Proposition

by Wegner, Ola

  She felt wet and sticky between her legs too, so she cleansed herself swiftly, before putting the panties back. She took her time to brush her hair, before she returned to bedroom.

  She was in the process of pulling the bed covers aside when she heard the front door open and close. Glancing at the clock, she thought it couldn’t be more than fifteen minutes since he left. How on earth had he managed to return so quickly?

  “You weren’t to move from bed.” It was his first words when he marched into the bedroom.

  He was slightly out of breath when he shrugged his coat off his shoulders. He threw a small paper back with the logo of the nearest drug store on the bedside table.

  He turned to her and pushed her gently onto the sheets before impatiently undressing himself. She watched, transfixed, as his quick hands were removing first his jumper, than a t-shirt. Lastly, he shoved his jeans down his legs, along with his underwear. His penis was semi-flaccid, but she had little doubt it would return to its erect state soon enough. Sitting on the bed, he removed his jeans completely, and then kicked off his shoes, then stripped off his socks, before joining her on the bed, bringing her to him.

  “Now, where were we?” he murmured into her neck, his hand searching between her legs. Amy would have preferred for him to play with her breasts for a while first, but being determined not to spoil the mood, she opened her legs willingly, lifting her pelvis up against him.

  “And you’ve put your panties back. Bad, bad girl,” he complained, lifting himself to sit next to her. He hooked his fingers on both sides of her briefs, pulling them down her legs.

  Swallowing her shyness away, she opened her thighs, encouraging his eyes to focus on her private parts. He stared at her, right between her legs. His hand reached out toward the bedside table, blindly searching for the package he’d brought with him. When his hand encountered it at last, he lay beside her again, put the paper aside on the pillow, keeping it handy. He gathered her to him and kissed her deeply, then inserted his knee between her legs.

  For a moment, a thought crossed Amy’s mind that he intended to just roll over her, put the condom on and well... proceed. It would be more than surprising, as he’d always been so careful to bring her pleasure first.

  Her fears proved to be unjustified as soon his faced dipped into her neck, nuzzling it just as she liked it. One of his hands kept her close to him, while the other one moved down her body to touch her the same as he’d done all the nights before.

  And it wasn’t long before she started thrashing in his arm, her fingers clenched on his shoulder. When she lay in his arms, spent, the familiar wetness pooled between her legs. With her head near his heart, she wondered why she could never come before, but climaxed so easily when he simply stroked and fingered her.

  There was a long moment of silence between them and she started to doze off, when he pushed her gently to her back.

  Jake loomed over her and she smiled at him, making him smile back at her. “Now, I think it’s time for the main act,” he pronounced in all seriousness. He reached to remove the slip from her.

  “You’re not disappointed I’m not bigger,” she blurted out of the blue, when he threw the black piece behind his back and it landed on the carpet next to the bed.

  His eyebrows shot up. “What?”

  Amy bit her lip. “I wanted to ask you earlier but...” She glanced down at her breasts. “They’re barely size B.”

  “Stop this nonsense or I’ll get angry,” he said sharply, frowning. “You’re perfect.”

  Her eyelashes fluttered several times. “Ok,” she conceded, but still her voice doubtful.

  He seemed to regard her intently for a moment, before he threw the covers aside, got out of the bed quickly, and pulled her with him.

  Soon she stood naked, in front of the full-length mirror, he behind her.

  “Look,” he ordered, pointing with his eyes to her breasts, waiting till her eyes followed his. “Aren’t they pretty?” he asked more gently.

  Amy forced her eyes to stay on her breasts, and she took a good look at them, for the first time in her life. And he was right, they were pretty. Perhaps not very big, but high, and nicely rounded with pink wide nipples.

