by Anna Scott
I went back to kissing her neck, but trailed down to lave over her collar bone. She was so focused on the pleasure, and grinding against my poor neglected dick, that I wasn't sure she was fully aware of it when I turned us both and laid her down on the couch. Her arms stayed wrapped around my neck and when my head traveled down farther to lick one nipple and then the other, she pressed down on the back of my head and arched her back up to get closer.
Since I was so tall, she lost her perch against my cock when I moved down, but she found my thigh plenty satisfying. I couldn't help myself, I knew she was getting closer and I had to feel that. I wanted to make this beautiful woman cum over and over again all night long. I cursed myself in that moment for being a gentleman and removing the fucking condom from my wallet. It might have been the wise thing to do, but I wasn't happy about it anymore. Of course I knew absolutely which head was doing the thinking.
With one hand caressing and plumping her breast, the other snuck down between us and made quick work of unbuttoning her pants. My hand slipped inside, under her shorts, but over the satin panties she was wearing. With her legs spread wide and wrapped around me, I was able to find her distended nub quickly. For the time being, I kept my finger on top of her panties. There was something naughty, erotic, about fingering a girl while she had her panties on. It was forbidden and that turned me on like crazy.
One, two, three flicks of my finger tip over that hard clit and I felt Gillian shudder beneath me. I was being careful to keep my massive weight off her, but trying to focus on her impending climax too. There was so much shit going on in my head, I almost let go and came in my own damn pants.
Moisture was flooded her swollen lips so much that I could feel it through the fabric of her thin panties. With each suck of her nipples, as I moved from one to the other, she moaned louder and pressed my head down harder.
One sneaky finger moved to the side and caught the seam of her underwear. I moved it just enough that I could touch her. She was bare. Fuck, she was bare, I had to see that. I needed to see her. Her pussy lips were so wet; I could feel her juices coat my finger as I trailed down the seam from her clit to her tiny opening.
She was really tiny, like crazy small. I wasn't sure that my finger would fit in there easily. Even with as wet as she was, her cunt was tight. Deciding not to delve deeper for the moment, at least, I kept up the movements of that naughty finger, spreading her moisture up and down, over those succulent lips. I felt her tense as another wave of wetness flooded over my finger. I sucked her harder, stroked her clit faster and opened my eyes so I could look up and watch her face.
Gillian's eyes were shut tight, her entire body tense, like a bow string about ready to break. Just as I felt her begin to crest, I bit down lightly on her nipple, it wasn't enough to hurt her but enough to give her that shock to push her over. When she cried out, I felt her pussy convulse and I quickly moved my finger down from her clit, through her soaked folds and pressed the tip of my finger inside.
I was right, she was damn tight. Her walls were quivering around the tip of my finger. I only pressed in to the first knuckle, but my fingers were large and even that little bit was a stretch. Someday soon, I would feel that same quivering on a much larger part of my anatomy.
"Reed," Gilli called out, a mix of utter bliss and confusion in her moan. Somewhere during her climax, her eyes had sprung open, they were wide with what looked like shock.
Pulling off her breast, I pushed up and kissed her gently on the lips. She didn't respond.
"You okay?" I asked, completely baffled.
She nodded vigorously, so fast, her chin almost hit my nose, before I pulled back fast enough to save it. "Yeah, yeah, um, I - yeah, I'm good."
What the hell? She was breathless, which was to be expected, but she seemed almost disoriented. Her pants were still undone and I didn't know if she realized it, but my finger was still inside her pussy. I was loathed to remove it.
"You sure?"
"What was that?" Her question took me by surprise, maybe she hadn't cum that hard before or something. If that was the case, whomever she'd been with was an asshole. Gillian Young was the most beautiful creature on God's green earth when she came. I counted it as one of the many miracles in my life that I got to see it.
"You want to cum again?" I asked, hopefully.
Her brows knitted and she watched me warily, but I could see something working behind her eyes.
