him. I let my head loll ag
ainst his shoulder as he plays with my breasts. He tugs on my nipples, and I’m so aroused that it feels like he’s tugging directly on my clit. “Andrew,” I say, “please.”

  I don’t have to ask again. He reaches down, and fits himself against me, and then pushes himself inside my pussy in one slow, smooth stroke. I almost come right then. “Oh god.”

  “You feel incredible.” Andrew’s voice is rough and I’ve never heard it sound so sexy.

  He starts to move inside me, slow and steady. The motion of the water around us makes every movement feel like it lasts forever, and it’s amazing. I lean back and let him and the water carry my weight while he fills me again and again. “Being inside you is all I’ve been able to think about today,” he says, increasing his speed.

  I can’t say anything. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure. Nothing works. I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t think, only feel. Every stroke in is a flare sending heat up through my core, and every stroke out makes me shudder. Just then, Andrew turns me, and one of the jets hits directly on my clit. I can’t keep quiet and I’m so grateful for Andrew’s hand covering my mouth because the edge is right there and he’s thrusting faster and it’s so good, so fucking good and oh god I’m coming.

  I see white as the sheer wave of sensation floods over my body. My whole body is shaking and Andrew is still fucking me and I can see more stars than the real ones. I don’t know how to describe this pleasure that’s far more than anything I ever thought sex could be. I feel Andrew kissing my neck as I slowly come back to reality. He’s slowed his strokes, still moving inside me. The jet is still on my clit, and I’m shuddering on his cock with the aftermath of my orgasm. He uncovers my mouth, and I take a deep breath in. “Wow.” It’s the only thing I’m thinking.

  Andrew laughs quietly and moves his hips into me, sending up another spiral of aftershocks.

  “Wait,” I say, lifting myself off of him. I turn, and sit on the edge of the pool. “Come here.” He does, stepping up onto the bench. I grab his cock and lead him to me, looking into his eyes. “Fuck me until you come, and don’t stop.”

  His eyes widen, and he slips back inside me. I hold back a gasp. It’s amazing that this can feel so good. His movements are different this time, short and sharp. He’s leaning forward and our faces are so close we’re sharing breath. I reach up and knot my fingers in his hair, holding on, and lean back so I can lock my legs behind him. He’s making soft sounds now, and I can tell he’s close. I savor the feeling of being stretched by his cock every time he enters me, and I want to feel him come.

  Knowing what it did to him last time, I squeeze his cock inside me. Andrew swears loudly, thrusting deep inside me once, twice, and a third time. I feel his cock twitching inside me as he comes, groaning softly, his body finally going taut and still.

  We don’t move for a long time. I love this. I love the stillness of being as close as two people can be, sharing a moment the same way we shared our bodies. I love the feeling of him still inside me, connected to me in a way no person has ever been. I love sharing his breath without speaking, more intimate than each other’s thoughts.

  Slowly, slowly, we come to our senses.

  Andrew moves his head an inch, and draws me into a kiss. It tugs at a spot right behind my chest. I kiss him back gently, slowly, passionately.

  I shudder when he pulls out of me, my whole body still sensitive and singing. Without warning and without effort, Andrew picks me up. He carries me over to the cabinet full of towels before gently setting me on my feet. He wraps a thick, soft towel around me, tucking in the ends, before taking one for himself.

  We don’t say anything as we go inside and upstairs. We go into my room, and I lay down. I’m expecting him to get in bed beside me, but he doesn’t. Instead he leans down and kisses me again. “I would like nothing more than to share this bed with you, but this house is too small for him not to notice that.”

  I nod, pulling him down for another kiss because I’m unwilling to let him go just yet. When we break apart, I think I see him smile.

  “See you in the morning?” I ask.

  “See you in the morning.”

  11

  The next days are busy. Between the first court appearances, jury selection, and general preparation, Andrew and I barely have a chance to be in the same room as each other, let alone have an intimate moment. The dining room in the guest house and I become good friends as I prepare documents for my uncle, putting together the information he needs as he tells me to. I spend most of the time alone, and for the most part I’m fine with that. I get to listen to music and there are even a few slower moments when I steal away to work on a song I’ve been writing. Just music so far—no words. But it’s good, I think.

