by Jamie Knight
I didn't bother to hide my disappointment. He was pushing me away again. I didn't want to wake up tomorrow and see that he was going on yet another date, so I took my chance and did something that I didn't think that I would ever do.
I got down on my knees and started trying to lift up the leg of his PJ bottoms.
“Whoa, stop...” he said, reaching down to catch my hand.
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I had crossed the line and I knew it. I had no idea what I was thinking or why I was acting this way. It was as if something had come over me and was pushing me to do things that weren’t normally within my character.
“I'm sorry,” I began, standing up and backing away.
“No, it's okay,” he said, apologetically. “It's just that you can't see the scars that way. The only way that you can see them is if I pull down my pants. And that’s a no-go.” His voice was final.
“It doesn’t have to be like that,” I offered quickly. I didn’t want to lose this moment. “I’m just… here for you.”
My words had a strange effect on him. As certain as he’d just seemed, now it was like I’d turned his lock and the deadbolt had fallen away. He nodded slowly, more to himself than me.
“Okay,” he said, to no one in particular.
This was it. This was go time. It wasn’t the way I had been expecting it to happen, but it was happening, and I was ready.
Chapter 24
Natalia
Bradley put his hands on the waist of his pants, getting ready to pull them down. I looked away shyly, wanting to give him some sense of dignity. When he had pulled his pants down, I looked back at him.
For a moment, I just stood there, staring at his scars in silence. His boxers stayed up, covering his manhood. Just under the boxers’ hem on his thigh, a sinewy line wove down the side of his leg, towards his knee. There, the line split like a river with many tributaries. Organic. Natural. It almost looked like body art.
Neither one of us spoke. The scars weren't exactly what you’d see on sports models, but they weren't bad at all. In fact, I found them kind of beautiful, in terms of visual appeal, but I also found them as proof of his bravery. I told him as much.
“I would hardly say that I got these scars being brave,” he said, sinking his head down. “I was just doing my job.”
“Are you being serious right now?” I asked, incredulously. “You chose that job. You could have chosen to do something else. You could have easily been a mechanic at any auto body shop. Or a self-employed mechanic. I know plenty of those guys who live around town, guys I went to school with. But, you decided to lend your skills to the United States Air Force in service of your country. And you got into an accident in combat. But, the thing is, even though the scars are something that you feel self-conscious about, you really shouldn't. These scars are proof that you survived.”
He gave me a look like he wasn't convinced.
I reached over and touched his scars gently, my fingers tracing the ridges that snaked around his thigh. Bradley closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his breath getting heavier by the second.
I could tell that he was enjoying the feel of my fingers gingerly running up and down his leg. He picked up a throw pillow and put it over his crotch. I couldn't be sure, but I had a feeling that he was hard and didn't want me to see it.
I couldn't resist any longer and wanted to take my chance before it escaped me yet again. I leaned down and tenderly kissed his hip. His eyes snapped open and he looked down at me as if he were trying to make sure that it was really happening.
He moved his hand toward me like he was going to push me away and hesitated. I kept on kissing his scars, landing juicy wet kisses on every inch of where there was scar tissue. His hand was resting on my shoulders as I kissed him.
Since he didn't stop me, I took it a step further. I stuck out my tongue and started licking his scars. He sucked air between his teeth, his eyes rolling up in his head. I reached over and felt around his underwear, pushing my hand over the fabric to feel his dick underneath.
Just like I thought, it was hard. And huge.
But, I didn't really have much to compare it to, other than the ones that I had seen in dirty magazines or porn. I was a virgin. But, sitting there, feeling on Bradley's dick was making my crotch heat up like crazy. I knew I was getting wet.
“Stop,” he said firmly, putting his hands on mine like he wanted to move it away. But, he didn't.
I ran my hand over his hard dick, gripping it in between my fingers firmly, yet still underneath the boxers. I moved the pillow away with my other hand and went to pull his dick out of his underwear.
I wanted him. But this time, his strong hand stopped me.
“Think,” was all he said, low and deep.
“I've never done this before,” I admitted to him.
“You don't need to.”
He said it so tenderly, putting his hand under my chin and raising my head so that my eyes met his. There was so much compassion in his eyes that it made me want him even more.
“No, I want to,” I said decisively. “I want… you.”
He looked at me carefully, as if he was searching for any shred of doubt or hesitation. I gave him a look, telling him that I was sure. I had been waiting for this moment since I saw him and started getting to know him.
I was ready.
But he wasn’t. He tensed his muscles, fists tight. “I won’t.”
“But I want you… to be my first. Please, don’t make me beg!” My voice rang high and loud.
I couldn’t believe my outburst. But my lust for him was raging below. I could barely keep my head straight, I was so fixated on needing his touch.
His face said a lot that I didn’t understand. I silently hoped my intensity would be recognized as the righteous need of a woman, and he would just get on with it and take my body as his own. But he didn’t move.
After an excruciating pause, he spoke. “This is what’s gonna happen. I will take care of your need tonight, in one way,” he grinned saucily and winked, “but not in every way. You’re going to sleep on that idea. Then, tomorrow, you check in with yourself and see how you feel about… what you want.”