"Don't freak out on me Gilli, I just want to make you feel good. Will you let me?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?" She was definitely uncertain.
Instead of answering, I wiggled my finger inside her and pecked her lips once more. She gasped and I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or surprise.
"Reed, I need to tell you something before we go any farther." Gillian sounded embarrassed. What the fuck? There was nothing she could tell me that should embarrass her. I prayed no one had ever hurt her, if they had I would have to hunt down the son-of-a-bitch and up my number of killed men to twenty-eight.
"What is it, baby?" I asked, nuzzling the side of her face with mine and planting a kiss on her neck. She pressed her cheek to mine and hesitated. Lifting my head, I watched her, but didn't remove my finger. Even if it was a small part of me, I felt the need to stay connected with her while she told me whatever it was.
Gillian's eyes bounced around, but she didn't look at me, she bit her lip and her cheeks turned pink.
"Gilli, tell me. There's nothing to worry about, okay? It's just us."
"Okay, but you have to promise not to laugh at me."
"I promise." I replied, a bit of worry creasing my own brow.
"It's just that, I haven't - you know. I've never done this stuff."
My eyes narrowed and I thought about what she was trying to say. I was an ATF agent for fuck's sake, a trained observer. Suddenly, an unimaginable thought came to mind and I moved my finger around again, swirling inside her and pressed in a tiny bit further and stopped. There it was. Her hymen was intact. Fucking hell, my dick was about to explode out of my pants and rip through that thing. I felt like an asshole. What was it about a girl's innocence and purity that made men such animals?
I backed my finger out just a little, knowing that my finger was not how I wanted to break through that barrier. Her gateway to heaven was going to be breached in the way it was intended, and sure as hell by me. For the rest of my life, if she would give me that chance. I wondered if she was on the pill. Every sick and twisted part of my asshole brain wanted to find out what it would feel like to break through her tight as hell cunt and feel every part of it bare.
I kissed Gillian's nose, then her lips once more. Staring deep into her eyes, I made her a promise.
"I won't ever do more than you want me to. I'll be careful, I promise, and I wouldn't ever laugh at you for something that important."
"Thank you," she whispered, then kissed me. She rarely initiated a kiss, but I sure as hell liked it.
Since she hadn't stopped me, I decided to take it as my green light. I kissed back down her neck, over her collar bone and paused to give attention to each of her breasts. I spent a few moments there, then began to move again, down over her flat belly, I kissed and licked over each of her hip bones, making her giggle then the skin bared between the open V of her zipper. I licked and sucked a little love bite right at that spot and imagined doing it over and over again for years, maybe even when her belly was much, much larger.
I made eye contact with her once more, just checking in, making sure she was still okay with what I was doing. She was. Her bottom lip was held firmly between her teeth, but her eyes were bright and excitement replaced the fear that had been there before.
Moving up onto my knees, I gripped the sides of Gillian's pants and shimmied them down her hips, leaving her panties in place. I knew it was perverted, but I liked the image of tasting her while she wore only that light pink piece of satin. She lifted her hips to help me and watched every movement
I made. If it was possible, her eyes were even more alight with need. My cock was so hard with the scent of her arousal permeating the air, I was afraid it would rip my zipper open to get to her center.
Once her sexy legs were exposed, I caressed each of them with my hands and ran my fingers up to feel the dampness of her hot slit through the fabric. Her couch wasn't long enough for me to lay between her spread legs, so I moved to kneel on the floor. When I did, she tried to close her legs.
"Ah, ah, ah, keep those precious thighs spread." I commanded in a gentle but firm tone. With a hand on each of her knees I spread her even wider and watched as the delicate pink fabric was surrounded by her swollen flesh.
"Like this?" She asked shyly.
"Oh yea, just like that." Without conscious thought, I licked my lips in anticipation and stared at her greedily.
Leaning down, I aligned my mouth with her inner thigh just above her knee and licked up toward the goal. Goose bumps spread across her skin and her body began to shake as I got closer.
"You okay?" I mumbled, my lips pressed firmly against her center, over the pink barrier.
