by Colet Abedi
Oh starry night.
I’m sure I look beyond impressed.
“Clayton, I don’t know what to say. I feel like I’m in a dream.” I turn around to find him.
He’s a good distance from me, standing by the bedroom door, casually leaning against the frame. He’s watching my every reaction.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Like is hardly the word,” I say with a smile. “Absolutely love would be a much better description.”
I shyly look away from him, trying to distract myself from what’s about to happen by looking around the room.
“Have you stayed here before?” I asked tentatively, dreading his response but wanting to know.
“No. I was told about it.”
I feel relieved that he didn’t come here with whatever woman he brought with him on his last trip. Crap, why even go down that road? Not tonight, Sophie, I tell myself. Tonight you’re not going to think about anything that can ruin this.
I tremble in anticipation of what is to come.
10
We stare at each other in silence for what seems like an eternity. The electricity between us crackles like a fire. I watch as he slowly unfolds his arms, lifts his hand, and starts to unbutton his linen shirt, his eyes never leaving mine.
Oh. My. God.
I think I might hyperventilate. I watch the last button come undone and I’m given a clear view of his bronzed chest as his shirt drapes open. If you saw a picture of him right now, you’d think you were looking at a photo in a sexy Gucci ad.
Lord, have mercy.
My legs are glued to the ground. No way I can move. He looks like a dream, like the guy you had fantasies about as a young girl. And he’s here. Standing in front of me. Wanting me. He moves away from the door and slowly makes his way to me.
Like a wolf, stalking its prey.
My breath quickens nervously. I wonder if he can hear it. I feel flush all over my body, as if he’s already touching me, making me want him. An eternity later, he reaches me, stands inches away, and just watches me with that look. God, when he’s this close, I realize just how tall he is, how powerful. He’s just so wonderfully delicious to look at.
“Take my shirt off,” he says.
Lord.
Carpe diem, I tell myself. I lift my shaky hands up to his chest and just place them there for a minute, trying to get a grip on myself, hoping he can’t feel them trembling. I hear him suck in his breath as my hands begin to trace a path down his chest, over his muscled stomach. His body is chiseled like stone. He’s like a walking piece of art.
I become bolder and step closer to him, moving my hands through the light sprinkle of golden hair, then push the soft material of his shirt off his shoulders, letting my hands follow the path it takes as it falls to the ground. My fingers roam over his muscled arms and I wonder how many times a week he works out. He’s barely breathing. I look up at him and see the fire in his eyes.
Oh my. He wants me.
I take a shaky step backward and stare.
“You’re perfect,” I tell him as I stare into his bright gaze.
If possible, his eyes darken even more. He slowly looks my body over, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. As his eyes linger on my lips and chest, I can almost feel him touch me in those places, our connection is that strong. I try to be as confident as he is and look him over too, and I see the proof of his desire. I wonder again if we’ll fit. We have to, right? It’s basic anatomy.
I don’t think about that much longer because he takes a step closer to me. He reaches out to play with the material of my long dress. He rolls the fabric between his fingers, and then traces a line over my breast, my heart, my throat, and then my lips, where I know he can feel my rapid breath.
His hand moves to my hair, and he begins to move my shoulder as he walks behind me. It’s unnerving not to see him, just to feel him there. I gasp when his hands touch my back, brushing my hair forward over the dress. I shiver in anticipation. I know what he’s going to do.
He finds the zipper and slowly pulls it down. My dress falls open and I instinctively reach out and hold it up, keeping it from slipping to the ground. The design of the dress didn’t allow me to wear a bra. My backside is completely exposed to him. The only thing I’m wearing is a crème lace thong. I give a silent prayer of thanks that I’ve always cared about the look and feel of my lingerie, even though no one but me has ever seen it.
I hear his sharp intake of breath, and then I feel him lean forward and kiss my back. His hands move around to the front of my body, over my hands, which have a death grip on the dress. He slowly unclasps my fingers.
“Let it go, Sophie,” he whispers seductively in my ear.
Fear of the unknown has me holding on like the dress is my lifeline. But I have to let go. It takes me a second, but then I do. It falls to the ground, and now I’m almost completely exposed. His hands move down my waist and reach my thong. He tugs at the waistband then very gently pulls it down, his skin rubbing against my body. He moves back up and wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me in close to him. I can feel how hard he is against me. I’m so thankful he’s still wearing his pants. He leans down and kisses my neck.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Am I?
The way he’s looked at me has made me feel sexy and alive, but I can’t even think to answer as he licks his way down my neck to my shoulder blade, his hands still, allowing me to become comfortable with my own nakedness and his proximity to it. Then he moves around and picks me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest.
I don’t have time to be embarrassed about my breasts or any other part of my body being exposed because before I know it I’m on the bed and his body is on top of mine. He leans up on his elbows to look down at me. Lord. I’m completely naked underneath him.
I state the obvious. “Your pants are still on.” It’s the only thing I can think to say.
