by Merry Farmer
It felt incredibly good. Even better when he played with them, squeezing and rubbing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. So many things about why girls let their boyfriends play with their breasts suddenly made sense. And when he leaned down to flick his tongue over her nipple, then took the whole thing into his mouth to tease and suckle, the ache in her core flared to epic proportions.
“Wow,” she gasped as he did things to her that no one ever had before. “Oh, wow.” How was it that Ted kneading her breasts and gently biting her nipple could make her want him to do things to her in a much lower location? It seemed like such romance novel cheese, but the way he was teasing her breasts made her want to beg him to just stick it in her already and take her like a pirate plundering treasure.
She was pretty sure she was losing her mind by the time Ted pulled back, drawing in a shaky breath. He met her eyes, and whatever he saw there made him smile with lips red from kissing her. She almost protested when he rocked back to a crouch, but when he smoothed his hands along her legs, his fingers tracing a few of her scars, to take off her stupid shoes, then reached up to tug her panties down, the last possibility of thought flew out the window. She didn’t even have the focus to worry what he would think of her scars.
He nudged her knees apart, and there she was, naked, on her back, hot and wet and open so that he could see everything. Everything. She was so overwhelmed with emotion and sensation that she couldn’t move. Not even to close her legs, which a part of her thought might be a good idea. The rest of her not only wanted him to look at her, it wanted him to touch her and, heck, get naked himself already and pop her cherry, for gosh sakes.
Ted apparently heard that part of her thoughts. With a low rumble in his throat, he stroked his fingertips across her belly a few times before sweeping down over the curls between her legs—should she have shaved all that off before the date?—tickling the part of her that most wanted to be touched at last. She whimpered as he circled her clitoris, biting her lip and pressing her head back into the bed. But no, she wanted to watch what he was doing.
She lifted her head just as he slid a finger inside of her. “Oh,” she gasped. Would he be able to tell she was a virgin? Did she still have virginal membranes and…and things down there? Would he stop if he found them?
“Oh my gosh!” That panic vanished as he slid a second finger inside of her and brought his mouth down to her. He stroked from the inside, and licked and circled her clitoris with his tongue on the outside. The combination was so potent that there was no way she could hold her head up.
She closed her eyes and gripped the coverlet for all she was worth as orgasm rushed at her faster than a freight train. It hit her like one too, and she cried out loudly enough to be embarrassing. Her inner muscles squeezed around his fingers, which he moved in and out of her enough to keep the orgasm going longer. Unbearable heat flooded her body, even after the intensity began to fade.
“My turn,” Ted murmured as she dissolved into a post-orgasmic pool. He pulled his fingers out of her and stood to undress.
Giddy, sexy panic flooded her as he tossed his blazer aside and unbuttoned his shirt. He looked at her the whole time he undressed, a cocky smirk on his face that she would have hated at any other time, but which left her shaking with anticipation now. He wasn’t wearing a t-shirt under his button down, so when it came off, she was treated to the sight of his firm, slightly hairy, gorgeous chest. He took something out of the pocket of his jeans, then undid his belt and jeans.
She nearly squeezed her eyes shut as he pushed his jeans down, stepped out of them, then stood straight. His penis. Wow. There it was. Definitely a penis. A naked, hard, penis. Sticking up and looking very, very ready. She wanted to look at it. No, she wanted to touch it. She definitely wanted to touch it to see how hot it was and how hard and what it felt like. She wanted to know what it tasted like too. Weird. She’d always thought giving blow jobs was gross, but this was Ted, and that was his penis, and she was suddenly really curious, and—
“Laura?”
She blinked, sucking in a breath and dragging her eyes away from his penis and up to his eyes. “Mmm hmm?” she squeaked.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Yep.” Her voice was cartoon high.
“Are you sure?” His cocky grin grew, and she swore that his penis grew with it.
Penis, penis, penis. Oh my gosh, it was right there. And she was still lying on the bed with her legs spread apart, probably dripping on her coverlet, she was so turned on.
“Ted?” she squeaked.
“Yeah?” he answered slowly, crawling onto the bed over top of her.
“Could you do me a favor and put your penis in me right now,” she burst in a rush of boldness.
The chuckle that came from deep in his chest only intensified the burning need between her legs. “Are you sure you don’t want to mess around a little longer?”
“Yep.”
He tugged her farther onto the bed so that her legs weren’t dangling over the side. “Sure you don’t want me to kiss you a little more?”
“Nope.”
He sat up, kneeling between her legs, and ripped open the thing he’d taken out of his pocket, a condom. Oh, thank God! She had totally forgotten about basic safety, and would probably have ended up with syphilis and twelve babies if he hadn’t thought of it. And frankly, watching him roll the condom on over his glorious, manly penis literally made her whimper with desire, as much of a doofus as that made her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to cuddle a little or have a drink or—”
“Oh my gosh, Ted, please stick it in me now,” she gasped.
He laughed, his whole face shining with excitement and something that looked a whole lot like love, and surged over top of her. And then he did the most magnificent thing that had ever happened in Laura’s life.
