Christ! This night was a disaster. “Sienna, wait.” I began to chase after her. Not that I had to run. She was only a few feet in front of me.
“What?” She spun around, her eyes full of water, and I felt even worse. The last thing I wanted was for her to cry. Girls like her should never cry. “I think we should just call it a night. I have to work tomorrow, anyway.”
I couldn’t really argue with that. I had fucked up big time and did not hide my shock of her virginity status. We walked back to the apartment in silence as I kept thinking the same thing over and over. How could she not have had sex? What man wouldn’t want her? It did, however, make sense of all the nerves and constant blushing. She wasn’t used to this—any of it.
Here I’ve been thinking about sinking my cock into her all night long, and she has never even been kissed. Christ. I well and truly fucked this date up. No second. No third. No Sienna.
The thought was unsettling, tugging and squeezing my heart at the thought of just being friends. I didn’t know if I could give her up so easily. I wouldn’t. Following behind her as the doors opened, I tried to think of something to say, to try and salvage any chances I had. Unfortunately, I couldn’t think of a way to fix this.
It was she that spoke first when she stood by her door. “Aside from the ex and my embarrassing confession, I really did have a good time tonight.”
“You had a good time?” I asked, confused. I would have guessed she would apply for a lease termination first thing in the morning and move far away from me.
She nodded, smiling as her hand played with her key. “The restaurant and the walk. I’ve never been on a date before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.”
“Usually, there’s no ex-girlfriends interrupting them.” I pointed out.
“Aside from those couple of hiccups, I enjoyed the night.”
Her first date ever. Even though I was completely sober, I felt drunk. I was intoxicated by her. “I have one more question for you.”
“Oh, god,” she giggled softly, her back against the door. “May as well ask, since it’s a night for awkwardness and all.”
“Why the fuck hasn’t anyone asked you out?” God, I couldn’t find any reasons why no one would want her.
The blush was back, and she looked embarrassed within herself once more. “I was teased a lot. You know, red hair and all. People can be cruel, so if a guy showed any interest, I wouldn’t believe him.”
“You agreed to date me.”
The corners of her lips twitched upwards into a smile. “Because, I really, really like you.”
Oh, baby, I like you too.
My breathing turned shallow as I stepped in closer towards her. I gave up thinking, always questioning myself. Grabbing her by the waist, I heard a slight yelp as she lost her footing. I kept her upright and held her as I spun her around and pushed her back. My hands were on either side of her face as I stepped forwards and pressed her back hard against my apartment door. My body was to hers, our face nearing as I parted my lips and kissed her with all the pent-up frustration, desire, and need to have her in my life.
Her mouth was so soft, kissing back. I tasted the coconut lip balm and fought the urge to devour her even harder. She tasted good. So damn good.
Her tongue was following my lead as I grabbed her ass, my hand snaking up her thigh. I was hard, on the verge of blowing kind of hard. To my surprise, she let out a soft moan and grasped my ass, gripping tightly, pushing herself against me more. Grinding, almost.
“Come in?” I groaned, skimming my lips down her neck, kissing and sucking. Pulling away for a moment to gauge her reaction, I said, “I don’t want to say good night just yet.”
“Unlock your door before Mrs Benton comes out and scolds you for touching me,” she giggled, dragging her fingers through my hair.
I moaned back, gripping her thighs as I lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist automatically. “I believe you’re the one who has their hands all over me.” I pointed out, as her hands loosened the tie swiftly and were now beginning to undo the front of my shirt. “God, you’re so sexy.”
“Just unlock the door.” She grinned. I paused, finding my key in my wallet and pushing it to the keyhole. “You’re sexy, too.”
We parted for a moment, and I looked at her, making sure this is what she wanted. I searched for a sign that she didn’t want this or was uncomfortable. She was biting her lip, breathing heavily, and wearing this big grin. It was the same smile I wore. I couldn’t have felt any happier right now.
