by D. Breeze
Well. Shit.
Chapter Twelve
Lydia
Men! They’re more trouble than they’re worth.
Looking down at him sprawled on the floor, I fought the urge to giggle at how adorably confused he looked. It really wasn’t a difficult thing to grasp.
He clambered back up onto the bed and stared at me.
“I do love you. I am in love with you. I think I always have been.”
Erm, wow. I hadn’t expected that.
He had been so aloof in the previous couple of weeks, I was starting to think that he regretted coming to get me from the estate at all. But even when he was aloof - he was still generous, kind...loving. So I guess I just missed the signs.
Men think women are confusing?
I couldn’t figure out his thinking at all! He was like a puzzle that I was determined to solve.
“I love you too, Ruben.” I muttered shyly.
“Are you sure you want this, Lydia?” He asked, staring into my eyes. I stared right back at him, I had no doubts what-so-ever. “Because I swear to you, we do this, you give me this, I’ll never let you go again. Ever. Tell me you understand that.”
“I know.” I whispered, because I did. What he failed to understand was that I’d been his since I was seven years old. I’d been waiting for this day for eleven years.
I think he was more nervous than I was. I was nervous – excited, he was just nervous.
He still looked undecided about whether we should be doing any of it and I didn’t want that for him. I didn’t want him feeling guilty or second guessing anything. I was eighteen, damn it!
I knew my own mind.
His body was more than on board with my decision, I could feel him hard against my thigh and a tremor ran up my spine, spreading goose-bumps along its trail. I did that. I caused him to have that reaction and it made feel like I held some of the power in our relationship, right in the palm of my hand.
I brushed my hand against the tip of his erection and bit my lip to hide my smile when he grunted and his muscles tensed. He didn’t miss my reaction.
He narrowed his eyes on me.
“You think that’s funny, do you? I’m in agony here, Lyds. Pure agony.”
“I don’t think that’s funny. But I do think it’s funny that you’re holding yourself back from this, from getting the relief you’re craving, when I’m offering it to you on a silver platter.”
He groaned and threw his head back on the pillow, lifting his arm to hide his eyes.
“It’s not like I don’t want to. Clearly, that’s not the case,” he pressed his hand to his erection. “But girls are weird about this shit and I don’t want you to regret it.”
I scoffed.
Right, time to pull out the big guns.
I sat up on the bed and crossed my legs. Insecurities roared to the surface of my mind but I beat them back with a metaphorical wooden stick. I was hiding nothing, not a single thing. Naked as the day I was born, I sat and waited for him to move his arm from his face. When he did, his reaction made my self-consciousness vanish.
His eyes turned molten and his ran them slowly, oh so slowly, across my skin. He rolled them back in his head and groaned, “Oh hell!” Under his breath.
“You can’t do that.” He grunted.
“Can’t do what?”
I tried to make my voice sound unaffected and innocent. I may have given myself away though.
“Sit there like that, all sexy and gorgeous and completely unabashed. God, damn it! Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?”
Well, duh!
I licked my lips as I stared at his cock, still jutting proudly away from his body. I wanted to know what that felt like in my hand, in my mouth...but I wanted to feel it inside me more.
I wanted that, badly.
I could not, would not, wait any more. I crawled forward towards him, watching as his body tensed and his eyes grew weary. I straddled his hips and shivered when I felt his cock stroke my inner thigh.
“No more waiting, Ruben. You’re right, girls are ‘weird about this shit’. If by weird, you mean we actually want it to mean something. But this is us, I love you and you love me. Are you going to ditch me tomorrow and never speak to me again?”
“Fuck no!” He denied.
“Exactly. This is happening, Ruben. I want you to have it and I want you to know that you are the only person who has, or will, ever been literally inside of me.”
We stared at each other for what felt like forever, but I knew the exact moment he’d made his decision because he rolled us over so that I lay beneath him again and he pushed my legs further apart so he could fit comfortably between them.
My heart raced with excitement and my breathing escalated.
“I fucking love you.” He swore, like a prayer, before he took my mouth in a gentle kiss that made my body feel weak. He tangled his tongue with mine and I let him take whatever he needed from my mouth, trying to silently prove to him that I was never going to regret giving him my virginity.
He teased my clit with his fingers and I moaned into his mouth. He was just too damn good with his hands.
Sinking two fingers inside me, he twisted and curled them, making my hips grind harder into his hand. I was already ready, but I knew he was trying to prepare me. I grabbed his hips and pulled him tighter to me, trapping his hand between our bodies and he laughed lightly.
Raising up on his arms, he gave me one final look, gauging my reaction. He removed his fingers and grabbed his cock in his fist, I watched, not able to tear my eyes away from the erotic sight. He stroked himself once, twice and my eyes rolled back. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing and I knew it when he grinned at me, wickedly.
He lifted his hips and plunged inside me without any other warning. I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes together.
Shit! That did not feel good.