He smiles. “I know. I don’t want to scare you.”
“I think we’re past that point.”
He laughs at my words.
“I guess we are.” He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. I trace the hard lines of his back, tracing the hard lines of his body. It’s hard to keep my wits about me with him so close.
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” Clayton whispers before he leans down and kisses me again. His kiss is hot, hungry, his tongue ravishing every crevice of my mouth. This is unlike any of our other kisses, because this time I can taste the full force of his passion. And it rocks me to my core.
He pulls away and begins to kiss my breast. His tongue licks my nipple and sucks while his hand cups my other breast. I arch up to him, moaning in pleasure. Each sensation is so new to me that I savor every second.
“Oh my God.” The whisper comes out. He pulls up and looks down at me. I can hear his deep breaths. My eyes flutter open and find his. The look he gives me is one of pure ownership. Pure possession. As if I belong to him.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this, Sophie?”
“No.”
“What about this?” His finger touches my hardened nipple.
I shake my head and close my eyes, trying to hide the intense reaction I’m having to his touch.
“Open your eyes.” I take a shaky breath and look up at him.
“Yes or no?” he asks me again.
I can barely even remember what it was he asked.
“No.”
Clayton’s hand moves in between my thighs. “And this?” I instinctively try to close my legs against him. He won’t allow it. His hand moves between my legs. I know I’m wet with need.
“Look at me, Sophie,” he commands. I do as I’m told. “Answer the question.”
“No, Clayton,” I whisper softly. I gasp as he slips a finger inside me. It is such a strange feeling; I don’t know how to react to it. I grab hold of his hand and try to push him out, even though it feels so
good.
Clayton reacts swiftly. Keeping his fingers firmly in place he covers my body which his chest, his mouth finding mine, his tongue moving deeply in my mouth. His fingers begin to move in and out slowly and the feeling that comes over me is so intense that I forget my embarrassment. His thumb touches me softly and I feel like I’m on the precipice of exploding. My hips move with his hand, against it, wanting more, needing more. I don’t even know what I want, but I know he can give it to me.
“You’re so hot for me. I love the way your body responds to me,” he says as he pulls his mouth from mine and licks his way down to my breast again. The feeling of his hands in the most private part of my body is so overwhelming, that I feel myself coming to pieces.
“Clayton!” I scream out as I explode over and over again. My body shakes as I reach climax. It is the most intense feeling I’ve ever had. I tremble, and all I can think is, Holy shit. This is what I’ve been missing? Clayton moves away from me quickly and takes off his pants. In a moment, his body is over mine again and I can feel every part of him. I can feel him against me, touching me. I can barely think; I’m still reeling from the orgasm. But his naked body against mine is making me fill with desire again.
“Sophie, I want you to look at me.”
“Okay,” It’s hard to open my eyes because I’m lost in a vortex of desire. I just want. I hold his shoulders as his hand moves in between my legs again, touching me and making me crazy with longing, and then he slowly eases inside me. I feel an unbelievable tightness as he pushes farther into me. He groans in pleasure and I keep my eyes on him, desperately trying not to close them.
“God, you feel so good,” he whispers. I’m glad. But I’m still trying to get used to the feeling of him inside me. It’s so different, but good.
Just when I think I’m okay with my body feeling so full, he pushes all the way in and I can’t stop the scream that rips out of me. The pain! Holy shit. He’s so damn big!
He leans into me, kissing away the tears that I can’t help, but not before I catch a glimpse of the immense satisfaction on his face. I try to move away from him, but he holds me still.
“Shhh, baby. Give it a second. It will feel good, I promise. I will give you satisfaction.”
How is this supposed to feel good? I have to tell him what I’m thinking.
“You’re too big. We don’t fit.” He licks away one of my tears and chuckles. I can feel his smile against my face.
“We were made to fit, baby.” I suck in my breath at those words.
And before I can respond he kisses me softly, like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him. My fingers move over his warm skin and I kiss him back just as tenderly.
“You’re so exquisite. Your skin is like silk. Your body is paradise. And it’s all mine,” he whispers against my mouth before kissing me again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I feel the now-familiar heat move through my body. The thought of being all his, the feel of him, it all starts to make my body sing again. The liquid fire races through me.
Clayton is wrong. He’s the witch. He seduces me with one look; one touch and I’m lost. His hand moves in between our bodies, where we are joined together, and I feel such intense gratification from this touch that I instinctively lift myself to him and move them slowly, with him deep inside, letting me find my way. And then I forget time, space, who I am, and I just … feel.
It is all the encouragement Clayton needs before he grabs my hips, takes control, and starts to move in deeper, slowly, then out. The sensation is so, so incredible, I can’t think. He moves in again and I meet him. Oh my God. I never want him to stop.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him tightly as I try to take more of him inside. Is it possible? He moves faster, burying his face in my neck, kissing me, licking me. Moaning in pleasure. I hold on to his shoulders, his sinewy arms, and then I feel the build toward climax start again. His fingers grip my ass as he pounds into me harder. And harder. Oh my God. It feels so good.