Our mouths crashed once more, and I groaned, tasting her yet again. This night was far from over as I unlocked the door and carried her in.
I wanted to fuck her.
I didn’t fuck her.
I kissed her. I kissed her for what felt like hours, exploring each curve of her body like a road map, wanting to know every inch—the way she felt underneath the tips of my fingers—relishing in the touch, taste, and scent of her. My arousal was thick, throbbing with need as her soft body clung to mine.
Her hands had unbuttoned my shirt, our lips only parting a moment as her jumpsuit was pulled from her arms and down her waist. The look on her face as she lay beneath me on the couch was breathtaking. Those big green eyes were full of playfulness and curiosity.
My eyes trail over her as I kneeled above her, mesmerized by every one of her curves. She was a goddess.
I took in a heavy breath as her palm rubbed over the front of my black slacks. “You don’t have to,” I told her.
She smiled, biting down on her full lower lip. “I know… but I want to touch you.”
Who was I to deny her?
“I’m not expecting it.” She needed to know that. I had no expectations from this night at all. Hell, I would have been a happy man with just a kiss and the promise of a next date. Her hand cupped and squeezed my length. I groaned. “Jesus… Fuck.” I felt like a sixteen-year-old about to blow too soon.
My groin flexed into her, and I lowered once again, kissing her as my fingers skimmed over the lace of her panties. I had to taste her.
I needed to taste her.
Without warning, I moved off the couch and was on my knees. Grasping both her ankles, I pulled her down further and spread those legs, kissing up the inside of her ankles towards the inner of her soft, milky thighs. Her hands pried my head away, and I looked up as I kept kissing.
“I’m going to make you come with my tongue,” I murmured, hooking my fingers under the fabric of her lace panties, slowly pulling it down.
“You… what?”
Her breathing quickened, her rosy cheeks flushed as I pulled her feet from the panties and placed her foot on my shoulder. My cock was straining against my pants as I stared at her pussy. “Christ.” I groaned.
“What…” She fought to close her thighs shut from my view, but I held them open as I stared directly at her mound.
For a virgin, she was completely bare. “This is a first for me…” I hadn’t ever fucked a woman who wanted oral or who had a waxed cunt. Trimmed yes, but bare? Never.
She looked confused while aroused still. Her moans filled the room as I finally brought her to climax. I had to figure out what she liked, and it took a while, but I didn’t mind. I would have sucked and licked her sweet pussy all night if she let me. I couldn’t get enough. Her taste was intoxicating.
The fact no other man had been here before drove me wild for her.
Sienna’s fingers were pulling at my hair, but her grip slowly loosened, her legs around my head quivering as she came down from her high. Kissing the insides of her thighs as I pulled away, I sat back on my knees.
I was wet, flushed, and panting. “You look so beautiful right now.”
“I’m… that was…”
I chuckled, coming in for a kiss. “A bit speechless?”
She nodded as I skimmed my mouth over hers. “Yeah. A little.”
“Stay the night..?” I said, not wanting to kick her out. “I want to hold you all night.
”
Her hands roamed over my back and shoulders as she pulled back and gave me that little nod, right before she kissed me again. “I’d love to stay the night with you.”
***
Rolling over in bed, I reached out to pull her body back against mine; instead, it was cold, and my arm was holding onto a pillow. I shot up, head throbbing as I looked around, searching for a sign that I hadn’t just dreamt that entire night. I couldn’t have, could I?
“Looking for someone?” her voice called out. She was entering the bedroom with a store brought recycled bag.
Instantly, I relaxed and smiled. “I thought you’d left,” I said, my voice husky with sleep.
“Well, I did have to call up work and fake a sickie, but I thought you might be hungry, so I grabbed breakfast.” She waved the bag around, and I noticed she was wearing one of my jumpers and a pair of her yoga pants. She could keep that jumper.
“You called in sick? That’s naughty.” I smirked, watching as she made her way over to the left of the bed, sitting down beside me. “You should take some clothes off. You look too hot.”
