Virgin

by Georgia Le Carre

  I push her legs apart and look at what is mine.

  Her pink opening looks small and innocent as it drips out sweet nectar for me. A rush of possessive heat fills my gut. This is all for me and only me. I look over every inch of her. No other man shall touch this.

  “Fuck, you look so hot when you are spread open. I want you always like this. Open for me. Every fucking day for the rest of your life.”

  She flushes with a mixture of sexual excitement and embarrassment and it’s just adorable.

  I let my hand brush her swollen clit and she gasps. She’s so goddamn responsive it blows my mind. The only other time I’ve dry humped a woman to climax was with the cleaner at the correction center. I was thirteen and she was my first. We did it in the broom cupboard. She smelt of bleach and body odor, but I came in my pants. Since then, I have made many women cum in my lifetime, but this time, with this woman everything is completely different.

  “You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you?”

  She bites her bottom lip and nods, and I fucking ache to sink into that wet slit. It’s killing me to wait to feel her innocent little cunt wrap around my cock, but I hold back. I’m going to take my time. I’m going to eat her sweet pussy until she sees heaven. I rub her clit in circles and her hips rise off the bed impatiently. I feel it building in both our bodies, the urge to fuck until we are without skin; one animal.

  She moans with pleasure when I push a thick finger into her opening. She’s so goddamn tight, I’ll have to break her in slowly. My cock needs to be able to fit in there. I plunge my thumb into her pussy and watch her eyes widen. Her pussy walls pulse and contract around my thumb. I thrust it in and out and she starts to writhe with pleasure. I use my two fingers on either side of her clit and begin a sawing motion. Her legs start to tense up.

  “You like that, baby?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she groans as she starts riding my hand.

  “You want my cock in you?” In fact, my cock wants to go in bare, and my balls hurt to empty my seed in her.

  “Yes,” she screams as she comes. I watch her face clench, her body arch like a bow, her thighs quiver, her mouth open in amazement as she goes over.

  I wait for her to come back. She opens her eyes. Her skin is flushed and glowing. I push two fingers into her while she is relaxed and not expecting it. I bring my fingers coated with her sticky honey and slip it into my mouth. Just as I guessed, she tastes like heaven.

  “Oh,” she exclaims, surprised.

  I dip my fingers into her tight channel again then hold them in front of her mouth. “Taste yourself.”

  She opens her mouth and, extending a pink tongue, licks my fingers clean. Just like a little cat. My cock twitches at the sight. I slip my fingers into her mouth and she sucks them. I can climax just looking at that.

  I suck on her pussy lips, one fat one at a time, luxuriating in the silky feel and taste of them in my mouth. Then, I move down to her slit and lap hungrily at the juices pouring down for a few minutes.

  Her hips are rocking desperately, pleading for release so I plunge a finger into her pussy and return my mouth to her clit, and suck on it once more. It hardens in my mouth even as the muscles in her pussy grow tight around my fingers. I know she isn’t far from coming, but when she does, it is even more intense than the two before.

  Her virgin cunt clenches my fingers tightly, gripping me like a vice, and her eyes flutter shut as her orgasm hits her. This one is a full-body reaction, and I feel a little proud to have drawn it out of her.

  Fisting my cock in my hand, I press the tip to her wet opening, and slide against her in a teasing motion. Instead of pushing into her heat, I slide away.

  “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to?” she whispers, her eyes glazed.

  “Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you all right, I just don’t want to tear you.”

  I push into her tightness. She lets out a mewling sound and for a few seconds her muscles fight back, but she’s so fucking wet my cock tunnels through, and my thickness fills her little cunt. Her mouth opens in a soundless cry.

  “It’s okay. It’ll only hurt for a moment,” I say, going completely still to allow her to adjust to my size. She is so tight it feels as if my dick is being squeezed hard. Slowly, I pull out of her and I see the tinge of red slick on my dick. Jesus, I drew blood. How strange that the sight should fill me with an odd satisfaction. I marked her as mine.