“Come for me again, Sophie.”
And as if my body was made to obey him, the vortex of bliss begins again. He thrusts in harder and I meet him, wanting to reach the euphoria he wants to give me. I’m frantic with desire as I pull him in deeper, the wave of satisfaction coming for me so hard and fast that I think I’ll die from the exquisite feeling. He pushes further and I reach the peak and explode, climaxing again and again.
It is obviously unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life before. And this time, I scream out his name as the euphoria rocks through my body. He finds his release at that moment, his eyes on me, then buries his head against my neck as he comes inside me, thrusting in and out, prolonging my release, filling me with ecstasy. The last coherent thought I have before falling asleep is that I can’t wait to do it again.
The sun shines brightly in the room, waking me from my perfect slumber. For a minute, I forget where I am. Then I look down and see the tanned, muscled arm wrapped around my waist like a vine. Oh shit. Memories of the night before wash over me. I can feel a blush steal up my body as I think of how shamelessly I behaved. Sleeping with a man, giving myself so completely to him, who would have thought it was possible? That I would be this person? Sophie. Virgin. Walker.
He nuzzles my neck as his arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. I feel his hard-on against my back and in a second I’m warm all over as I think of how much pleasure I felt with him inside me. I wonder if it’s always this good. Do all couples experience this kind of bliss? Before I can think about that for a minute longer, Clayton pulls me on my back and leans over me, smiling.
“I can feel you think, you know,” he tells me. I get butterflies in my stomach as I take in his gorgeous appearance. His hair is mussed from sleep, he has a bit of stubble, and his eyes have that sexy, slumberous look. Good God, he even looks divine in the morning. I wonder if I look a fright. I hope not.
He studies my face for a moment, and then his hand moves to my forehead and pushes my frown down. Mr. Sinclair seems to be in a playful mood.
“Regrets?”
Is he serious? What more could a girl ask for? I’ve heard horror stories over the years about girls losing their virginity. He made it the most perfect experience of my life.
“None,” I answer honestly.
“Then what are you thinking?”
I blush.
“Tell me, Sophie.”
I can’t meet his gaze.
“Just that, you know, you look really good when you wake up,” tumbles out of me.
He doesn’t answer right away, so I look up at him. Oh my. His eyes are heavy with desire and he looks like he wants to attack me. Ahhh, the wolf is back. I kind of like it. Okay, I really like it.
His hand moves up and cups my breast, massaging it softly, rolling my nipple through his fingers, his touch possessive and confident.
“You’re very sexy, you know. You have this innocence about you, even now. Like a beautiful angel … even though I’ve seen the other side of you.” My stomach drops at his words. “And I haven’t even begun to play.”
“Play?” I can’t help but ask softly.
“I’m going to make love to you every which way possible. And then I’m going to show you how to pleasure me. I have so much to teach you, Sophie. Bliss you can’t imagine.”
Oh my God. The way he talks. Who says things like this? I can feel myself getting wet just from his words. Heat and longing course through my veins at the thought of him having his way with me. Yes, he can. I’m all his. I can’t wait to get started. As if he’s tuned in to my body, his hand moves down and his fingers slip inside me, cupping me at the same time. My hips arch up for more. His smile of satisfaction is telling.
“You’re wet for me already. I like that. Because I’ve been up half the night wanting to be so far inside you. And I’ve been thinking about how you’re only mine.”
I want him again. I want to know how to make him as crazy as he makes me. But I can�
��t even find the words.
He spreads my legs and settles between them. My eyes close as I feel him start to enter me. There is a moment of discomfort as my body adjusts to his size and then I forget about that because all I want is for him to be deep inside me. He grabs my hair and twists it in his hand, pulling my face up to his so he can kiss me. It’s open mouth, carnal, his tongue devouring mine roughly, making me so hungry for him that I pull him in.
He thrusts into me. Hard. Filling me up, and God, do I love it. My thighs move up and grip him tightly as I silently begging him to just have me every which way. He rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I groan in satisfaction from the feeling of having all of him inside me. So deep, God, just so deep. He doesn’t move, so I can accustom myself to the feeling of him, both hands still, holding my ass.
My eyes can barely stay open as I look down at him, reveling in the feeling of having him like this. I’m lost in a tsunami of feeling. My lips part, my head tilts back as I grip him, thinking I’ll die if he were to disappear.
“Christ.” Through my passion-filled haze, I look down at him. The look on his face makes me feel crazy with desire. Those eyes, aglow with hunger, eat me alive, like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. His lips are parted and I can hear him hiss with satisfaction as he looks from my breasts to my face. It’s at that moment that I realize how much I turn him on. It’s the most powerful feeling I’ve ever had, knowing that this man wants me so much. I arch my back and let my hands move lightly across his skin, teasing him, testing this newfound power that I have.