by Hart, Eve R.
I tried to sit up. I kept my lips on his hoping that maybe he wouldn’t figure out what I was doing. Using slow movements, I guided him to the edge of the bed. Once his feet had no choice but to brace themselves on the floor or he would have gone toppling off the bed, I pulled away. My hands were on his chest as a silent way to tell him to stand up.
His eyes were calculating as they looked down into mine.
I didn’t give him a chance to think. My lips met his belly button and after circling it with my tongue a few times, I began to kiss further south.
“Abiga—” his voice sounded strained and again, I did something to stop that crazy train of thought. I needed to get him too far gone to stop and backtrack.
Using my lips as a distraction, I undid his pants. Thank goodness, my fingers weren’t shaking. I tried not to smile as I noticed. This felt right, that had to be why.
Licking a line right above where his pants hung low on his hips, I looked up through my lashes to meet his eyes.
There was a lazy smile tipping up his lips and his eyes were clearly dazed as they stared down at me. His hand cupped my jaw as his thumb ran back and forth over my cheek.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said softly, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. There was a breath that escaped him with those words. It was full of relief and hope and amazement.
“I want to see all of you,” I whispered as I gripped the sides of his pants and quickly worked them down his legs.
His hardness sprang free and I winced for fear that it was going to slap me in the face.
Hmmm…
I might not have minded that so much actually.
I still hadn’t taken my eyes off of his but I knew his body was shifting to kick out of his pants.
Yes!
I wanted to let out a squeal of happiness. I might not have remembered my plan, but I’d gotten him naked.
And that was a very good start.
This was what I wanted, so why hadn’t I looked down yet?
With a deep breath, I readied myself to take every inch of him in.
That wasn’t all I had planned, but one step at a time, right?
CHAPTER TWELVE
Charming
Well, this was awkward. I didn’t picture that it would be smooth on her end simply because I knew her, but I didn’t imagine I’d be standing here naked with her sitting on the edge of the bed and her face inches from my hard dick, inspecting it like she was looking at something strange.
“It’s so…”
“Big?” I asked with a hopeful ring in my tone.
“Well, yeah. But that wasn’t what I was going to say.” She tilted her head to the side as she took it in some more. “It’s all veiny and fleshy.”
Her finger came up like she was going to touch it.
“If I touch it, will it spit at me?” she asked with wide eyes.
See, it was awkward, and maybe a little bit cute too.
“Not unless you give him a good rub down.”
“I’m sorry,” she said shaking her head. “I’ve never seen one, like, so up close and personal. I didn’t know they were so… sausage-y. I mean, I have one of those vibrators that are sort of lifelike, but it’s purple and I don’t imagine humans with purple penises… peni… how would you say that? Never mind. I just mean that it makes it less… lifelike.”
“Humans?” I asked because I really wanted to know why she felt the need to go that far with her explanation.
“Well, yeah. Like I imagine purple would be more alien-like. Right? Some people are into that, you know.”
I couldn’t help it, I laughed. Like a real, hard, loud laugh that shook my whole body.
“Oh, my!” she exclaimed and I opened my eyes to see her head jerk back. Then she giggled. “It bounces.” Her hand flew up to cover her mouth. “I’m not very sexy right now, am I? I’m sorry, I’m ruining this.”
“No,” I said trying my hardest to reassure her. “I’m still hard, aren’t I?”
Her finger hesitantly ran over the top of my shaft. The feeling of her soft pad gliding along my skin was almost too much. I’d never had a woman simply touch me to touch me, if that made sense. Never really had someone take the time to explore and feel. I liked it, oh, yeah, liked it a hell of a lot.
I blew out a breath as my head fell back. I needed to think of something other than her touching me. And it sure as hell didn’t help looking down at her with desire and want in her eyes while she stared at my cock.
“Okay, you know I’ve had sex but it was only a few times and it wasn’t exactly… anything to write home about,” she said. I knew she was talking to me but she wasn’t giving me her eyes. I couldn’t tell if it was because my dick had put her in a trance or if it was one of those times that she didn’t realize she was talking. “And well, he kind of just got in there and got the job done, if you know what I’m saying. I never really got to touch it or anything else. Heck, it was so dark every time, that I didn’t see anything at all. I’m sorry if this is strange but thank you for letting me play with it.”
I went to say something to reassure her that it was okay and that I didn’t mind one single bit as long as she kept touching me. However, not a single word made it out of my mouth. I closed my eyes and searched for a way to get my brain to focus.
My whole body jolted when I unexpectedly felt her warm tongue swipe over my tip. She let out a little hum of happiness as she tasted my pre-cum. Holy fucking shit! If she kept it up, there was no way I was going to last long. My eyes opened as I looked down at her but my lids felt heavy.
“Was that okay?” she asked as her hand wrapped around my shaft.
I couldn’t speak but I did manage a nod and some sort of excited noise. I was usually much smoother than this, I swear.
She giggled and then her tongue was licking the sensitive part right under my head. Her movements were slow and tentative and I could tell she was a little unsure, but she kept going.