I’d heard stories about how much it hurt, but I hadn’t really believed it would. People had sex every day; it was supposed to feel good! He lowered his chest and framed my face with his hands, until I opened my eyes. I blinked my tears away and tried to give him a reassuring smile but he wasn’t buying it. He had guilt written all over his face, but there was still an unholy amount of lust there too. That lust gave me the push I needed to lift my hips, encouraging him to move. The second time he thrust, burning pain shot through me again and I bit my lip to hide it.
“It’ll get better babe, I promise.” He whispered.
He moved again and it was no better. Then again, and it just felt uncomfortable, not painful. I lifted my feet and wrapped legs around his hips as he moved a fourth time.
Better.
Much better.
Even though I still didn’t get what the big deal was yet, I was just grateful that it didn’t feel like I was on fire anymore. He was still staring at me like he was waiting for something.
“I’m good, I’m good. I swear. I need you to move more.”
His lips tipped up at the ends and that’s when he really started to move. He kept a slow pace of short thrusts, swivelling his hips against me every time we touched.
I decided that I really, really like that hip swivel.
He pulled himself out further, thrust back in harder and we both moaned. My moan must have been what he was waiting for because the moment changed. His dark eyes turned black and he plunged into my sex over and over again until I was panting with desire.
His grunts became ragged and choppy as his rhythm faltered and he buried his face in my neck and groaned. I felt him swell harder inside of me and then he stopped, giving me his whole body weight.
That’s it?!
I lay there, about a thousand vibrations away from orgasm, completely confused.
I was convinced he was going to lift his head up and say ‘just kidding’ with a grin, but that didn’t happen.
“I’m sorry. Really, really sorry. Give me ten minutes and I’ll make it up to you.” He muttered into
my neck.
I didn’t want to do it again. Frankly, the ‘pleasure’ wasn’t worth the pain and if that was all there was to brag about, I wondered why anyone did it for fun. That was it? That was what all the girls in my school would gush about in the hallways? That was what those same girls would wear tiny skirts and low-cut tops to get?
I didn’t even break a sweat.
“I know what you’re thinking and no it’s not usually like that. You’re just so damn hot and tight, and it was your first time so I was trying to hold back at first. But shit, it was like the thought of claiming you went to my head and I couldn’t stop myself.” Ruben said when he lifted his head to look at me.
As much as I believed that he really couldn’t help himself, me being ‘hot and tight’ didn’t make me feel better. It wasn’t like I was going to be any different the next time, or the time after that.
Did he think I’d all of a sudden become ‘cold’...and have a wizards sleeve for a vagina? Urgh, the thought made me shudder.
I felt on the verge of tears because I’d built this moment up so much in my mind and it was just nothing like I’d expected. I didn’t feel different and I didn’t feel special, I just felt...disappointed.
I realised that I hadn’t spoken since it happened, that was probably safer though because I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to say anything very nice and I really didn’t want him to feel bad.
Ruben talked about sex like it was incredible, so maybe it was just me who couldn’t do it right?
The thought made my brain stumble. Oh God, maybe it really was all my fault and he wouldn’t want me anymore because I couldn’t do ‘sex’ right. I needed to prove myself, and quickly.
I pushed his shoulders a bit and ignored the twinge of pain between my legs as he rolled off me and I got to my knees. I checked the sheets for blood, because I’d heard that could happen, but there wasn’t any.
At least one good thing happened, I guess.
When he was sprawled across the bed, looking every inch the satisfied man he claimed to be, I launched myself at him. Clumsily, I took his semi-erect cock in my mouth and forced him to back of my throat. I gagged a little but powered through it because I had a point to make.
I could do this, damn it!
“Whoa...!” He grunted as I took him deep a second time.
His fingers were in my hair trying to slow me down, but this was what men liked. I knew they did because I’d watched porn and that’s how those women did it. Had it been too slow, too gentle before? I wondered if he had just been pretending to like it...because he liked me and didn’t want me to feel bad.
Well fuck that. I didn’t want to be a pity fuck.
I realised, with a slight bemusement, that the tangy, salty flavours I could taste on his cock, were how we tasted together. The thought instantly made me melt. I could feel myself getting wet again and pushed my thighs together. Weird how a single thought could bring me more pleasure than the first time I had actual sex.
I bared my teeth a little and gently ran then along the length of his shaft, confident in the knowledge that guys liked it.
Apparently, I was wrong.
He jack-knifed up and his cock slipped from my mouth. I frowned up at him; that was not supposed to happen.
“Jesus, Lydia! What the fuck? I know I didn’t exactly perform well just then, but there’s no need to punish me!” He looked genuinely angry with me and tears pricked my eyes. His shoulders slumped and his gaze softened.
“What’s all this?” He asked, referring to my tears.
I took a few stuttering breaths and answered him. “I-I-I...I thought that’s what men wanted? I just thought I’d try and get better at it for you...”
He looked bemused; I didn’t think it was that confusing. Shaking his head a couple of times, he pulled me alongside him so that we were connected from ankle to shoulder.
“As much as I love your mouth wrapped around my cock, babe, teeth are a big no! It was like pure agony!” He was serious, but it was said with humour.