He stood apart from me, still.
“Yes. Fine. Whatever. Just, touch me now.” It was all I could get out without jumping his bones. God, his tension and control was so hot, I was getting dizzy.
He stood before me, getting in close. He lifted his hands to rest on my shoulders. Right then, I surged upwards on my tiptoes so that I could meet his gorgeous lips in a sudden, hard kiss. I sunk into his mouth like an arrow for its target. I just needed to feel him, his skin, his muscles, his bones, his warmth.
His hands slid down my ass and squeezed and rubbed as new shivers of pleasure traveled up and down my body. I felt so secure in his arms. For what felt like forever, we kissed as his hands searched, found and thumbed my hard nipples.
I couldn’t hold back. I was so in want, I whispered, “Please, more… ” No one had ever drawn out that reaction from me, not in my entire life.
He laid me on the couch gently, and pushed up my sheer dress just above my breasts. My huge nipples rose high, as I relished the feeling of being naked below my neck and in front of a gorgeous, assured man.
His flashing eyes surveyed the length of my body hungrily. His mouth flew to my tits as his fingers rubbed my crotch expertly. I couldn’t believe the sensations he gave me. We’d just gotten started, and the building pressure of sheer bliss in my pussy was already making my eyes roll back. I was definitely in the hands of a real man.
He came up and kissed me deeply, tenderly, then looked close into my eyes. His pupils were black in the darkened room. He said nothing, but waited.
I only said, “Please…”
His head sunk instantly down my neck, kissing, nipping and licking in ways I’d never felt. His other hand palmed my breast as he made a trail of nibbling kisses along my collarbone, down my chest, mouth tonguing my
nipples in slow hard circles.
My pussy throbbed with need and I moaned again. Like a bloodhound, he picked up the scent and continued his tongue’s travels down my torso. He licked the ticklish sides of my midriff as his huge hands cupped my hips, thumbs making circles on my wide rounds.
I’d never felt anything like this when I made out with guys before. My body felt like a fine, rare violin and he was its virtuoso player. He brushed his nose on my belly below the button, kissing lightly and tonguing hard. He was taking the elevator straight down.
“You want me to eat your sweet little pussy, don’t you?” he asked, his voice sounding different than I’d ever heard it. It was low and deep, and full of need, but it also retained its normal commanding quality.
“Yes,” I nearly whispered, wanting his mouth on me so badly.
“You’re gonna give me your little virgin pussy to feast on? Because then it’ll be all mine,” he said.
He was acting so differently than the respectful, nearly awkward man who had tried to ward off my advances. I loved that I had brought this out of him. He was acting in charge, but I also knew it was because I had a powerful effect on him.
“Yes, please, eat my pussy,” I begged him, surprised at the words that were rolling out of my mouth. Apparently, he had a powerful effect on me, too. “I want your mouth on my pussy. Now. Please.”
When his tongue first made contact with my slick pussy, I thought a bomb had gone off. My body jerked with such intensity, I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then. It was like I was being pricked with his sexy lava wand on Instant Melt setting. My fingers clasped his head between my long legs and I ran them through his hair. A few times, I even pulled hard on his head to go further in, deeper, deeper.
Soon, I realized what the deep feeling was. He was entering my pussy with his hard, luscious tongue. Every now and then, his slithering tongue wound its way up to flick and circle my clit before returning down to my slit.
He was claiming my virgin pussy with both hardness and softness. My God, this man was generous… I could barely concentrate my thoughts as he pumped and thrust his face into my tight, hungry opening.
As he licked, he kept cupping my hips in his hands, like he was drinking hot, nourishing broth from a bowl. But he moaned like he was feasting on a giant chocolate sundae with rich cream and hot fudge. The vibrations from his aroused throat flashed straight from his tongue into my sensitive folds and they titillated every nerve between. I cried out like I never had in all my life.
“Bradley!” The last syllable was a prayer, a Hail Mary, that I keep my sanity through this exquisite pleasure. Faster, and faster his tongue fucked me as his thumb circled my clit, harder and harder. As the heat raged and raged, I imagined him on top of me, his heavy weight pounding as my pussy glowed and caught fire from his erupting cock.
“Ah… ah... ah!” My panting grew faster and louder.
Suddenly, I jerked as I let the orgasm pierce and take me. My hips bucked wildly into Bradley’s hot mouth and strong tongue. His moans added to my pussy’s electric frenzy as I lost all awareness of anything that wasn’t bursting gold, melting and exquisite. It had been everything I had fantasized about with him, and more.
A few moments later, I felt myself returning to earth. My eyes opened. Bradley sat alongside my limp form, still naked on the couch. He was smiling at me. His face was open with genuine, pure happiness. It was like he’d taken a shower in good spirits.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just experienced. I opened my mouth to start talking, though I had no idea what to say.
He stopped me with his hand on my cheek, his thumb on my lips. With slow tenderness, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. As he pulled back, I was taken by the sweetness and warmth in his eyes. “I meant what I said,” he whispered. “Have a good rest and see how the world looks tomorrow. Unless you need to talk…?”
