Unexpected Adventures

by Laura M. Baird

“How could I not want you?”

  “Because I’m inexperienced. I don’t…”

  “Do you think I’d rather you had slept with other guys? Which wouldn’t bother me either, unless you told me it was dozens or more.”

  I scoff. “As if.”

  “Knowing I would be your first, that’s humbling. And exciting.”

  “Really?” Is this guy too good to be true?

  “There are some of us out there who have emotions, who aren’t just looking for a good lay.”

  My face becomes heated and I feel my entire body flush.

  “You know, lady, you’re putting a lot of pressure on me.”

  “You?”

  He smiles. “Well, what if I don’t perform to your satisfaction?”

  “I don’t have any comparison, so what you’ve been doing so far has been great.”

  “Abby, I want you to be sure this is what you want.”

  “I want this, Shaun. I want you.”

  He leans in, never closing his eyes, never taking them off mine as he softly speaks. “I’ll show you how good this will be.” His lips touch mine in the softest of ways, over and over again until the pressure increases and our tongues tangle with one another again. My hands seek out his chest, finally able to feel his warm flesh. His muscles flex with his movements, and it’s exhilarating, knowing that there’s strength and gentleness wrapped in this impressive body.

  Shaun removes my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He carefully guides me back to the bed, sitting me down on the edge. I watch him as he toes off his shoes and removes his socks. He then bends down on one knee to do the same for me. His eyes never leave mine as he returns to stand in front of me, his waist at eye level. I can’t help but look, and it’s pretty clear he does indeed want me due to the bulge in his shorts. I want to reach out and explore, feel his need in my hands, but he has other plans.

  His hands find the hem of my tank, slipping it off of me, giving him ample view of my hot pink push-up bra. My urge is to cover myself, having never been this exposed to a man before. Shaun’s eyes fill with heat, with need. My own probably reflects desire mixed with fear, because that’s exactly what I’m feeling.

  And just maybe, a bit of daring as well… I reach out my hands to undo the button and zipper on his shorts. Shaun gives a bit of help, and they fall at his feet. But that’s all I get to do as he steps out of them and moves forward to gently push me onto the bed. My legs are dangling off, my rear just at the edge. Shaun lies down by my side, his hand gliding across my belly, making its way toward my bra. I feel his erection straining against the material of his boxer briefs, pressing against my thigh. Tiny sparks go off inside me as he grazes his fingers across the tops of my breasts that are practically spilling out now.

  He kisses my shoulder as his right hand continues its journey. My right arm is trapped between us, so I lift my left to run my hand into his hair, down his neck to his shoulder. I want to feel so much of him. I bring my hand down his ribs, to his hips, feeling his pelvic bone and the indentation that leads to his groin. I’m hesitant, and he must sense it.

  “You can touch me,” he says. “We can take this as slow as you want.”

  I can’t find any words to respond, so I let my hands do the talking as I skim the back of my fingers across his erection. I watch as his eyes cloud and become almost dreamy, lids half closing.

  So, I’m not the only one. I can affect him just as much as he does me.

  My hand slips into the waistband and I give it a gentle tug downward. I know I’m not going to get them off of him like this, but it’s a start.

  No sooner do I think that, when Shaun reaches down to pull them all the way off himself, leaving him completely naked.

  Yes, my eyes widen again. How could they not? I’m looking at a fully naked, gorgeous man who wants to do, what I hope will be, delicious things to me. I just hope I can return it as good as I get.

  Shaun props himself up on his elbow while his hand begins to pull a bra strap off my shoulder, kissing my skin. I’m sure he’d like for the rest of my garments to be off too, so maybe I should help. I can’t help but giggle as I arch my back a bit awkwardly, reaching around to undo the bra clasp. I notice Shaun’s eyes also widen a fraction as I bring my hands around to my front, pulling my bra off and letting it drop below my feet.

  The urge to press into him is overwhelming. I roll slightly so that our chests touch and I lay my arm across his side, lightly scraping his skin. I briefly feel his erection against my belly before he leans back, allowing access to my exposed breast, which he takes full advantage of. His fingers gently caress their way toward my hardened nipple, sending more sparks across my sensitized skin.