"Mmmhm," she groaned and lifted her ass infinitesimally, giving me better access.
My tongue darted out and I licked the seam of her underwear, then over to the leg opening. With one hand, I moved it to the side, exposing the most glorious sight I had ever seen. Taking just a moment to admire her beautiful pussy, I gazed at her until she began to squirm. I knew that she was done waiting. She may not have known it yet, but she needed what I was about to give her.
Chapter 4
Present Day
"In the sweet, by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by," I lowered my head to her soft curls and continued to sing quietly. I had to hold it together, for myself, for her, for Reed. I had to hold it together.
I quieted the moment I heard someone on the stairs. Holding my breath, I prayed again. I begged God to help someone find us. Somehow, I knew Reed was searching.
Months Earlier...
Gillian
Oh my stars! Reed Allen was perched between my spread legs and he was licking me - there. I couldn't believe it. He was the most amazingly beautiful man I'd ever seen in my entire life and he was practically making love to me with his mouth.
When I invited him inside earlier in the evening, I thought that we might make out, that we would kiss and stuff, but I certainly didn't expect anything like what he was doing right then. I didn't know that something so carnal, so forbidden could feel so amazing.
Each swipe of his tongue, or suck of his lips on my clit had me bucking up into him. I felt like a wanton woman, desperate for the feel of him, deeper, harder. I needed more, but I didn't know what it was that I needed. One of his hand moved up over my stomach and he began to fondle my breast. The sensation was overwhelming. I was panting.
"Reed, oh my God, Reed," I let out on a long moan. My voice sounded so different, lustful and needy. It sounded like someone else. I couldn't believe that I was there, on my couch, doing those things with him.
He didn't answer me, his mouth was full of my flesh after all, but he groaned and the vibrations sent shockwaves crashing through me. I was on the edge again, on the verge of another mind shattering climax and I didn't know how to tip myself over.
"Just relax and feel it," he told me, lifting his mouth off me for just a moment.
I writhed beneath him, "I need-" I cried out desperately, but didn't know what I was trying to say, or even what I needed.
With that, he clamped his mouth back onto my clit and sucked hard. He inserted one of his huge fingers into me, it stretched me slightly but the feeling was out of this world. He pumped that finger shallowly in and out as I writhed beneath him. All I wanted was for him to sink it all the way inside. In that moment, I didn't care about my virginity, I didn't care about anything except falling over the cliff once again.
"Reed!" I cried, my voice filled with longing and a desperate amount of lust.
"Oh - oh - oh - oh!" I shouted as my entire body began to tremble. Reed sucked even harder, then tweaked my nipple and I shot off, falling over, tumbling down, tightening and releasing. It was all the things I'd heard, all I had read about, every single metaphor I knew, it was all of it, all of them, the climax was everything, but still, somehow now enough.
I masturbated sometimes, like everyone else and had even gotten myself off. The orgasms I had been able to give myself though were a pitiful excuse, if what Reed had just given me was any example of what they could truly feel like. I couldn't even imagine how much better it would be if he joined me in pleasure.
Oh, crap, was he going to want to do more? Was he going to want to have sex? I wasn't sure that I was ready for that yet. What he did was wonderful, but I wasn't sure about more, not yet. I had always been told by my very staunch and religious parents that sex was wrong, that anything outside of the sanctity of marriage was a sin. Was it? Maybe it was, I had waited this long after all, and I wasn't sure that it was time to give in to my lust yet.
"You just tensed up, what's wrong?" Reed asked, seemingly able to read my mind. His head had lifted from where he was gently licking me clean to look deep into my eyes.
"No - nothing, I'm good." My voice was horse and rather breathless. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that I was drunk from the slurring and the way my eyes had rolled back in my head.
He paused a moment and moved up onto the couch, repositioning me so that he was laying against the back and I was cradled in his arms, my front to his chest. The sad thing was, I was almost naked but he was still dressed. What I pity, I had a sneaking suspicion that he was amazing without clothes on.