He pressed his hot, hard penis tenderly inside of her, sliding in as far as he could go.
Laura cried out with the amazing sensation his body fitting into hers created. Bye-bye virginity. Better still, it didn’t hurt at all. It just felt full and stretchy and like every single pleasure center inside of her was bursting into operatic swells of victory at finally having a man right where he should be.
And then he started to move.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” she panted as the friction of him sent fire through her veins. She had no idea what to do with her arms or legs, but wrapping them around him seemed like a good idea. She dug her fingertips into the muscles of his back for good measure.
That turned out to be a good idea as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. “Oh my—Oh! Whoa!”
He grunted and tugged her knee up high on one side. She followed suit with the other, then gasped as he entered her harder and deeper. Her position must have looked ridiculous, but holy cow, did it feel amazing as he thrust faster and harder. She couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure with each thrust, almost like she was in pain. But it was about as far away from pain as she’d ever been.
A second, stronger orgasm broke over her, narrowing her entire existence to the throbbing, fiery pleasure inside of her. It took over everything, leaving her aflame. Better still, the noises Ted was freely making reached an incredibly sexy pitch until there was no mistaking his climax. That was almost enough to set her off again, but his thrusts lost all their energy and stopped a moment later.
Ted collapsed to her side, and the two of them lay there, sweaty and panting.
“Wow,” Ted echoed her earlier sentiment, chest rising and falling like he’d run all day.
“That bad, eh?” she managed to get out.
He made a strangled sound, then burst into laughter. He rolled to his side, still catching his breath and radiating heat, and pulled her flush against him. “So good,” he growled, then kissed her. “Best ever,” he said, then kissed her even harder. “I’m furious I only brought one condom,” he finished, flopping to his back with her still nestled against his side.
“Crap,” she panted. She wasn’t gonna lie. She could have done that again a few more times that night. Like discovering a new brand of chocolate that she tried once and just couldn’t get enough of.
But at the same time, that annoying voice in the back of her head that had taken a rest while she was being boned out of her mind woke up enough to say, you do realize, this changes everything.
Chapter Eleven
The only thing more surprising to Laura than finally losing her virginity after so many years was the fact that Ted was still in her bed the next morning. She awoke from a sleep that had started out fitful but turned into deep, exhausted slumber, once the adrenaline of the situation had worn off, to find him naked and sprawled on his back beside her. Her heart sped up all over again.
She opened her eyes and propped herself up on one arm so she could look at him. Just look at him. Wow. Ted Flint, naked in her bed, after making a woman of her. The thought was ridiculous and brought her near to giggles. She bit her lip and continued to stare at him, at the muscles of his shoulders peeking out from the blanket. He wasn’t as tan as she’d have thought he would be, but then again, ranchers probably didn’t wrangle cattle—or whatever they did—shirtless.
The image of Ted riding out on the prairie in nothing but a cowboy hat and a smile lodged another giggle in her throat. She wasn’t quite brave enough to throw the covers back so she could get another look at his chest—and other things—but she did sneak her hand across his side to rest with her palm flat over his heart. It beat in a slow, steady rhythm, and his chest rose and fell with it.
Speaking of rising and falling…. She bit her lip even as a grin spread across her face and slowly brought her hand lower over his belly. She’d always heard that guys woke up in the morning ready to go. Part of her had always wanted first-hand evidence of whether that was true. And since her hand happened to be in the right place for evidence at the right time….
She reached lower, down over a bit of thick, wiry hair to slide her hand over his penis. He stirred. In more ways than one. A sound between a giggle and a moan caught in her throat, and she curled her hand around his length. It felt strange, different…not as firm as the night before, but not like a wet noodle either. Although that was subtly changing as she moved her hand down to his base to see what his balls felt like, then back up to the tip, which had a slightly different texture.
The more she touched him, the more pointed the ache between her legs became. That was new. Touching someone else was turning her on. Not that she was complaining. Especially since Ted was getting harder by the second. And there was a kind of challenge in that. She kept stroking him, curious to see just how hard he would get.
Until she realized his breathing had changed. His breath was no longer deep and even. It had turned tense and shallow. Ted was awake. She immediately let go of him.
“Why did you stop?” he asked, his voice rich with teasing.
“I…I didn’t…I mean, I’m sorry I didn’t ask,” she stammered.
He chuckled and reached for her hand under the covers, returning it to where it’d been moments before. “Princess, you don’t have to ask to wake me up like that.”
Laura blinked and grinned, close to laughing outright. She wrapped her hand gently around his penis, but knowing he was awake, she was too embarrassed to rub him outright. “You really don’t mind?”
His answering laughter made him shake in ways that had her prickling with arousal. “Mind? Seriously, that feels so incredibly good that—” His breath caught as she brushed her fingers around the now flared tip of his penis. “—that I’m wishing I’d brought more than the one condom with me.”
“Oh. Crap.” She debated moving away. Just debated. There was no way she was actually going to do anything about it.
“But there are other things we can do,” he went on, a sexy growl in his voice.
“Such as?” She could have kicked herself as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Duh, Laura, you’re doing those things right now.
“Such as this.”