  “You’re so soft. So beautiful.” Shaun leans closer to take my lips, gently easing me onto my back again. He hovers over me while his hand continues its attention on one breast then the other. He then trails down my abdomen, skimming along the top of my waistband. He pulls away, his eyes searching mine. “Mind if I take these off you?”

  “Okay,” I manage to whisper. My arm that was touching him falls to my side. He rises up and makes his way off the bed to kneel in front of me. I smile, grateful he isn’t towering over me, making me feel as if I’m at his mercy. Although, I kinda am.

  He works on removing my shorts and panties, placing kisses on my thighs. As he slides the fabric down my calves, his lips follow until I’m free from the last bit of clothing. He begins to work his way back up and my instinct is to cover myself. He must have felt me tense because he stills.

  “Don’t be afraid, Abby. Let me show you what pleasure can be.” His warm hands are on either side of my knees, gently massaging. His lips gently kiss one then the other. I relax and remain quiet, and he takes that cue to slowly move up my legs. He stays kneeling, his stomach now touching my knees, his fingers trailing up my thighs, to my hips, and back down again. His hands move to the inside of my knees, slowly parting them, wedging his waist there.

  His touches are soft, tentative, giving me time to get used to them. I’m completely open and exposed, and feel like shrinking into myself, but a stirring begins that has me moving before I realize what I’m doing. A sigh escapes my mouth. A heat starts low in my belly, building in my core. I gasp as I feel his fingers at the top of my thighs, teasing the curls between my legs.

  “I won’t hurt you, Abby.” Shaun kisses the inside of one thigh then the other as his fingers delve deeper. I can’t even utter a response.

  I’m trying to process what he’s doing as he makes me feel scared and excited all at once. I want to touch him, but he’s out of reach, so I clench my hands in the sheet.

  “Do you know how wet you are? How hot you are?”

  All I can do is moan. Then gasp again as his fingers part my labia, rubbing my most intimate parts. I instinctively try to close my legs, only to have them meet the resistance of Shaun’s body. In the next instance, as his fingers continue their exploration, my hips rise and I want to part my legs as wide as they can go. My body takes over, succumbing to his commands.

  “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

  I do as I’m instructed, totally giving myself up to him. I take a second to raise my head and look down at him. Our eyes meet briefly before he smiles and lowers his head between my legs.

  My eyes widen, realizing what he’s about to do, and all I can do is squeak nervously. “Shaun?”

  What he does next causes an explosion that has me wanting to shout his name repeatedly, but all I do is gasp and hold my breath, hoping I don’t pass out.

  His tongue connects with me and I slam my head back against the bed as my hips buck, pressing harder against his mouth. His hot, talented mouth that’s slowly and very efficiently working me over and making my body quake. Never would I have imagined this feeling. My breasts tingle, my stomach flutters, my insides ebb and flow with his movements.

  Shaun’s mouth pauses for only a second as his fingers take over. “You taste so sweet,” he mumbles again
st my inner thigh. He then returns to my center, his lips and tongue performing magic, making me feel like I’m levitating, flying.

  As he begins to suckle my clit, his fingers probe below. I gasp for air, panting. The sounds seem foreign, as if they can’t possibly be coming from me. I’m losing control, my body doing what it will regardless of my brain because there’s no thinking, only instinctive responding. My hands find him, my fingers threading into his hair, gripping his head.

  He eases one finger inside me, preparing me. But nothing could have prepared me for that lovely invasion. I may be a virgin who has given herself orgasms over the years, however, that doesn’t even begin to compare to what Shaun is doing. My hips flex again, my hands tightening in his hair. He moves with me, bobbing up and down, never losing contact. I feel more tightening, more tingling. A pressure is building that can’t possibly be contained.

  Shaun pulls his finger out, only to slip two in, swirling, probing, pumping. His mouth never leaves my sensitive spot. I feel it pulsing and know I’m going to break apart. My moans increase, in pitch, in intensity. A scream lodges in my throat, threatening to burst. I release Shaun, anchoring myself as best I can by grabbing the sheets again.