  I feed my cock into her inch by inch, but I feel aggressive. It is as if she’s woken up some sleeping beast inside me. I want to slam into her and ride her until she screams. I want to see her submissive. I want to see her drink my cum. I want fill all her orifices with my cock. I want to possess her and own her.

  “You can take all of me, can’t you, baby?” I groan.

  She spreads her legs wider and rocks her hips, as if begging me to do what I want. She has no idea how pretty her wet pussy looks when it begs like that. I slide back in, this time all the way to the root. Her eyes roll back in her head and I sweep my tongue into her open mouth, swallowing her cry of pain. When the pain eases, she pushes into me and grinds her hips, her pussy squeezing for all it’s worth. I start thrusting harder, fucking in and out of her tight flesh. Our bodies rubbing against each other.

  Less than five minutes. That’s all it takes before her virgin pussy starts clenching and cumming on a cock for the first time. On my cock. I watch her with satisfaction. The way her body bows and her mouth opens in a cry of ecstasy. I don’t want to come. Not yet. I’m not ready. I want to watch her break apart again. I grit my teeth when I feel the orgasm gather in my balls and try to think of something else, but there’s no chance. I lose it and it happens. I join her in paradise. We become one long intense orgasm, one skin, one animal.

  I had never had a sweeter fuck. It’s so perfect, its beauty fucking kills me.

  Chapter Eight

  Izzy

  He kisses my throat, my chest, my nipples, my mouth while I fight to breathe normally. He is still inside my body and hard as a rock, filling me completely. Tears spring to my eyes, but I’m not in pain. It never crossed my mind that sex would be this incredible. When my body stops shuddering, I look up into his eyes. They are ablaze with naked lust. I feel as if I’m drowning in him, but that’s all right. I want to.

  “I didn’t know what I was missing all this time,” I whisper, shocked to my core.

  “You think this happens all the time?”

  I stare into his eyes. “It doesn’t?”

  ‘It’s never been like this for me,” he says softly.

  “This must be how it’s supposed to be. I feel connected, really connected, body and soul to you.”

  “You have no idea at all how damn beautiful you are, do you?”

  I wriggle under him and his face changes. “God, being inside you feels so fucking amazing.”

  He grinds his pelvis against my clit and my mouth opens in a gasp of surprise at the shaft of pleasure that jolts into my body even though there is a small sweet ache there. “I don’t think I can take anymore of you tonight,” I groan.

  “You will take more of me, and you’ll love every second of it,” he growls.

  He pummels me. Harder, deeper, grunting a little. All I can do is whisper, “Yes, I love it … it’s so good … more, more, please … yes, Tyson … yes … more …” His jaw sets firm and he stares deep into my eyes as he fans the flames of the fire he started in me. I gasp every time our bodies slam together and my gasps get louder as the tension builds and he pushes me higher and oh, my God, I come again, clawing at his shoulders, and give in to it, screaming as ecstasy rocks me to my core.

  He lets go too, slamming into me until he collapses with a low growl.

  “My God,” he pants against my neck. I can only whimper in response. Then the room becomes quiet. Nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing filling the dark bedroom.

  I wake up suddenly, my eyes flying open. I can see from the little slit in the black-out curtains th
at it is already morning. How the hell did that happen? The ribbons. Charlotte.

  Shit! Shit! Shit!

  I move and his arm comes around me. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” he asks with a slow smile.

  I can’t hang around. “What time is it?” I ask, rubbing my eyes before I remember about smudging my makeup. What a mess I must look.

  “Almost seven.”

  “Damn it! I can’t hang around. I promised Charlotte I would go pick up her ribbons.” I try to scramble out of bed, but he grabs me by the waist and pulls me back against his body. Talk about morning wood!

  “Hang on,” he whispers in my ear. “Let me take you … after your morning fuck.”

  “No, I don’t have time for that,” I wail, almost in a panic. Just because I found a man I won’t let Charlotte down. We’ve been planning this day for months.