"We're not going to do any more tonight. Get that worry out of your mind, okay?"
I studied him and wondered how he knew, I didn't say anything, so how on earth did he understand what I was worrying about?
"Shhh, just enjoy the afterglow. Let me hold you for a little while, then I'll go and you can sleep."
Nodding my agreement, I nestled into his chest and couldn't miss the thick erection pressed firmly against my leg. Without thought, I moved my leg closer, pressing against him.
"Oh God, baby, don't do that. I'm too close." He admitted. I backed off quickly, almost embarrassed, though that seemed ridiculous after all we had already done.
To be honest, I hadn't held onto my virginity for any lofty reason. I had been raised in church, my parents still attended every Sunday, but I never felt overly worried about my lack of sexuality. I was so busy through college that I didn't date - like ever. So I really only kept my V-card because I never had the time or opportunity to lose it. Sure, I wanted it to be with someone special, just like every girl, but it wasn't like I was waiting for a ring or anything. I also had some trust issues, thanks to a jerk of a brother and less than supportive parents, how would I know that the man I finally gave into would want me for longer than a night? I wanted to feel loved, to feel protected, supported, even cherished. Wasn't that what everyone wanted?
Reed held me in his strong arms for a long time, until I drifted off into an oblivious sleep. I roused slightly and felt like I was moving. It was sometime later, though I had no idea how much time had passed. I opened my eyes to see Reed's handsome face, he was gently laying me on my bed. He had pulled the covers back and was tucking me in. He leaned down and kissed me, then asked "Do you have an extra key? I'll snag it and lock the front door so you don't have to get up?"
Nodding, I motioned to the jewelry box on my dresser. "Top drawer," I told him and watched through bleary eyes as he found what he was looking for and walked out of my room. I was so tired from my two explosive orgasms that I was back asleep seconds later.
I hardly heard from Reed over the next four days. He had texted me the following morning, explaining that he had some stuff going down and work. I didn't know what "stuff" he was talking about of course, but whatever it was, I knew it couldn't be good. He promised that we would
go out once he resurfaced. Though I didn't see him at all, he did take the time to text me everyday. The first day, he sent me a picture of a tiny pink tulip. It was a cell phone picture that he took. Underneath, he just said "Thinking of you." The gesture made my heart skip. The second day was a picture of a bakery display that read "Everything Dairy Free," and below he texted "One day, I'll bring you here. These are really good."
It was strange, we had seen each other almost every day the previous few weeks and after what we had done together on my couch, his almost total radio silence created a feeling of longing in my gut. I didn't want to admit that I missed him, but I did. I had to acknowledge it but only to myself.
The third morning, the bell above the door to my cafe tinkled and when I looked up, I met Amber's expressive eyes. Her slightly rounded tummy was visible through the body hugging blue dress she was wearing. I was amazed at her ability to wear four inch heels all day, even pregnant.
"Hey," I called across the mostly empty cafe. The morning rush was over and we were preparing for lunchtime. Kara, one of the girls who worked behind the counter, and Clark a young twenty-something guy who worked for me too were there. I noticed Clark's eyes light up at the sight of Amber. I had to smile, Clark was young, very tall and still rather thin. He hadn't grown into his body yet, but when he did, I knew that he would be a heart stopper. Kara was just eighteen, taller than me by a few inches and had beautiful long strawberry blonde hair, she was quiet but wonderful with the customers.
"Hey there, girlie. How's is going?"
We chatted for a moment, while Clark made Amber's decaf vanilla latte and Kara bagged up four lemon poppy seed muffins for Amber to share with Aurora.
"I can't believe Aurora is working so much. How is she doing on her feet all day?" Aurora wasn't to term yet or anything, she still had a while to go, but she was so slender, the baby was seriously protruding from her body. She was absolutely off balance. She had also been working crazy long hours with Amber through the store's inventory and the installation of some new computer system. It was causing both women to work twelve to fourteen hour days.
