“Sit down,” he said, and helped her to sit on the edge of the bed.
He lifted her feet, each in turn, her panties soon going the same way as her bra and dress. Now she was completely naked. He knelt before her, and eased her thighs apart, she resisted, not wanting him to look at her so intimately. Sensing her fear, he kissed the inside of her legs, starting at her calves, turning them slightly to kiss the inside of her knees, a spot she had no idea was so erotic.
Slowly her body opened itself to him, muscles relaxing, skin tingling under his firm gentle fingers. He worked his way higher, closer to her core, to the centre of her need. His lips soft and light, his tongue licking her, tasting her. So caught up in those sensations of pleasure, she allowed him to move her legs, without it registering in her brain. Only when his mouth closed in on its prize did she realise he had lifted her legs over his shoulders. Now, completely exposed to his eyes and his mouth, she cried out as he kissed her clit, his tongue flicking out to make the sensitive little bud throb wildly.
Jennifer thought she would explode. Nothing could have prepared her for this, his tongue sliding inside her wet sex, then rolling over her clit made her see stars. Her fingers gripped at the bed covers, fisting them into a tight ball as she battled to stay in control. It was no good, her orgasm smacked into her so hard and intense she thought she would pass out.
He did not stop. His mouth drawing every last drop from her while her hips bucked off the bed, thrusting herself onto his face. Now she knew why he had gripped her thighs, keeping them apart while she cried out like a wounded animal. Only when her body stilled did he stop, returning to kissing her inner thighs, giving her time to compose herself.
Wiping tears from her eyes, she took deep breaths to calm herself. The strength of her orgasm leaving her weak and tired. There was no way she could make love to him now, she would remain a virgin, and he would be unsatisfied by her. She hated the idea of disappointing him.
He moved onto the bed to lie beside her, smiling at her. “I hope I didn’t disappoint.”
She blushed again, her reaction to his mouth on her instantly igniting her desire for him. “No.” Dumb answer when he had made her feel such pleasure. “I mean it was great.”
He chuckled. “I thought you enjoyed it.”
“Very much,” she murmured, wanting to let him know it was earth shatteringly fantastic, but unable to put it into words.
He lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips. “I want to make love to you Jennifer. You know that?”
She nodded, watching his lips play over her fingers. Turning onto her side, she took the initiative, and used her other hand to ease the towel off him. It had remained around his hips, and now she wanted to see what was underneath. That was until the towel dropped away and she saw how big he was.
Having nothing to compare it to, she figured all men might look that thick and long when they were in such an obvious state of arousal. These thoughts did nothing to calm her anxiety. There was no way he would fit inside her. No way.
“Won’t bite,” he joked, trying to put her at her ease, the fear must have been plain on her face.
Touching him with trembling fingers, she felt him move, his hips pushing forward a little towards her. A sigh escaped his mouth when her hand closed around him, stroking him gently. Sliding her hand along his smooth skin, the hardness of his thick length hidden, she experimented, trying to find what he liked.
He made it easy for her to interpret the effect she had on him. His breath coming in gasps when she gripped him tighter, and his hand gripping hers when her palm covered the head of him. Jennifer found herself relaxing, and growing more confident in her ability to tease and tempt him. The sticky precome appearing on the tip gave her a moment of pause, but she tried to hide it and carry on, feeling him tense under her touch. She guessed he was close to coming, so she was surprised when he stopped her.
“Not yet. I want to be inside you.”
“Inside me?” she squeaked, the meaning not lost on her.
“It’ll be OK. We’ll go slowly.” He turned away from her, and then left the bed, going to his clothes and going through the pockets until he found what he needed. Turning back to her, she watched with some fascination while he undid the packet, and then rolled a condom over his cock.
She gulped down her panic, and her body tensed. What was she supposed to do? Lie on her back, wait for him to guide her. Oh, it was too much, she should get out of here now.
Then he was beside her, his mouth on hers, and is hands stroking her body. Teasing her breasts, brushing her nipples until she squirmed under his touch. Her sex grew heated, her clit already throbbing in need. She wanted him to touch her there, to make her come again. Yet she knew this would be different, and from what she had heard, better. If that was possible.
He eased her back, and then slid between her thighs, his weight supported on his one arm. His fingers slid along the length of her slit, finding her wet and ready for him. However, he didn’t enter her yet, he stroked her clit, probed her heated depths first, taking her to a point where saying no would be impossible for her, the edge was so close.