  He gets up on his elbow, and looks down at me, all unshaven and sexy. “All right, we’ll both get ready and I’ll take you.”

  “No, you can’t,” I say gently. “This is Charlotte’s day. She’s the bride and the center of attraction. If I bring you back with me, I’ll steal the limelight from her. She’s my best friend, Tyson.”

  He frowns. “So you’re just going to run out on me?”

  “Uh … huh. Let’s meet after the wedding. The cake cutting will be done by 5.30 and I can disappear as soon as Charlotte has changed into her going away clothes which should be about 6.30. Wouldn’t it be terribly romantic if we meet in that cute Italian restaurant on the same street as Le Coq? I think it’s called Basilico.”

  He shakes his head. “Basilico is not on the same street as Le Coq.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  “Nope.”

  “Oh, okay, I saw a Costa on that street. Let’s meet there at 7pm, and then we’ll go to the restaurant together. We need to talk.”

  “Sounds great. Off you go,” he says and slaps my butt.

  I scramble out of bed and streak stark naked to the bathroom. His laughter follows me and I try not to slam the door in my frenzy. Shit, I managed to smudge mascara all over my face back there. Smooth move. Five minutes and a lot of soap and hot water later, I run out into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. He’s got out of bed and is waiting for me with my shoes in hand. He is also distractingly naked. In the morning light his cock is really, really big.

  “Here you go.” He smiles, but pulls the heels back before I can grab them.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “Your face.”

  “Oh, what?” I touch my fingers to my freshly washed face. “I know I look horrible. You don’t have to remind me.”

  He shakes his head. “You look even better without makeup on.”

  “You are such a liar,” I accuse with a giggle as I grab for the shoes. “You already got me in bed, Tyson. You don’t need to lay it on so thick.”

  “I mean it. Hey.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me close, knocking the wind out of me when our bodies collide. “I do mean it. You look even more beautiful with no makeup and messy hair.”

  “Well … thank you,” I mumble, feeling like the world’s biggest ass for giving him a hard time.

  “What will you do today?” I ask.

  His smile is warm and it fills my heart. “I was supposed to fly out last night, but I met a sweet blonde who turned my head so I’m here in Paris with nothing to do.” He grins. “I have a friend who has a stable two hours from here. I’ll spend the day with him. He has a mare that I’d like to buy.”

  “Right. So I’ll see you this evening.”

  “Hey, before you go …”

  “What?”

  “Show me your ass.”

  I blink hard, sure I must have misheard him. “Come again?”

  He laughs, the sound warm. “I would love to, but I thought you were in a hurry.”

  My cheeks burn furiously. “Very funny.”

  “I mean it,” he says softly, his eyes full of determination. “Show me your ass.”

  Slowly, I turn around.

  “Lift your dress and bend over.”

  I obey, and when I turn around he is sporting an almighty erection.

  He rewards me with a sweet, lingering kiss—I’m glad I rinsed with mouthwash a few minutes ago—before releasing me.

  “Damn, I really need to run.” I hurry to the door, grabbing for the purse I dropped when we got in.

  “Take my number,” he says.

  He calls it out and I key it into my phone and start walking towards the door.

  “Give me a missed call,” he says with a smile. For a second I turn and stare into his eyes. At that time, it never even crossed my mind that we would not be together. I took for granted that we would meet and travel back to England together. How could we not be together? We were so perfect together. At that moment I was so naïve I forgot that he is not Mr. Commitment. That he fucks girls and forgets them the next day.

  That he makes promises he never keeps.

  Chapter Nine

  Tyson

  I run my shaver down my cheek and can’t stop grinning at my own reflection. I feel like the cat that ate all the cream when I remember how good it felt inside her, how eager she was for me. She was a virgin, but she was fucking fantastic in bed. The sex was, quite literally—mind-blowing, and I don’t use that term. Ever. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. Much better. Shit, it’s never been that good with anyone.

