by Mia Madison
“So what made you become a firefighter instead of a chef?”
“We had a career day at school.”
“I don't remember getting anything out of those. They wanted everyone to be accountants at my school.”
“This was when I was five. We got to sit in the fire engine and try on the full gear. I never forgot it.”
The main course—beef in red wine—is just as good as the appetizers. I think he could give Luigi a run for his money. Ronan talks about all kinds of stuff: his work and mine, movies, places he's been. He asks all about my work, my childhood, the things I like. I find myself telling him things I never talked about to a guy in the past.
And then just as I feel most at ease in his company, he makes a “got to love women and their funny ways” comment and it makes me wonder how many he knows and if he's so good at small talk because he's used to chatting to and seducing so many of them. A whole line of them. He probably cooks women dinner all the time. Puts them at their ease. And I just fell for it along with all the other women.
I get up from the table. “I should be going.” I'll call a cab so I can get out here as soon as possible and lick my wounds in peace.
He looks startled and puts his hand on mine. Damn! His touch is still electric. I stop in my tracks.
“Hey, there's no need to go,” he says. “A frown came over your face just then. The emojis were working overtime. Tell me what you were you thinking.”
“Nothing.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Don't tell me that was nothing. One moment you were telling me about your pet guinea pig. And I thought it was cute. The next, you want to go home. Unless you have a sudden urge to get another pet, there must be something going on.”
Why can't he just let me go? But he's waiting for an answer, and I have to say something.
“I was thinking that you do this all the time.”
“Do what?”
“Give women dinner. Turn on your charm.”
“Wrong.”
“Wrong?”
“I don't usually cook for women. I just wanted to cook for you. And this is just me, not some charm offensive. The real thing. Am I making you nervous again?”
“Yes.”
“The last thing I want to do is scare you away. You can go home anytime, if that's what you really want.”
He gets up and pulls me to him, holding me against his chest, my breasts pressed against his hard abs, my nipples hardening at the delicious pressure, as if they had a memory of their own from last night and could smell the now familiar man scent of him. “Do you really want to go home?”
“No,” I mumble into his chest. “No. I want to stay.”
“I'm the one who should be scared,” he says into my hair so quietly I just catch it. I don't get a chance to ask him what he means, because he leans down and kisses me, his body hard against mine. I feel the evidence of his arousal and every thought gets obliterated by my aching, hungry need for his touch.
CHAPTER 15
Ronan
She lets out a small moan of pleasure as our lips and bodies clash.
“You're so fucking sexy,” I murmur between kisses. “I want to touch and stroke and lick every part of you.”
She whimpers at my words. I don't know whether they are with shock or delight or both, but I can't stop.
“First, I want to see all of you.” I run my hands over the front of her dress where her nipples are threatening to burst through the thin fabric, and I tease them with my fingers. There's no trace of a bra.
“Are you naked under there?” I ask.
She nods, blushing, and another surge of blood rushes to my cock as I unbutton the front of her dress, never taking my eyes off hers, and pull the dress off her shoulders so it falls in a pool of fabric at her feet. She has little white lace panties and bare sun-kissed legs. I wasn't lying. I want to touch and stroke and lick her all over and then all over again and make her beg to come.
I pick her up and carry her in my arms over to the couch, setting her down there beside me.
“You're overdressed,” she says.
“But my mouth is naked, so that's what counts.” I bend and plant a path of kisses down her neck and chest, until I reach her protruding nipple and engulf it with my mouth, licking around the tip in slow motion.
Her breath comes out in gasps. Holding her breast up to my mouth with my hands, I look her in the eye and lick the peak back and forth, teasing it mercilessly. She lets out a squeak and closes her eyes at the sensation, the squirming of her lower body and legs, betraying her pleasure.
With my hot mouth sucking on the tip, I circle a path around the underside of her breast with my finger and trace a line down over her flat stomach to the softly elasticized edge of her panties, and then on over her fabric-covered mound to the tantalizing lacy dampness between her legs and the burgeoning hard nub of her clit.
She whines and tries to grind down on my hand as I take my finger away. But I retrace the path of my finger with my lips, down and down, taking in the delightful scent of her arousal.
Pulling aside her panties with one hand and holding her open for my mouth with the other, I delve into her center for a first delicious tasting of her sweetness with my tongue.
Then, like a man possessed, I feast on her, holding her open as she squirms beneath me, licking and sucking her exposed folds. Spurred on by the unbridled sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth, I don't stop until she cries out my name, her soft thighs shuddering around my face.
I lift her onto my lap, kissing her hair and neck softly, pulling off the discarded panties and toying with her folds while she comes down from her orgasm.
“You're fucking amazing when you come, Amy. I can't wait to see you come on my cock.”
She gasps at that like a skittish little maid. If she wasn't naked on my lap, my fingers between her legs and I hadn't just seen her open up her thighs to my mouth, I would have guessed lack of experience. I want to make our first time together something she'll never forget, no matter how many lovers she's had. It's a first for me to care about anything like that. If a woman comes, I would have thought “job done” in the past. But I want to find out all about Amy. “Tell me what you like.”