  This time, Amy turned around in his arms, pushed him on the bed, and followed him. She wanted to stay on top for a while, and amuse herself for a longer moment in this position, but he quickly wrestled her onto her back, and pinned her under him. He began kissing and suckling at her breasts, quickly and roughly, and then reached between her legs rubbing her there not so gently and lightly like before but with barely leashed aggression. He seemed impatient and Amy liked it. It made her feel desired and added to her excitement. Her heart melted because he wanted her badly, yet he took his time to make her ready for him. Wanting to show him that she wanted it too, and that she was ready, she reached between their bodies and started stroking him.

  “Amy, sweetie, leave it or I will come in a few seconds,” he gasped.

  Grinning, she ignored his request, pulled at him again and they shared a deep kiss, as he groaned into her mouth. Obviously, he took her boldness for encouragement because he reached for the paper bag with condoms.

  Moving the covers completely aside, he kneeled beside her and tore one small shiny packet open between his teeth. Having retrieved the condom, he started rolling it onto his fully erect penis. Amy’s eyes widened involuntarily. It was the first time she ever saw any man do this. That afternoon in her dorm years ago, Michael turned away from her when putting on a condom so she couldn’t see it.

  Soon Jake completed the task and opening her legs gently, settled between them. It took him a while to find a comfortable position for himself. Amy sensed he had her comfort in mind, not wanting to crush her. At last he supported himself on his arm at her side, his lips seeking hers, his other hand again reaching between their bodies to stroke her.

  The kiss relaxed her, but she couldn’t help opening her eyes when she felt the tip of his penis poking at her labia.

  She looked down, between their bodies and stiffened involuntarily.

  “Something’s wrong?” he asked at once.

  She shook her head, her gaze still glued to his penis.

  “I’ll do my best not to hurt you,” Jake whispered. “We’ll go slowly.”

  “I know...” she hesitated, glancing down a bit nervously. “It’s just...” she swallowed. “It looks so big.” She ran her finger lightly up and down his length.

  Jake produced a big, proud smile. “You sure know how to stroke a man’s ego.”

  Amy shook her head, biting her lower lip. “No, I’m sort of afraid it will hurt, when you go all the way inside me.”

  He went almost somber the moment she said the words and stilled.

  “Amy, is it your first time?” he asked suspiciously.

  She glanced away. “Not exactly.”

  “Are you a virgin?” he persisted, a sharp edge to his voice.

  Her eyelashes fluttered. “Well... technically speaking... yes.”

  He rolled onto his back heavily, running his hand over his face. “Good God.”

  “You don’t want me now,” she squeaked miserably.

  “Don’t talk nonsense!” he retorted. “This is the kind of thing that a man should know before. You want to give me a heart attack or what?”

  Shyly, she snuggled up to him. “What now?”

  He gathered her to him a bit roughly. “Now, my wife, we need to talk.”

  “All right,” she conceded quietly, reaching down to draw the covers over her, feeling suddenly chilly and shy.

  Propping himself on his elbow, he looked down at her and asked without preamble, “You said you are technically a virgin, which means what exactly?”

  Her eyes widened. “You expect me to tell you what happened before I married you?”

  “Yes, Amy. I need to know,” he insisted, his voice gentle but firm.

  Having taken a deep breath, Amy started speaking, her small finger dra
wing patterns on his stomach all the time.

  “There was only one guy that I went so far, and well...” she cleared her throat. “ But when he tried to... you know, to actually put it in, he couldn’t really. He said I’m too tight and that he couldn’t push it inside,” she murmured. “And it was very uncomfortable and even a bit painful when he tried to insert more than the tip. I may not know much about sizes, but he was definitely smaller than you. He sort of suggested that I should see the doctor because I might not be fully developed down there, not like a grown woman should be. I got frightened and scheduled an appointment with my gynecologist. At my appointment, I mentioned this to him, and he said that everything was fine with me, but perhaps I required some more foreplay to relax next time. But there wasn’t a next time, because we stopped seeing each other.”

  Jake seemed to listen to her very carefully until she finished. “Amy, your doctor was right,” he said evenly when she finished. “Everything about you is absolutely all right. The guy you were with was likely impotent. It was his fault not yours,” he announced firmly. “To make you feel guilty because of his own...inadequacy,” he said, his expression tightening. “Fucking bastard,” he added angrily.