  It does no good.

  I feel Shaun’s thumb replace his mouth. “Let go, Abby. Feel it and let it take you.”

  “Shaun…!”

  The scream escapes and I finally explode. A volcano of emotions and sensations flow forth. I lose control, my hips rocking against his hand at a furious pace. The feeling is so good I can’t seem to get enough. I don’t want it to end, but fear my body can’t handle it.

  Is it possible to overload?

  My senses are frazzled.

  I feel myself drifting back down, the elation slowly subsiding.

  But I don’t want it to end…

  As if reading my mind, Shaun says, “That was only the warm-up.”

  Chapter Eleven

  I feel wiped out, my body limp and lifeless. I just want to curl up and bask in the afterglow.

  God, did I just think that? I stifle a groan.

  And did he just say that was only the warm-up? What more can my body take tonight?

  Shaun intends to show me, as he eases my legs off of him and makes his way up my body. He tenderly kisses my belly before lingering at my breasts. This reignites the fire as a slow burn begins again and I sigh. My skin is slick with sweat, goosebumps breaking out all over me.

  I seem to have found a hint of energy as my hands work on Shaun’s back, feeling the coiled strength in his muscles. I bring a leg up, my foot skimming along his calf, up his thigh.

  Shaun lifts up, his eyes meeting mine. “You liked that.” He smiles with all the confidence of a man who knows he just satisfied a woman. “You’re going to like what comes next even more.”

  “I don’t know if I can handle any more. And yes, I liked that. Loved it, actually.”

  He stretches out by my side, his fingers trailing across my collarbone, up my neck. “Have you ever…”

  “No,” I interrupt, knowing what he’s going to ask. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before. Sounds cliché, but it’s true.”

  His smile spreads wider.

  It’s now my turn to trail my hand across him, starting at his chest, down his abs, gently teasing him. My hand grazes his penis, which is fully erect, and I feel a jolt from him.

  “Much more of that and I’m going to explode in your hand.”

  I look up at him, startled, fascinated. His eyes are sharp, determined. As I give him another light stroke, I hear him hiss while his hand stills mine.

  “Abby, wait.”

  It must’ve taken all the strength in the world to control himself. His eyes close briefly, as if steeling himself. He opens them again, kisses my forehead and rolls off the bed. I watch as he opens a drawer in the nightstand, removing a package. As he turns around, I’m blown away again, by his sculpted body, his masculine beauty. And I still cannot believe it’s me who’s lying here in this bed, having been pleasured by him. And more awaits.

  I look to his face and see him watching me, eyes blazing, arms at his side, penis standing at attention. My, what a sight. The urge to go to him is overwhelming. I sit up and move to the edge of the bed, kneeling, suddenly unafraid of being exposed. I reach for him, my hands caressing the sides of his thighs, moving over the curve of his hips, across his perfect abdomen. My eyes follow the trail my hands are taking, up to his chest.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I whisper.

  Shaun lifts a hand to my chin, raising my head to look at him. “And you’re beautiful.” He leans down to kiss me, and it doesn’t even register he just had his mouth on my most intimate parts until I taste a hint of salty slickness on his lips. Gratefully, I’m not repulsed, but in truth, more turned on. My hand finds its way back down to his erection.

  He quickly takes a hold of my hand to move it away before saying, “I don’t think I can last, Abby. I need to be inside you.”

  My heartbeat doubles as I try to hold back a joyous sob.

  “Lie back down,” he says quietly.

  I begin to move back on the bed as I watch him tear open the packet, remove the condom, and cover his erection. He drops the empty packet and moves toward me. I prop myself up on my elbows in the center of the bed, my eyes never leaving his. His gaze is hungry, predatory, and my nerves jump again.

  He straddles me as my back finds its way onto the bed. As he lowers himself, balancing on one hand by my side, the other streaks up my thigh, stopping at my pelvic bone.

  “I’m going to try to go slow, but I won’t lie to you, it’s going to hurt at first,” he says.