Only then did she feel the pressure of his cock against her entrance, his lips covering hers to take away the panic when he slid into her an inch at a time. A sudden stinging pain filled her, and she tensed. Harry held her close, and she tried not to cry. She thought he would stop, she should have asked him to, but he penetrated her more, and the pain slowly ebbed away. That was it. Her virginity gone, lost to this wonderfully gentle man.
With each thrust forward, her body yielded to him, sheathing him tightly as he filled her. The friction was incredible, her inner walls stretching for him, feeling every minute movement he made. It was as if he was stroking her most sensitive places, places she never knew existed until this moment.
How much more she could take, she didn’t know. A feeling of intense fullness took over her. And then, with one last thrust, he was buried inside her up to the hilt. Now he lay still, allowing her to get used to his size, there were no words to describe the jumble of feelings inside her. However, as he began to move, pulling back out before pushing back into her, only one feeling filled her, pure pleasure.
Her climax grew slowly at first, her body not used to the signals travelling through it. Then her brain engaged fully, and her orgasm was so close she knew she was about to fall off the edge into a chasm so deep it threatened to consume her. A thought flickered through her mind. She should hang on; make sure Harry was feeling this too. Then it was too late.
Her sex throbbed, gripping his cock, tight and warm around him. To her relief he cried out, and they fell together, crashing down into a sea of cascading emotion. Her hands wrapped around him, her fingernails digging into his flesh while he pumped his seed into the condom. The voice in the room could not possibly be hers, but it was, crying out, calling his name until at last they lay silent, and totally spent. Both emotionally and physically.
What do you say to someone who is almost a complete stranger after such an intimate act? Jennifer had no idea, and struggled with her thoughts. He was staying under her roof tonight, so there had to be some way forward, something to say.
Harry saved her. He kissed her on the shoulder, and said, “That was something else. I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, well, not as much as I thought it might.”
“Good. So why don’t I go and make us dinner. Or we could make it together?”
“Together, that would be good.” Wouldn’t it?
Yes. She went to the bathroom and freshened up. When she came back out, he was dressed in jeans that were nice and tight in all the right places, and a fresh shirt. She quickly dived into her bedroom, and pulled on the best lingerie she owned, and a dress that did a little more for her fuller figure. Well a girl could hope. After living all these years as a virgin, she was quite excited to make the most of the last night he would spend under her roof. Jennifer’s thoughts did not go further than that. She w
ouldn’t allow them to.
It took an effort on Harry’s part, but soon the easiness that they had shared earlier returned. Jennifer got over her awkwardness, and they made dinner together. Harry cooked the steaks while Jennifer chopped the salad, and made a delicious dessert for them. She was in need of something sweet and calorie laden to perk her energy levels back up. A bottle of wine was brought out from the fridge, a gift from a well wisher she could not bring herself to drink on her own.
Soon they were giggling, about one of her letters, and the mention of Grant did not send her back into a fit of depression. Harry was good for her soul, in a way no other person had been since Grant’s death. He lifted her spirits, and made her hopeful for the future.
Only when dessert was over, and they were doing the dishes did she wonder what came next. Separate bedrooms, and separate beds, or more incredible sex. Her body ached to feel him, the very thought of his hands making her wet and ready for him. Certainly, she had a healthy appetite where sex was concerned now, although she thought the only dish to ever satisfy her would be Harry.
She giggled, the effects of the wine getting to her.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, smiling along with her.
“Nothing.” She burst into another fit of giggles.
“Am I going to have to torture it out of you?” he asked, his face dead straight.
“That depends what kind of torture do you have in mind?” she asked, her fuzzy head full of ideas. What if he put her over his knee and spanked her. Oh, she liked the idea of that.
“I don’t know. Are you ticklish?”
“Why don’t you find out?” All she wanted was to feel his hands on her body.
“A challenge. I like those.”
He came close to her, but at the last moment, she flicked water at him from the kitchen tap. It stopped him dead in his tracks, and this time she really did burst out laughing, before running away from the handful of soapsuds that came flying towards her. Screeching wildly as she slipped on the floor, she headed to the living room, dodging behind a chair.
It was a useless flight, he was so much bigger and faster than she was, and if she was honest, she put up little resistance. Why would she run from the thing she wanted most in this world at this very moment?
Maybe he intended to tickle her, and then changed his mind, because the next thing she knew his arms were around her and she was clinging to him while his mouth took her breath away. All thought of giggling disappeared, as her hunger for him consumed her. She held him, her hands going around his neck, her tongue meeting his, not caring that she probably tasted of steak and wine.
“Shall we go to the bedroom?” she asked, when he let her up for air. The press of his hard length against her told her he was as needy as she was.