  Josh from the auto shop shows up with my car, good as new. But Andrew is nowhere to be found. I don’t even get a chance to thank him for taking care of it and tell him that I’ll pay him back because he’s in the house so little. It’s jarring to go from something so intimate to almost nothing, but the way that Andrew smiles at me when he does see me still makes my stomach do the equivalent of Olympic gymnastics. Even so, I’m still nervous.

  The day after my car comes back, my uncle sends me into the office to file the motions for the trial. There's a huge stack of them. Most of them the judge will dismiss out of hand, but when you're trying to defend someone against a murder charge with nothing in your favor, it's better to try and see if anything will stick.

  I know that Andrew is in the city office today. I heard him tell my uncle this morning as he left. I don't know if I'll see him, but I know I'm going to try. It's been three days since we last had sex, and this is the first opportunity I'll really have to see him without my uncle hovering over my shoulder. But the job comes first.

  Luckily, my car seems fine all the way there. The mechanics did a good job with her. A combination of overheating and one of the belts being too worn out to function anymore was what stopped her. I'm not surprised—the car is nearly as old as I am. But she's doing fine now.

  It takes a few hours to get all of the motions properly submitted, the most important being the motion to dismiss, based on the fact that even though there isn't any evidence exonerating him, there isn't any evidence condemning him either. Innocent until proven guilty.

  After hitting send on the final motion, I stand up and stretch. I got so caught up in my work that I was hunched over in one position for too long. It's the same way when I'm really engaged in writing a piece of music. Since I need to stretch out anyway, I may as well take a walk downstairs. I tell myself it's to explore more of the firm, but who am I really kidding?

  One floor down is where Andrew's office is. I've never been inside it, but I know where it is. His assistant is outside. She's an older woman, and from talk around the office she's a sweetheart, but right now I need her to leave. I don't want anyone in the office to start gossiping that I visited Andrew in his office—office gossip is a one-way trip to trouble. I get out my phone and text Andrew.

  Now might be a good time for your assistant to take a break.

  Not even five minutes later Andrew emerges and says something to her—I think her name is Mary—and disappears back into his office. She's gone a couple minutes later. Checking to make sure no one else is around, I slip inside his door. "That was very efficient," I say.

  "I was highly motivated." He grins, coming over to kiss me. "I was hoping that I'd get to see you today."

  I wrap my arms around his neck. "It's been a little hectic. I'm glad you wanted to see me."

  "You thought I wouldn't?"

  An uncomfortable feeling squirms in my chest. "I don't know. This all happened kind of fast. I wasn't sure if maybe twice was enough."

  "Do you want it to be?" he asks, his face serious.

  "Are you going to answer everything with a question?"

  He doesn't laugh. "Just tell me."

  "No, of course not. I just know that everything is busy, and it's not easy to get to know someone
when you have to watch your step all the time. I—well, I guess I was worrying that it all might be too much."

  "You're right," he says. "It has been fast, and we don't know each other that well. But I'm okay with that. I've seen your work these past few days. You're dedicated and smart, and you're doing a hell of a lot of great work for a job that you really don't want. So far there's nothing about you that's made me think I don't want to get to know you more."

  Wow. I wasn't expecting that. A simple, 'I still want to keep seeing you' would have done the trick, but what Andrew just said...that is something else entirely. My breath hitches in my chest, an unexpected bubble of joy stopping my voice from coming out.

  "Besides," he says, running his hands down my back and across my ass, "you're still a virgin in so many things, and I want to introduce you to all of them."

  "Oh? And what things do you have in mind?" I'm still blindsided by his admission, but the way he's looking at me now has my heart skittering and my body thinking about all the ways we could use this empty office.

  "I'll have to make a list, and when I do it will be long,” he growls into my ear. “But just thinking about it, I want you to ride me, so I can watch those perfect breasts swinging back and forth. I want you to touch yourself while I watch. I want to see you have your first taste of come."

  I think the temperature is rising in here. At the very least I'm hotter. A swirl of desire and fear rolls through me, but I came here to see him, and I want him. I’ve never done anything so bold in my life, but I can feel that I have five seconds of courage left in me. It’s now or never, and I want to give him exactly what he wants. “You can see it now.” Before he can protest I sink down onto my knees, his belt under my fingers.