“I don't know. What do you like?”
I look her straight in the eye. “I'd like to take you every which way, and then some.”
“Which ways? Tell me.”
I look at her wondering how much talk she likes. I hope it works for her, now that she asked me. And then, what the hell, I plow in where angels fear to tread. “I'd like to bend you naked over my bed, and watch you lying there waiting for my touch. I'd reach around you to feel the weight of your breasts in my hands, squeezing your magnificent nipples between my fingers, listening to your breath as it catches in your throat. I'd like to spank your beautiful ass as I spread your legs and impale you on my cock, sliding deep and hard inside you.”
She moans almost a growl, her thighs gripping my fingers, and shifts around on my lap, her naked body against me, sending my cock wild.
I lift her chin so she's looking at me again before I continue. I want to see her reaction to plain vanilla sex. If she's skittish about this, I won't take it further. Not now.
“Next, I'd have you turn around and face me, showing me your naked breasts. I'd have you climb on my cock and take me inside you. I'd watch you moving up and down on me, feeling your heat on my cock, watching the gentle bounce of your gorgeous tits until I couldn't take any more. Then I'd flip you over on your back and take you so hard and fast and relentlessly you couldn't think straight.”
A sound escapes her lips, halfway between a groan and a whimper.
“You like it hard or not, baby?” I hope she says hard.
“I don't know.”
“You don't know. You mean you never had it hard and rough.”
“I never had it… at all.” She blushes redder than I've ever seen her blush before.
“Damn! You're a virgin?”
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“Is that so surprising?”
“Frankly, yes. You're a beautiful woman. I just expected you'd have had guys taking you out all the time.”
“No one that mattered.”
“You weren't even tempted?”
She shakes her head.
“Fuck! What does Sandra say about that?”
“She thinks I should get over it so I can stop worrying about it.”
“And you chose me to get over it with? I'm honored and all, but I don't like being used, Amy.”
“It wasn't like that. I want to, with you. You're the first guy I've ever wanted to sleep with.”
“There's no sleeping involved. Just want to be clear about that.”
CHAPTER 16
Amy
No sleeping involved! We both laugh at that. It breaks the tension. I told him about me and he hasn't run for the hills. I guess I'm still naked on his lap and in his apartment so he couldn't exactly run away, but it doesn't seem like he wants to either.
“So, your first time,” he says, his fingers still stroking lightly between my legs and every sensation pooled there. “I think the phrase is supposed to be I'll be gentle, but I'd rather it was good and memorable for you rather than just gentle. I'm taking you to bed. Couch sex comes later.”
He picks me up and carries me through to his bedroom and lays me on the white bed cover. It feels like hours ago I took fright at seeing his room.
“Er, I might bleed,” I say, looking at the expanse of white around me.
“It's only bedding. Don't worry about that. I have whole sets of sheets, somewhere. Probably all over the hall floor at the moment.” Ronan smiles at me.
He undoes a couple of buttons on his shirt and pulls it over his head. Wow! I knew he had abs but he's amazing. I smile up at him. “It was about time you got naked.”
“You like?”
“I like.” I want to reach out and run my hands over the planes of his torso, but he's undoing his belt. He sits down on the side of the bed and pulls off his jeans and underwear in one go. His cock springs out from the confines of his pants, hard and impressive.
“I have to get that inside me?” I blurt out without thinking, as he swivels around and starts ferreting about in the nightstand drawer.
He pulls out a handful of condoms, looks around at my words and laughs. “Oh, Amy, I guarantee it will fit.”
“I'm on the pill,” I say, nodding toward the condoms he's left by the side of the bed. “You might not need those if you're sure you're okay.”
“Pretty sure. I've never had sex without them, not before or since my last check up.” He throws them back in the drawer. “A first for me too, then.” He smiles.
I like I'm the first for him too, in a way.
He pulls me under the covers with him and holds me as we lie side by side, his hands on my bare behind. His naked body feels amazing against mine between the cool sheets. I move my body against him, my breasts urgent for friction, my nipples pulled tight with need, my hips grinding against him I think he's taking it slow, being considerate, but I don't want slow. I want him now. His fingers reach between my legs.
“Mmmh—you're already so wonderfully deliciously wet, Amy, so goddamned sexy. I'm trying to hold back.” He groans. “But I'm not sure I can. Not if you're ready.”
“Don't,” I say. “Don't hold back. I want you now. I don't want to wait.”
He rolls me over onto my back and I open my thighs so he rests between them. He holds himself at my opening, running the tip of himself over my slit, back and forth, until I'm moaning for him to enter me. He presses the head lightly against me and then he pushes in slowly. I feel a sharp pain and wince as the solid mass of him breaks through and he waits there for me to catch my breath. “Okay?” he asks, his mouth set with the effort of self control.
“Yes,” I say. “I'm fine.”
“You're so hot and wet and tight,” he says. “I'm sorry I hurt you.”