  Yeah, she’s something else.

  Beautiful, funny, smart, a great dancer, and to top it all a heart of pure gold. I’ve known more than a few women who wanted to twist my stones because I wanted their bodies. When they landed on their ass outside my front door they found out: nobody has me by the short and curlies.

  One thing for sure, she is the first woman I wished didn’t have to leave in the morning. I’d been up long before her. I knew I should wake her so she could get to that wedding on time, but I found myself unable to do it. How could I? When she was this sweet, peaceful angel lying in my arms, a little satisfied smile on her face, and snoring softly.

  For all that adorable snoring though, she must have a backbone of steel to have resisted all the men who must have tried over the years, plus the social pressures around her, and remained a virgin all this time. Maybe that’s what is so fascinating about her. That unusual mixture of strength and vulnerability. I remember how she blushed when I called her beautiful. As if she didn’t quite believe me. Could she be so totally unaware of her own beauty? Most women with half her looks would be strutting their stuff morning, noon and night. She’s a breath of fresh air, for sure.

  I realize I’m humming as I step into the shower. Since when do I hum? Then again, I’m never this damn happy. I’m so fucking happy I almost want to jump up and down on Oprah’s sofa. How absurd is that? As I lather up I kinda wish I didn’t have to wash the scent of her off my skin. I want to hold onto her for as long as I can, but life calls. The bizarre thought makes me laugh at myself.

  I leave the bathroom and look at my phone. There is no missed call from her yet. Drying my hair with one hand, I open the photo I snapped of her at the club when she wasn’t paying attention. She was looking down at the table, tucking a chunk of hair behind her ear, and I couldn’t resist that unique aura of vulnerability and innocence around her.

  Now I know why she looked innocent and fragile, but at that time, it intrigued me. Even now looking at her photo touches something in me and brings out my protective side. As if I need to shield her from the big bad world.

  “What’s with you, man?” I say aloud, shaking my head. I’ve never been so soppy about a chick before. I click into my inbox. There’s an email from Ralph, the head of my stable, asking why I didn’t turn up last night. I fire back a quick reply, assuring him I’ll be back in the next couple of days.

  Thoughts of her race through my head as I get dressed. My gaze falls on the room service menu and I smile to myself when I remember the way she laughed over my room s
ervice misstep. She took it well, though. And she has a nice laugh. Sexy.

  I call Louis and arrange to meet up for lunch. I look out of the window. It’s a beautiful day. Instead of having breakfast at the hotel, I decide to walk over to the patisserie around the corner.

  There are a few people standing in line at the bakery. A few of them look at me and I realize I must still be grinning to myself. It doesn’t bother me that much. Getting stared at is not a new thing for me. The gossip rags are notorious for spotting me at my worst and screaming about it for the world to see and hear. I wink at an old lady in a black dress who seems unable to take her eyes off me. She smiles and says, “Le monde est un bel endroit quand tu es amoureux.”

  My French is iffy at best, but it sounds like, the world is beautiful when you are in love.

  I’m not in love, but hell it sure feels good. I grin at her and tell the server I want to pay for her stuff. She wags her finger knowingly and laughs at me as she leaves with her baguette and baked goods.

  I get a sandwich and coffee and go back out into the sunshine. The world seems beautiful. It’s definitely a good day for a wedding. I wonder what Izzy is doing as I walk down the sideway. I know it’s probably just an infatuation and it won’t last. I’ll eventually figure out she’s just a normal woman with all the pitfalls of a normal woman, but for now she’s all I can imagine wanting for the rest of my life.

  I look at my watch. Less than eight hours before our date tonight. At this rate, I don’t know how I’ll be able to wait that long. I can’t get her out of my head. Who’d have thought I would be actually looking forward this much to a night with a girl? Never happened before. I bite into my thickly filled baguette and I hope my concentration kicks in before I get to Louis’s place, because right now I’m on Planet Izzy.