Her lids fell shut as she closed her mouth around my head. Her tongue worked torturous circles around me. My hand went to her head, my fingers gliding through the silky strands. I lightly played with her hair in a way of telling her to keep going but I didn’t push. I’d never push with her. If she wanted to lick my dick all night, then so help me God, I’d try my hardest not to blow my load and let her.
Then her head was lightly bobbing, taking in a little more each time she went down. The suction wasn’t great but I didn’t mind.
My ass clenched and I jerked back a little when I started to feel her teeth. They weren’t to the point of hurting but I didn’t want it to get there. Her eyes popped open and she pulled away from me.
“Sorry,” she said as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Teeth bad. Bridget told me that. I wasn’t thinking.”
Thinking about Bridget wasn’t something I wanted to do right now. I think she could see it on my face.
“Right,” she said with a nod. “Maybe we should just sex now. I mean… we should do it. Oh, farts! I should go. This is so far from sexy that it’s not even funny.”
She jumped to her feet, her body colliding with mine because I was standing so close. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her like crazy. I hoped it worked.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I said once she melted in my arms. “It’s okay, I promise.” I wasn’t sure how the hell we’d gotten to this point. Wait, I had said I wanted to take thing slow, and so far, I’d done that. Now, suddenly I’m naked. How did that happen?
Then it hit me. This was all her. Okay, it wasn’t all on her, I certainly wasn’t hating any of this. But she’d come in here tonight with one thing on her mind and she had somehow slyly made the moves on me.
“No,” she said firmly. Then she was reaching for her shirt and dragging it up her body. “I want this. Oh, I’m so ready. And I, like, need it so bad right now. It’s happening, I assure you of that.” Her bra went next, carelessly dropping to the floor. “See that, Bonnie a
nd Beth are saying ‘yes, please’ right now.”
I blinked down at her but her attention was on getting her pants off. My head looked from side to side trying to figure out if there was someone else in the room.
Who the fuck are Bonnie and Beth?
It was no secret that Abigail was a little odd sometimes but this time, I wasn’t following along.
She hopped up and down as she ripped her pants off her legs and I noticed that her panties had gone with it.
My throat dipped with a hard swallow because she was naked in front of me. Maybe I wasn’t the one that was ready.
“Wait, hold on. Who are Bonnie and Beth?” I just couldn’t let that one go. No, definitely not. Especially given that I was about to… ‘do it’ with her.
Honestly, what the hell was I supposed to call it? Sex was so technical. Fucking wasn’t right, not even close. Make love seemed a little too old fashioned for us. But I knew whatever it was called, it would be something special. Something I’d never done with another person, at least not the way I planned on doing it with her.
“Oh! I named my boobs.” She pointed out each one telling me their names. “Is that weird?” Her head cocked to the side as her hand fell away from… Bonnie.
What was wrong with me? I was jumping on the odd train with her and acknowledging the names of her boobs. And now I was saying boobs.
Okay, focus!
Sexy, hot, adorable woman that you have been thinking about for well over a year is here in your room and naked. And she’s begging you have to sex with her.
Clearly, I could no longer hold the Charming name. I’d lost all of my smoothness.
“Charm?” she asked and I hated to hear the uncertainty in her voice. I must have been lost in thought for far too long.
“Sorry,” I said and cleared my throat. “It’s not weird, it’s just you. And I happen to really like you.”
“Yeah?”
“Hell yes. Really, really, really like you.”
“Kiss me, my Prince Charming.” Her smile was bright as her arms draped around my neck.
Instead of rolling my eyes at her cheesy name, I kissed her.
Then she was pulling me down to the bed with her. I went willingly, of course, I fucking did.
“Condom,” I mumbled out as she started to stroke my cock between our bodies.
“That’s probably a good idea. I’m not on anything to prevent, you know, babies. I probably should have told you that before. Anyway, you have to put it on though, I don’t have the first clue.”
I lightly chuckled as I leaned over and snatched one out of the bedside table. Leaning back on my heels, I slowly rolled the unnatural colored latex down my shaft. Her eyes were on every movement and I could tell she was taking it in so that she could try it one day.
Her legs were open like she was waiting for me to settle over her once again. Which I did once I was ready to go. Reaching between us, I lined myself up. My eyes held hers, making sure that this was what she really wanted. I was half tempted to ask her again but I knew she didn’t want to be treated like that. She said she was ready, and even if she hadn’t, everything about her right now told me how much she wanted it.
I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but she was so tight it felt like she was one. My jaw clenched and my muscles tightened, and I did everything I had to not to shoot my load the moment I was settled deep inside of her. However, there was no way I could move right now.
A huge puff of air escaped my mouth and she looked at me with wide, curious eyes.
“What’s the problem?” Her hand popped me on the ass. “Get to moving.”
“Abs, I need a minute here. You feel really amazing and I’m afraid if I move, I’ll not only disappoint you, but also shame myself.”
She giggled like she got it. Which didn’t help anything because her pussy tightened around me when she did.
“You called me Abs. I like it,” she said relaxing under me.