“It's not hurting anymore,” I say.
He smiles at me and looks me in the eye as he slides deep inside me with one slow controlled perfect movement, stretching and filling me completely, his cock massaging ever part of my inner channel.
“Oh, that's so good,” I say.
“You fucking said it. Are you ready for it to get a lot lot better?”
I squeal in delight as he pulls out and plunges right back in, hard and deep.
And then he takes me with long slow strokes, opening me wide around him, my thighs spread open, making sure I know he's inside me, looking into my eyes. “I love how you look when I push into you,” he says. “I love your grunts of pleasure, your little mewling sounds.”
Why didn't I know it could feel this good?
“You want it fast now?” he asks.
I nod, hardly able to form words.
He speeds up, filling me over and over, faster and faster with ecstatic abandon until I don't know who I am, where I am–I am nothing but pleasure, sensation, need building higher and higher with every rock-solid thrust until I buck violently against him and cry out, my limbs shaking, and I feel him release deep inside me as he growls out in pleasure at his own climax.
CHAPTER 17
Ronan
It takes us a few minutes to get back to reality. Fuck! That was something else. The feel of flesh on flesh. Knowing I was fucking Amy and it was her first time.
Shit! I look at her lying on my chest, still trying to catch her breath. “Was I too hard on you? You know, for your first time?”
She looks up at me. “What do you think?”
“You look happy.”
“I am happy. You weren't too hard on me. I loved it. Everything.”
“Even the pain?”
“Well, maybe not that. But it was soon over. And I needed you inside me then. I didn't want to wait.”
I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head. She's like a human kitten draped around me, all soft and strokeable and purring with pleasure, but without the evil claws.
“Hey, Amy, did you really just not want any of those other guys? What does Sandra mean by you can stop worrying about it? Were you worried?”
“A bit. Long story.”
“I've got all night. I want to know.”
“I might have other plans for you,” she teases.
“No chance. Not until you tell me.”
“Okay then. Promise you won't laugh or get mad.”
“I promise.”
“When I was fifteen there was a guy in school I had a crush on. Brian was a popular guy, just about to go to college. All the girls liked him.”
“I hate him already.” I kiss her on the nose.
“Anyway, I was pleased he asked me out and we had fun on our date. I thought he liked me. He took me home in his car. Not many of the guys at our school had cars, so that was something else in my stupid head he had going for him too.”
“Yeah, I remember how we used to envy the guys at school with cars.”
“When we got around the corner from my house, he parked the car and kissed me and that was fine, but he wanted more and got annoyed that I wouldn't go any further. I had no experience with guys and I was only fifteen.”
“Did he take no for an answer?”
“He did, or he seemed to. But next day, all his friends sniggered when I walked past. I didn't know why. But after my date with Brian, I got asked out a lot, dates where I had to fight guys off more often than not. I got really fed up with this, and I gave one guy such a big knee in the groin to defend myself. At which point, I thought I'd really hurt him and apologized. Like I said, stupid, naïve me.”
I reach out and run my hands over her knees. “Carry on. I'm just listening, but just checking out where your knees are.” She smiles and takes hold of my hand and kisses it.
“This guy said he didn't know why I had turned into the mad bitch from hell when he tried to touch me. Everyone knew what kind of girl I was. When I asked him what he meant by that, he said Brian had told e
veryone what a slut I was and that I had some special tricks to please guys. He said he just wanted his fair share like all the other guys.”
“What did you do?”
“I told him Brian was a lying bastard and left him there at the club. I left school and went to nursing college soon after that, but after that experience, let's just say the hookup culture passed me by. And I had a couple of guys who didn’t like that I wouldn't sleep with them on a first date and called me frigid. Sandra understands, but she thinks I'm letting it all affect me too much and I shouldn't care what anyone thinks. Just do what I want to do.”
“And is that what you did tonight?”
“Yes. Sorry about dumping all that on you.”
“I'm glad you told me.” I give her a hug. “I'm glad you stayed tonight.”
“Me too.”
“And there's one thing I'm especially glad about.”
“What's that?”
“You didn't use the knee technique on me.”
She laughs. “The night is still young.”
CHAPTER 18
Amy
We're all sticky and to my shame, the sheets are a mess. He runs a bath and lifts me into it. I sting a bit and then sink down into the lovely hot water while he changes the bed. When he's finished, he comes back and soaps me all over with a big soft sponge. And then gets in behind me and holds me in his arms.
“Can you stay tonight?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Your dad won't run out with a shotgun when I take you home tomorrow?”
“Only if you don't bring around the camels. But I have to go to work tomorrow. Maybe I should go home now.”
He gets out of the bath, dries himself and puts on a robe, and then he holds a huge towel out for me and pats me dry. He lifts me over to the bed and puts me between the covers and I hear him turning out the lights in the apartment. I'm so sleepy after that bath I can hardly keep my eyes open.
He gets into the bed and wraps himself around me like a spoon. I turn to him feeling his hardness against me. I reach out and touch him. “It’s okay if you want to.”