His manner was so even and cool and sexy, I felt I could tell him anything in the world. But I had no idea what I would even say. Thank you for rocking my young world? Thank you for showing me what a true man can do to his lady? Thank you for letting me be… your lady…?
A hazy grin may or may not have formed in the corner of my lips. But my voice stayed frozen while my head blazed with wild thoughts. Luckily, I sat next to the most incredible man of all time and he just chuckled like he found my dazed silence charming as hell.
He certainly knew how to leave me wanting more. Already I was so excited to let him do that—and more—to me again. I just knew I was never going to be able to get enough of him.
His eyes kept smiling along with the dimple in his cheek. He raised his hand and ran the back of it against my face.
“Sleep well, Natalia.”
And with that, he got up, shirtless in the semi-darkness, muscled, tatted chest rippling as he picked up his pants, winked at me and strode to his room.
When I heard the door click shut, I exhaled.
Oh, my God. I had never experienced anything like that in my life, but the best part was that I knew there was more of it to come.
Chapter 25
Natalia
“It’s this way,” Bradley said over his shoulder as he hiked ahead, through the clearing of green meadow.
It was the next morning, and Bradley had suggested a hike. He wasted no time in forging ahead with the new relationship that was budding between us.
Trees both tall and shrub-size surrounded us in a wide circle, big as a house. I couldn’t believe it. I’d lived in this area all my life but never seen this wooded pasture, not fifteen minutes from where I called home.
“Just up here a bit… ,” Bradley intoned, almost under his breath. He paused and waited for my two strides to catch up to his longer ones. He took my hand and kept pace next to me. “You’re going to love it,” he assured me.
In ten paces, I confirmed that very fact. A small ten foot high cave stood in front of us, just behind the wall of trees. It was a perfect shelter, as if nature itself had carved out the perfect little romantic getaway, made only for us.
I heard a small gurgle and walked back out and saw a tiny stream snaking not twenty feet from the entrance. I felt like Snow White in the forest.
“So, where would you like to set up?” Bradley asked me, surveying the area like he was doing math in his head.
I walked back out to the clearing inside the tree ring and saw the shaded lawn by a thick grove of thin trees. I decided their leafed canopy made the perfect shelter for a sun-dappled picnic. I pointed.
Bradley started setting down the camping pads and blankets and soon, we had a plush set-up. I knew that food, snacks and cool drinks were also on hand. But that’s not why we were there.
I thought back to this morning.
“Well, I slept on it like you told me to and now, I know what I want,” I had declared after striding into the living room.
Bradley had looked up like a deer in headlights. He was still wearing pajama pants with no shirt and was eating a bowl of cereal. I hadn’t stopped to notice that he’d just taken a huge bite and was too busy chewing to respond to my dramatic lead-in.
It was adorable. I had dissolved into giggles at the sight of such sexiness and cuteness all at the same time. Bradley had finished chewing, making funny eyes, trying himself not to laugh. He’d dramatically dabbed his mouth with a napkin as he did so, cleared his throat and straightened his chest.
In a fake baritone he had droned, “Yeeees?” like the ancient butler in an old horror movie.
That was too much. Here I was, trying to have the most important sexual experience of my life and he couldn’t stop joking. I had pounced at him, springing onto the couch cushion next to him and smacking his unmarked leg with a throw pillow.
“Oww!” he had cried in joking alarm, chuckling at my display.
I had hopped onto his lap, careful not to put any weight on his injured thigh. He had looked fresher than I’d seen him previously. Maybe we had both needed a good night’s re
st, after all.
I had looked up at him and felt the wet warmth spreading between my legs as his sharp eyes pierced me once again. I smiled then and purred to him, “I haven’t changed my mind Bradley. Be my first?”
He had said yes, but that he wanted it to be extra special. I suppose a picnic hike was what he had in mind— even though I normally didn’t associate that with sex. It wasn’t where I had pictured losing my virginity, but everything about Bradley was a welcome surprise to me.
Now, I was realizing how real it was about to get. Taking a sniff of the fresh air of the outdoors, I turned around and saw Bradley standing there, naked to his waist. This time, under the warm sun, his chest was golden and smooth. His sharp eyes held mine. He took wordless steps to me and gathered me up in his arms.
He kissed me like he was a raging river and the dam had burst. I exploded in his grasp, kissing him back hotly, writhing with growing intensity, hungrier and hungrier. My knee lifted to his waist and he grabbed it hard, thrusting his crotch into mine, teasing me with its hardness imprisoned in hiking pants.
My head fell back as one hand of his traveled down my shorts and under my panties. Surges of hot pleasure shot through me as he fingered my pussy. His mouth explored my neck again and he breathed words I’d never imagined as he lost himself in my body.
“I want this to be special. You deserve to be exalted, like a woodland queen, so I brought you here. I wanted to share this spot with you. I found it the other day and it seemed like pure heaven. That’s what I wanted you to have, for your first time. To be treated like royalty, to be celebrated, like the glorious woman you are…”
I stopped his mouth talking with my kissing. Then I walked to the soft blankets and crouched down easily, pulling him down with me with one hand. He descended carefully, but steadily, with my support on his strong shoulders. Once we were solidly on ground, I leaned back, resting on my palms.