  “But...” she started but he interrupted her decidedly.

  “Amy, the man has to be hard enough to actually push into a woman’s vagina,” Jake said bluntly. “I suspect as well that he didn’t prepare you well enough, didn’t make you feel safe, relaxed and comfortable, and that was the main reason he hurt you.”

  “He didn’t hurt me,” she protested, bringing even a deeper scowl on Jake’s face. “I’m not sure why it didn’t work back then,” she continued uneasily not knowing how to explain it to him without going too much into detail. “It was all so embarrassing when he and I... so awkward.” She swallowed. “It’s so different with you. He and I never talked about those things.”

  Jake pulled her close and cradled her to him, his hand stroking her bare back under the sheets. “Amy, baby, did I hurt you when I put my finger into you before?” he asked softly.

  “No, it felt nice.”

  “You see,” he murmured. “You were tight, but also sopping wet and nicely swollen, that’s why it didn’t hurt. But you might feel discomfort when we go all the way.” He frowned with concern, drawing away from her to look at her, so she did understand him well. “I’m not sure how much discomfort you will feel. I’ve never been with a virgin before. Besides, every woman is different, and you’re small.” His hand moved down her body to the triangle of curls between her legs. “All of you,” he whispered, making her flush bright pink straight to her delicate breasts.

  “I’m sorry for all of this...” she started but he placed a finger on her lips.

  “Don’t.” He kissed her.

  “Let’s try once again,” she whispered.

  “You’re sure?” he asked.

  Amy thought that he tried to appear relaxed about it, but she knew he wanted it very much.

  “Yes,” she said, pulling him decidedly between her open legs.

  They kissed for a few long sweet moments, caressed each other lazily, until she tingled with anticipation again. His penis brushed against her inner thigh and grew as hard as before.

  “Just go easy,” she whispered, when he positioned himself over her, her hands on his buttocks.

  Amy felt him probing her gently for a moment, before he pushed slowly into her. She felt stretched. The sensation was alien and strange. However, when he surged further, she cried softy at the unexpected sharp pain.

  He stilled clearly afraid to make the slightest move not to hurt her more. Amy cursed herself for her unguarded reaction, knowing that she’d frightened him. She forced herself to calm, relax, and even smile at him, her hands stroking his strained arms, supporting him over her.

  “Perhaps we should stop,” he suggested half-heartedly.

  “No, it’s better now.” Her fingers smoothed over his back, and she moved her bottom experimentally under him. “I think I’m ok.”

  Letting out a breath he retreated only to push again gently a moment later. He kept a steady pace and his thrusts were well measured. Amy remembered what she’d seen in the movies and read in books, and lifted her bottom up half his way, to welcome his invasion.

  He must have like it, as a low growl escaped him, and his palm contracted on her hip, helping her to catch the rhythm.

  Suddenly he surged deeply into her and stopped, and Amy caught her breath. He pushed her into the bed with his weight, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He stopped moving.

  “Jake?” She touched his shoulder blade lightly. They were wet from sweat. “You’re ok?”

  “Yeah, just give me a second,” he snapped.

  “Is it the end?” she asked, half jokingly.

  “No, but I got too excited,” he murmured, his breath tickling the tender skin on her neck. “I had to stop, otherwise I couldn’t last enough for you to... you know.”

  She actually rolled her eyes. “Come on.” She did her best to wriggle under him. “Let it go,” she patted his bottom soundly.

  Jake lifted over her. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure, I’m sure,” she moved her pelvis again, doing her best to encourage him.

  The next few minutes she watched transfixed, as he was moving frantically against her. She loved it all, his growls and law grunts, and the vulnerability and helplessness in his expression. His hands clasped on her body frantically as if he couldn’t stop touching her for one single moment.