“But...” I couldn’t tell him I’d watched porn, so I just bit my lip.
“Why did you do it?”
Hell no, I’m not answering that!
I held my breath, hoping he’d let me get away with it. He did, thank God!
He shook his head again, “Doesn’t matter. Just, for future reference, cover your teeth!”
I nodded and my cheeks heated. Could I actually do anything right?
We lay in silence for a moment or two. He was lazily running his fingers up and down my side, stopping when he reached my hip and moving back up. My body relaxed under his touch and within minutes I was asleep.
*~*~*
Ruben
I lay awake for hours, just holding her next to me. I knew I’d royally fucked up, but man, I just lost all control when I felt her sleek, hot pussy sucking my cock inside her.
I’d never, ever, reacted like that to a woman.
Not that I’m saying I’m some sort of ‘super-stud’ but I know what I have and how to use it and I literally couldn’t get the thought out of my head of how I’d ruined it for her.
Her first time, the one thing she’ll always remember...and I was a joke.
I groaned quietly, so as not to wake her.
I was never going to live it down.
The whole scene was playing on repeat in my mind, clumsily rutting inside her like some sort of rabid animal. Oh, it was just too embarrassing to comprehend. I buried my head in her neck as soon I came, not being able to stand the look of disappointment that flashed across her face.
I had every intention of making it up to her, as soon as she woke up. Looking at the clock, I wondered how long that would be.
No matter how embarrassed I was, my dick wasn’t. He was standing to attention and I swear if the thing had hands, he’d press them together in a prayer and beg me to let him back inside her.
I squeezed it tightly, trying to fight off the urge to climb on top of her again and wake her up.
It wasn’t working. My body was reacting without permission and my dick grew harder. I moved my arm from under Lydia’s neck and turn on my side, facing her. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful in her sleep. A better man would have left her to rest – but I clearly wasn’t that man.
I was a man being lead by his dick.
And let’s face it; it’s a hard thing to argue with.
The irony was not lost on me.
Without conscious thought, I lifted my hand and grazed my thumb across her nipple, loving the feeling of how she responded to my touch even in her sleep.
I whispered her name to rouse her, it felt pretty wrong to start playing when she hadn’t even opened her eyes.
“Come on, Lyds, open your eyes for me. I have a poor performance to make up for.” I tried to coax her awake.
Stroking my hands across her skin, my eyes zoned in on her thighs as they pressed together and I knew she was waking. I trailed a line of kisses across her neck and down her left breast. She began to writhe and gyrate her hips – even though her eyes still remained closed.
Her body’s reaction sent a jolt of lust to my groin, making my dick throb and I groaned out loud.
Lydia’s eyes shot open and she tensed.
“Ruben...” She breathed.
“I want you.”
Pushing her thighs wider, I moved in between them and rubbed my cock against her waiting pussy, making her shiver.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down, opening her mouth and kissing with a breathless intensity. Our mouths still entwined and our breathing synchronised – I took our linked hands and moved them down between us until I could feel the heat from her pussy warming my fingers.
I pressed her fingers to her clit and watched her eyes widen and her mouth drop open as I moved my hand lower and hooked two fingers inside her.
“Keep touching yourself, Lydia. Trust me.” She hesitated for a second and I raised an eyebrow, silently challenging h
er.
She let out a breath and started rubbing slow circles around her clit. Clearly not the first time she’d done that herself because within seconds she was moaning and had her thrown back as she panted out each breath. I just wanted to watch her.
That was what it should have been like the first time. There is nothing, nothing sexier than Lydia Romero breathing your name when she’s bordering on the edge of an orgasm. I pumped my fingers faster, feeling her muscles tighten around them.
My dick was jealous, actually fucking jealous of my fingers.
If the stupid fucking thing hadn’t have messed up the first time, he wouldn’t have to be jealous. I wanted to feel her wet heat bouncing on my dick, more than I wanted to take my next breath.
Lydia’s breathing grew ragged and I knew she was there, I curled my fingers, rested my weight on my elbows and put my other hand on her stomach to keep her still.
Her fingers were still rubbing her clit, mine still curling inside her and I kept up my rhythm as her thighs shook and her back off arched off the bed. Her muscles pulsed around my fingers and I stilled, with my hand still on her stomach, letting her ride out her orgasm.
Her breathing began to regulate and she looked up at me with a satisfied smile on her face.
“Are you sore?” I asked as a second thought.
She shook her head, “Not really.”
I smiled, a slow, gradual smile. “Good, then get ready Lyds, because I’m not finished with you yet.”
She bit her lip.
Pushing her knees out to the side, I looked down and my eyes rolled back. She didn’t try to hide herself or look shy as I stared down at her, which made the whole thing even hotter. He legs open, skin flush, gleaming of sweat and her pussy on display for me, my brain was caught between plunging into her heat and burying my face between her thighs to taste her.
The latter won.
Crawling backwards away from her, she frowned down at me, clearly wondering why I wasn’t already giving her my dick. I shot her a wicked grin, spread her pussy and gave her my tongue instead.