“I think that could be arranged.” She grinned. “But first, let’s eat.”
This woman was like a sex kitten, except she was a virgin. I didn’t expect her to come back to the bed when I suggested a sleepover and then blow me. She kneeled on her knees in front of me and sucked me empty. It didn’t take long for me to come, but when I did, I could have ripped the hair out of her head. It was that fucking good.
“So, you brought breakfast?”
“I’m really not much of a cook. Much to my bragging, you would probably end up with food poisoning.” She admitted, laughing. “I don’t have the work schedule to bake all day.”
“Good thing you know how to give mouth to mouth… as well as something else.” I teased, taking the toasted sandwich from her.
She nudged me with her foot, laughing as she pulled off her shirt and quickly jumped underneath the covers. She then shimmied her body to get the black yoga pants off. “Don’t tease. I might never do it again.”
“You can’t give me head like that and not expect me to want it again. Well, after you were sure it wasn’t going to bite you.”
“I wasn’t thinking that!” She sounded horrified.
I laughed, sitting up more as I brought my arm around her and pulled her close. “You did stare at it for a bit, though.”
“You do realise I see penis’s all the time with work. I was just…”
“Just?” I pressed, eager to know.
“You have a nice-looking penis if you must know.” Her cheeks were as bright as the tomato in my sandwich.
My ego went through the roof as I have never received a compliment like that before. “Nice-looking? Girls judge on the way it looks?” That was something I didn’t know.
“Well, I don’t know, but I like how you are there. It’s tidy, and your penis is really nice. Now, can we change the subject because it’s embarrassing to talk about.”
I stopped my teasing, and we laid in bed eating. It was a lazy Sunday, doing absolutely nothing. We laughed, talked, and kissed a hell of a lot. It was a struggle to keep my hands to myself. Our phones weren’t even in the room with us. We spent the day without a TV on, just talking and enjoying each other’s company. I couldn’t remember the last time I had done something like this, letting the world pass us by and just talk about life and future goals. I discovered Sienna had no intention of becoming a doctor and that a paramedic was what she loved being. The thrill of the daily unknown excites her. She wanted children and had already chosen their names. When I asked what they would be, she told me I had to wait.
The thought of kids with her, after one date, didn’t at all scare the shit from me.
Jasmine did come up, and although I didn’t want to talk any more about her, I answered her question. “I honestly don’t know why she keeps calling.”
Her voice faltered. “She isn’t... pregnant?”
It didn’t cross my mind. I couldn’t help but scoff at the thought. “Wouldn’t be mine if she was. Haven’t slept with her in over half a year. Actually, probably closer to a year.”
“Do you sleep with many women?”
“No, I haven’t. You’ve been the first that I’ve kissed since her.”
“So I’m the rebound...” she trailed off.
“No.” I knew where this was heading. Turning, I faced her on my side. “You’re definitely not a rebound for me.”
“What am I then?” she asked softly, stroking her fingers over my cheek. “The girl across the hall?”
“I’d much rather call you my girlfriend.” I pointed out.
Her eyes widened, her mouth beaming as she lunged herself at me. “Girlfriend? Does that make you my boyfriend?”
“You bet it does.” My arms pulled her close as I wrapped them around her. Pushing her back to me, I began tickling, ignoring her squeals of laughter as I dug my fingers into her hips.
Her laughter grew louder, and I stopped before she wet the bed. My sister did that once. It was not fun to experience. Not fun to clean up, either. I thought about confessing to her about this real-life fantasy I was having, but how would that sound? She wouldn’t buy it. Not even I would buy that.
The shower wasn’t built for more than one person, as I soon found out when she mentioned needing one. I offered to join her, and here we were in a middle of a shower for two. Rubbing body wash into my body, her fingers tugged on my dark chest hair when she looked up, her hair wet. They appeared darker with that wide eyes of hers, naïve-looking even as she stood on her tippy toes to kiss me. “I can’t stop smiling. It’s crazy.”