I hadn’t even realized that I had. Hmm. I liked it too.
I smiled down at her as I began to rock my hips. I kept deep but made sure she felt it. Abigail wasn’t someone I wanted to pound into, at least not for the first time. Maybe later we’d get all crazy and have wild, punishing sex. But this was not the time for that sort of thing.
“Oh,” she gasped as I pulled back a little more, slowly dragging my cock out of her tightness. “I like that. Oh. Yes.”
My lips met her neck and I began to drag myself out a little more with each retreat, never pulling more than halfway out. My hips rocked and eventually, hers began to mimic my movements.
“You feel so amazing,” I whispered in her ear.
“Best lay you’ve ever had?” she asked and there was a playfulness in her tone that told me she was mostly joking.
“For sure,” I told her and it wasn’t even a little bit of a lie.
“Me too. I mean, so are you… for me.”
I kissed her lips because I could see the red starting to creep up her cheeks. The last thing I wanted was for her to get frustrated and take herself out of this moment. And I didn’t want to stop to tell her that I found her awkwardness so fucking adorable.
“Charm,” she called out and I could tell that she was close.
“Eric,” I said through gritted teeth. “Call me Eric while we’re in here.”
Her back arched, causing her head to tilt and her neck to be exposed for the taking. So I did, licking and kissing and sucking every inch I could get to.
“Eric.” My name came out like a sigh as she clenched tight around me and came.
I kept thrusting through her orgasm, dragging it out as long as her body would let me. And right before she went limp, I shuddered and came.
“Holy dragons and fire!” she said right after my body nearly collapsed onto hers. My arms were shaking so hard that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold myself up much longer. “That was like, wow!”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I fell onto the bed beside her. I couldn’t say that she was wrong there. I mean it was definitely wow and so much more.
“Your name is Eric?” she asked after a minute of us filling the room with our hot, panting breaths.
“Yeah, why?” What did she think, that I had her call out someone else’s name while I was inside her? Maybe she did or maybe she found my name shockingly boring like I did.
“I mean, you’re more like a Flynn, not an Eric. You have the smolder look down and everything. Eric has dark hair, you don’t. But I did like that he had a dog. Granted, it was a doofy one.”
“Abs,” I said trying to get her to stop because I wasn’t following along even a little. “What the hell are you talking about, baby?”
“Oh.” And that was followed by a cute little giggle. “The princes, you know? Eric had the mermaid. Flynn was the lucky one to get Rapunzel, but I guess I don’t really fit that because my hair is neither blonde nor super long. But you have that ruggedness going on that he has. Yes, if you were one of the princes, you’d be Flynn. Can I call you that from now on?”
“Um, sure?” How was I supposed to respond to that? I only vaguely knew what she was going on about.
“So, like, when can we do that again?” she asked as she rolled over, snuggled up to my side, and ran her fingers over my chest.
I didn’t answer her because I honestly couldn’t even think about getting it up again. I was drained. Every single part of me was. I barely had the energy to drag the condom off my now sad looking cock and toss it in the direction of the trashcan. I mentally high-fived myself when it landed dead and center. I didn’t have the strength to get up and fix it if it hadn’t. And I would have had to do that because it would have driven me crazy.
“Can we nap first?” I asked her, my eyes already closed and ready.
“I guess,” she said with a playful sigh.
It was only a few minutes after that she was zonked out on me. And I couldn’t hold on to consciousness a second longer.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Abigail
I woke before Charming. I wanted to be still and take in the serenity of being in his arms but my head was bouncing all over the place. And that led me to thinking about how amazing the sex had been, which had me squirming like crazy. Maybe I had a problem, like I was addicted to sex. Could one even know if they were addicted this soon? Okay, it wasn’t like I hadn’t had it before, but it didn’t even compare to sleeping with Charming. Not even close. Then again, we had been teenagers that didn’t know a darn thing about what we were doing. Or so I assumed. I knew I didn’t, having not done it before and all. But he had been, well, honestly terrible. I got nothing out of it, not like the feelings and things that happened to my body last night, that was for sure. I thought that maybe it had just been the fact that it was my first time, but then we kept doing it and it all seemed the same.
Just forget I said all of that because I was here with this sexy man that reminded me of a rugged prince with his shiny hair and stupid smoldering look. I didn’t want to bring terrible men and horrible sex experiences into this bed.
“Hey,” I said as my finger poked him in the chest. He didn’t move. I said his name and then when he still didn’t move, I pinched his nipple.
“Ow! What the hell?” He shot up, nearly knocking me to the floor. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
In a flash, his arms were there pulling my body back into his.
“Did you pinch my nipple?” he asked clearly confused.
“Yeah,” I told him as I swiped my hair out of my face. “You weren’t waking up.”
“Oh, sorry,” he said as he settled back down causing my body to go with his. “What’s up? You okay? Are you sore?”
I laughed. Maybe not the best thing to have done in this situation.
“No, I’m fine. I just wasn’t sure what’s supposed to happen now?”
“You woke me up for that?” he asked sounding a little irritated, but only in a joking way.