  All I can do is nod as I lie there. I know he won’t mean to hurt me, so I focus on the pleasure he’s already given me, and know there’s surely more to follow.

  Shaun moves my thighs apart as he settles between them. His fingers tease my curls, my labia, my clit. A zing shoots through me again, causing me to gasp as my hips shake.

  “You’re going to come for me again.” His confidence is enticing. His words are electrifying. He guides his erection to my moist center, swirling, teasing. He gently probes, testing. All I can do is watch as he patiently readies me for him. His restraint is amazing, and honestly, appreciated. His eyes lock with mine as he continues, “Hold on, Abby.”

  The tip enters and he continues to press on, slowly. When he meets resistance, I give a weak protest, feeling the pressure, not wanting to feel pain. Shaun leans down so our chests are touching. He presses his lips to mine and softly says again, “Hold on.”

  And I do. My legs wrap around the back of his thighs, as my arms wind their way around him so my hands nearly claw his back. He presses on and in, sheathing himself fully into my core. He groans and I cry out. The initial pain is brief. I feel moisture spilling down my bottom. As he remains still, allowing me to adjust, the pain subsides and a new force takes over.

  I can actually feel my insides pulsing, a heat building. I sigh, and Shaun must take that as a good thing, because he slowly begins to move. In and out, ebb and flow. He pulls up causing my hands to leave his back, and as my nails rake his stomach, his muscles begin to ripple.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, concern etching his face.

  I manage to say yes and smile up at him. He smiles in return and begins to move again. And again, and again. The friction is amazing, it feels so good. My body somehow instinctively knows what to do and I begin to move with him. Rising, falling.

  Shaun leans down to kiss me once again before moving his lips to each of my breasts. The sensitivity is startling, it has me aching. I arch up, thrusting my chest, flexing my hips. He moans as he continues to lick and nip, all the while setting the rhythm.

  I feel a tightening as euphoria spreads across my entire body. My senses are heightened as my skin burns. I smell our mingling sex. I focus on his intense stare as he pulls his body back, all the while moving us toward ecstasy. A grin crosses his lips and I can’t help
but smile, eyes half closed, mouth parted in a sigh.

  I feel a presence at my clit, the shock so sudden. Shaun’s thumb is caressing me as he rocks in and out of my body. My hips begin to move faster, urging him on. Climbing. I feel like I’m climbing, higher and higher. His speed and depth increase.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “Yes,” he echoes.

  He thrusts and thrusts, and I think there’s no way I can stand any more pounding. And yet there’s no way I want it to end.

  Faster and harder he moves, he presses.

  Suddenly I’m at the peak and I shatter. I leap, I fly. I float. My insides convulse and squeeze him repeatedly, milking him.

  I hear Shaun moan then call my name. I feel him tense before he shudders and shakes, reaching his own climax. My legs tighten around him, my arms circle him. He brings his chest down onto me and I cling tightly, letting the waves cascade over us.

  Movement is impossible and unwanted at the moment. I want to hold on to this feeling forever. But Shaun lifts slightly even when I protest.

  “I don’t want to crush you.”

  “I don’t care.” I try to hold him to me, but he continues to lift, pulling out of me as disappointment skitters across my face. He gives me a brief kiss before stretching out by my side.

  “Don’t worry, I plan to do that again. Hopefully, soon.”

  “Holy cow,” is all I can manage.

  I feel his hand at my side, stroking my thigh. He then moves away, getting off the bed. I turn my head to watch him go into the bathroom, his backside so perfect. Man, he has a gorgeous ass…

  “Mmm,” I sigh, my eyes drifting shut. They fly open again as I feel the bed depress, Shaun back with me. I also hear water running. He must’ve turned on the shower.

  “Let me help you, Sleeping Beauty.” Shaun’s hands work their way under my back and knees before lifting me into his arms.

  I chuckle and say, “My Prince Charming.”

  “I figure a shower is in order.”

  “Did I make a mess?” I sleepily ask.

  “I think we both had a part in it.” He kisses my temple.