“Me either.” She had the same effect on me. I kissed her back, and my cock pressed against her stomach. It was a reaction I couldn’t control.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Her bluntness took me by surprise.
Did I imagine hearing that? “I’m sorry?”
“You heard me.” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “I told you that I wasn’t a virgin by choice.” She looked shy, her gaze soon focused on the bubbles going down the drain. I would like to think she was gazing lovingly at my cock, but I doubted that.
“Maybe we shouldn’t rush into that?” I couldn’t just fuck her. I would much rather make love to her. “There’s plenty of time for that later, yeah?”
She bit her lip once more, nudging me with both hands. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Momentarily, my eyes closed. Just the thought of being buried inside her was driving my desire. “Yes, I want to fuck you.” I wouldn’t deny that when she was naked and wet in front of me. This shower wasn’t big enough for us both, but we were squished in here making it work; hence the reason my cock was so hard.
“What if I wanted to?” she asked, quietly.
I cupped her face with both hands. “Sweetheart, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything with me. I’m more than happy to wait.” Yeah, but my raging hard on and seeping pre-come was giving away my desire to be inside her.
Her hands covered mine as she pressed our bodies closer. “I don’t want to wait. I want to live in the moment, and I know I won’t regret it. I want this. I want you.”
Eying her as I stepped forward just enough to press her back against the dark tiled wall, my eyes locked into hers without wavering, staring her down. Waiting for some signal that she wasn’t ready, I leant in, letting the water spray on my back. I brought my hand to the curve of her left breast and traced a thumb against her pert nipple. I gave it a soft tweak, watching her reaction. Her eyes closed softly as I skimmed my fingertips lower, briefly grazing the curve of her hip before falling lower to the smooth skin of her pussy. Tracing up and down her folds, I slipped a finger in and pressed against her clit. She was wet. The heat was noticeable when I kept my thumb to her clit and slipped in the middle finger.
“Do you really want it?” I asked, surprising myself with how gravelly my own voice sounded. I withdrew alm
ost, and then I pushed back in deeper adding another finger.
Her green eyes reappeared as her lids flew open. I expected to see them tense. She was instead aroused. “Yes, I want you so bad.”
Oh, baby, I want you so bad too. I groaned as I felt her hand wrapping around the base of my cock, stroking. “You want my cock inside you to feel how fucking good I can make you feel?”
“Yes.”
I couldn’t really deny her wishes now, could I?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“I can’t think of anything better than you wet and wanting my cock.”
She made a slightly groaning sound as I moved off her body, my eyes still on her. “Stop teasing me.”
“Teasing would be my cock running up and down your slit before I fucked you, making you beg for my cock,”—I glanced up with a half-smirk as I nudged her thighs wide open—“or even making you wait. I’m going straight in.”
“Like fast and hard?” There was no mistake. She sounded panicked.
Now, I knew she was a virgin, and well, I hadn’t ever fucked one before, so this was all new to me. I wasn’t stupid or too focused on myself. This couldn’t be rushed. She needed to relax and not worry about the pain.
Unfortunately, it would be quick for us both if she kept on squirming.
The next thought that occurred in my mind was a condom. “Uh, shit.” I groaned. “We can’t.”
“What? No.” She panted, resting up on her elbows. “Why?”
“I don’t have any condoms,” I muttered, slightly embarrassed. “Unless?” I raised a brow.
She got the drift of where this was going. “I’m not on anything. Fertile as hell over here.”
“Fuck.”
“Why can’t we use the ones in your drawer?” she asked all of a sudden. “I wasn’t snooping. I just wanted to find a key this morning, so I didn’t wake you back up.”
I frowned, unsure what she was referring to. “There’s none in—” I groaned as I reached across her, pulling open the black drawer. Of course, the present I had forgotten about from my mother! I was beyond mortified. “Jesus Christ. I’m going to kill her.”
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