  There were a few more short pushes, followed by a low, deep growl, he trembled and dropped on her, exhausted.

  Amy felt giddy all inside, her toes curling in happiness. Combing his hair from his forehead, she kissed it repeatedly. She hadn’t expected that intimacy with a man could be so satisfying on so many different levels. She felt wonderful, even though she obviously hadn’t climaxed. But it didn’t matter, she felt loved, taken care of and appreciated. This—what she had with Jake, couldn’t be compared to what she’d had with Michael. Then, she’d felt somehow guilty and now she knew, used.

  When Jake didn’t say anything for a few more moments she thought that he perhaps fell asleep. But soon he lifted on his forearms, smiled, kissed her nose, and slipped from her carefully, being still half hard.

  “Stay here.” He padded to the bathroom giving her the enticing view of his dangling semi erect penis and very pinchable bottom, only to return a moment later with a wet towel.

  Coaxing her legs open again, he patted her gently between her thighs.

  “There’s some blood,” he frowned with concern. “But not that much. Hurt you much?”

  “Not really. It was just uncomfortable at first,” she assured but when he looked unconvinced, she grabbed his hand squeezing it. “Honest.”

  Amy frowned when he dropped the stained towel on the nearest chair instead of returning it to the bathroom. She remained silent, not wanting to spoil the moment. She snuggled happily into his arms, while he drew the covers over both of them.

  He kissed her shoulder. “You’re very sore?”

  “Could you please stop that?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. Just a little...” she smiled wickedly, “stretched.”

  He sighed.

  “If we had a candle you could blow it out with that sigh,” she noted laughing quietly, nuzzling her nose playfully against his chest.

  His arms contracted around her. “I love you,” he whispered.

  Amy stiffened immediately and the room went suddenly silent. “Jake... I...” she managed at last.

  “Hush. It’s all right.” He hugged her to him, kissing her hair. “Close your eyes, we’re going to have some rest now,” he added a bit brusquely, “It’s been one hell of an exhausting day.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  “You look absolutely lovely.” Jake stood behind Amy and wound his arms around her.

  “I’m not sure about this dress.” Amy glanced critically at her own refl
ection in the floor length mirror in her bedroom.

  “It’s the same one you wore when we had dinner with your father and Claire, right?” He bent his head to kiss the spot just below her ear.

  “Yes, the same one.” Amy freed herself gently from his embrace. She turned sideways to see how the dress looked from the back.

  “You could put on the dress I bought for you,” he suggested.

  “Hardly,” she protested. “It’s way too revealing.”

  “You’re right,” he agreed quickly. “I don’t want to see other men ogling you the entire evening,” he murmured, drawing her back into his arms.

  Amy let him hold her for a moment, though she really wasn’t in the mood for cuddling now. She was too nervous about the party they were to attend this evening. Jake had been invited by one of his business partners to his house. It was to be their first social occasion of this kind to attend as a married couple. She wanted to make a good impression.

  She tilted her head to allow Jake better access to her neck. Since they’d made love for the first time Jake had turned even mushier if it was possible. Sometimes she felt impatient, and grew tired of him wanting to kiss and keep her close to him all the time. She appreciated his attentions—most of the time. Her heart melted when he reached for her every night, every time with the quiet question in his eyes, asking her if she wanted to make love. And when he was inside her, he held her as if she was the most precious thing in the entire world.

  But sometimes she wanted to slap his hands away and tell him to go watch TV, and leave her alone for a moment. Like yesterday, when he’d gotten in an amorous mood just as she’d started cleaning the inside of the oven.

  It amazed her how much more vulnerable he seemed to be now when they began to have sex like a normal couple. He behaved as if he literally couldn’t stand losing physical contact with her. Despite appearances, he was one hell of a sensitive guy. She didn’t want to be cruel, and she made sure not to show her occasional displeasure at his attentions, no matter how exasperating he could be sometimes. She only hoped that this cuddling mood of his would pass in time or perhaps that she would adjust to it somehow.