He rolled to his side—carefully, so that her hand stayed where it was without tugging him the wrong way—then pulled her closer. He lifted her leg over his hip, then teased his fingers through her curls until he reached just the right spot.
“Oh, that,” she squeaked as pleasure shot through her.
He continued to tease and tickle her, sliding down across her increasingly wet opening. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry, and frankly, considering how awesome it felt just to have him and his big, callused hands exploring her like that, she did not mind one bit.
“Uh, Princess, you can continue with what you were doing too,” he told her, humor and affection in his voice.
“Oh! Right.” Her hand had gone still on him, but at the reminder that they were in this together, she resumed stroking. It was crazy-hard to concentrate on what she was doing with him easing her toward levels of arousal that she’d never experienced before. He was probably used to women who knew exactly what they were doing and who could give him everything he needed between the sheets.
Maybe things were moving a little too fast between the two of them. Maybe she needed more time to research ways to pleasure a man before they ended up in bed again.
“Oh!” She gasped as he touched her just right, bringing her right up to the edge of an orgasm. He backed off enough to stop her from coming, although the intensity of everything she was feeling down there seemed to vibrate through her entire body.
“Stroke me harder,” he whispered.
The command made her shiver in all sorts of ways. Half because it was surprisingly sexy to have him order her to pleasure him, and half because the fact that he had to tell her what to do raised a reluctant wave of self-consciousness in her.
“Yeah, like that,” he sighed as she followed his directions.
The guilt she felt for doing things all wrong began to ebb, and she closed her eyes and let the pleasure of the moment take over.
At least until the phone rang.
Her eyes popped open. No one ever called her. After the main events of the night before, she’d gotten up, taken out her new earrings, found her phone, and plugged it in to charge on her bedside table, but never in a million years would she have expected a call. The only time anyone called her was if someone was dead.
“Let it go,” Ted murmured.
But Laura had already broken away from him and twisted to reach for the phone. She frowned when the caller ID showed Dr. Ashford was the one calling. She tapped the screen and pressed it to her ear. “Hello?”
It wasn’t until a split second later that she realized her leg was still hiked over Ted’s hip and his hand still covered everything important down south. And you freakin’ answered the phone like that.
“Laura. Hi. Sorry to call so early on a Sunday,” Dr. Ashford began.
“That’s okay, Dr. Ashford.” She said the name as she met Ted’s eyes, letting him know who was calling. “I was already up.”
“So was I,” Ted murmured.
Laura nearly laughed. She swatted at him.
“I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t think you would want to hear what I just found out,” Dr. Ashford went on.
“Oh?” Her interest in the call was suddenly greater than her interest in the way Ted’s hand still nestled between her legs. “What? Hold on. Ted’s here, so let me put you on speaker.”
She moved the phone away from her ear and tapped it just as Dr. Ashford said, “Oh, uh, I’m really sorry to disturb the two of you so early.” Even with the poor sound quality of the speaker, it was clear Dr. Ashford suspected she’d interrupted something. Never mind the fact that she had. “Are you sure you want to talk about this when you’re, uh, busy?”
After the conversation she and Dr. Ashford had had over coffee, about men and intimacy and loss just a few weeks ago, especially about the advice her mentor had given her to take things slowly, the last thing Laura wanted to confess was the
position she was in. Literally. “It’s no problem. Ted just came over so we could go for a run together,” Laura lied. Her face burned hot, especially when Ted pinched her where his hand was.
“Okay.” Dr. Ashford paused, then went on with. “The Field Museum in Chicago has put in an actual bid for your fossil, based on the photographs and scans we’ve published so far.”
“Really?” If Laura hadn’t already been riding an adrenaline high from her activity with Ted, she’d have perked up at that.
“They’re offering twelve million for the whole thing and the right of first refusal to any other fossils found on the site.”
“Twelve million?” Ted moved his hand away from Laura’s nether regions and rested it on her side. Strangely, it was a much more intimate gesture.
“They think you’ve got something incredibly special,” Dr. Ashford went on. “We all do. And just because The Field Museum has made this offer doesn’t mean other institutions might not make a better one.”
“Wow.” Laura’s whole body buzzed with excitement.
“There’s lots more to come, but I thought you would want to hear about this right away.”
“Thanks, Dr. Ashford,” Ted said. “I can’t believe it.”
“Take some time to think it over,” Dr. Ashford went on. “You don’t have to make any decisions right away. I’ll let you know if we hear more.” She paused for a moment, then said, “You really don’t have to rush into anything, Laura.”
Laura peeked sideways at Ted, wondering if he’d picked up that that last bit was specifically for her. Judging by his impatient expression, he had.
“Well, I should go,” Dr. Ashford went on. “I’m sorry I disturbed you.”
“I’m not,” Laura said. “This is great. Thanks so much.”
“You two have a good Sunday,” Dr. Ashford finished.
Laura twisted to put her phone back on the bedside table, then snuggled into Ted’s arms once more.
“Twelve million dollars. Can you believe it?” she said.
“No.” Ted laughed. “I absolutely can’t believe it.” He surged into her and kissed her.