“I don’t think we’ll make it that far. I can’t wait.”
His words turned her on; her hands went straight to his belt buckle in agreement. Smiling he stripped her naked, and then pulled his shirt off to stand next to her, their skin touching in all the right places.
She stroked his cock, feeling him stiffen further, his pre come already sticky on her hand. He hadn’t exaggerated, he couldn’t wait.
“Lean over the chair,” he instructed.
She did as he asked, her mouth suddenly dry. Behind her, he lifted his jeans and grabbed another condom, quickly fitting it over his erect length. A mixture of emotions took hold of her, she felt slightly stupid, leaning over with her bottom in the air, her breasts hanging down to brush against the arm of the chair. Yet when he moved behind her, and spread her legs wider, the probing of his fingers in her sex, fixed her emotions firmly in the excited position.
The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, a somehow familiar sensation to her already. He pressed forward, quicker this time, his patience thin, and his hunger to be deep inside her taking over. Jennifer dug her fingers into the arm of the chair, bracing herself. He impaled her on his cock, her inner walls adjusting to him, but gripping him like a tight sheath. A wail escaped her, and he drew back.
“No!” Her voice urgent. “I like it.”
He gripped her hips and thrust back into her. The deeper he went the more she expected to feel the stinging sensation again, it never happened. By the time he had impaled her up to the hilt, the fear had passed.
Pulling back out, he thrust back inside her, in one swift stroke. His fingers the only thing stopping her from lunging forward. Over and over he moved, in and out, his hips circling, stretching her wider. She was close to coming, but something was holding her back, her clit needed his attention.
Adjusting her balance, she reached for his hand, and pulled it forward to place it between her thighs, on the sensitive little bud, which throbbed in pleasure. His fingers pinched her, stroked her, and rubbed her, until she cried out. “Oh, oh that’s it. Oh. Right there. Don’t stop.”
She placed her hand over his, pressing his fingers harder, and then moving them to slide over her bundle of nerves. Lost to all sense and reason, his cock jerking into her as he came, she shattered into tiny pieces as her orgasm finally took her.
***
Jennifer woke in the spare room, his body wrapped around hers. She lost track of how many times he made love to her that night. All she knew was her sex was stretched, and ached in a way that would remind her all day about what had passed between them.
She turned over, and stared at his handsome face, wanting to remember what he looked like lying here next to her. Today he would leave to sort out his grandfather, something she knew he needed to do. As she watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest, she promised herself she would not allow any regrets to taint this one special night. It had been worth every incredible moment, and she would not let herself spoil those memories.
He stirred, and she quickly turned away, not wanting him to catch her staring. Stretching, he opened his eyes and looked at her. “Hey, morning.”
“Morning. Did you sleep well?” It seemed like an idiotic question, considering what had passed between them.
“I did, thank you.” He reached up and stroked her hair back from her face. “I hope I haven’t tired you out too much?”
“No. It was...great.”
“Glad to hear it.” He smiled, and her heart flipped over in her chest.
“When do you have to leave?”
His smile faded a little. “Trying to get rid of me?” he asked, trying to keep his voice light, but she saw the tension in his jaw.
“Oh. No, I didn’t mean it like that at all. But I have no idea of the time, and wanted to make you breakfast.”
He leaned forward and kissed her, and she had to hold herself back from making that kiss into something more. She had to let him go.
“I’ll go shower if that’s OK? Then I’ll see if your front door is ready for another coat of paint.”
Jennifer rested her head on the pillow while she watched him get out of bed. His body so perfect she could not drag her eyes away as he made his way to the bathroom. Once the water was running, she dragged herself out of bed, groaning at her reflection in the mirror as she passed by, and headed for her own room. There she found some work clothes that were at least a little flattering, and went down to make breakfast.
Out of character for Jennifer, she didn’t have much appetite, that was not the case for Harry, who ate everything she put before him. When he had finally admitted to being stuffed, he sat slowly sipping his coffee.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” She had been standing at the sink, with her back to him. Now she turned around, apprehensive when she saw his face.
“Will you write to me...when I go back?” He paused, and when she didn’t answer he said. “Only if you feel you could. I’m sorry; it was an insensitive thing to ask.”
Jennifer leaned back, not sure what to say. Writing the letters to Grant had been her way of keeping sane while he was away, it kept him in her thoughts. Throughout her day, she would make a mental
note of the things he would find amusing about the people he also knew.
Harry sat silently, letting her gather her thoughts until at last she answered. “I don’t know what you want from me, Harry. Last night was wonderful, really wonderful. But it came from nowhere, I only just met you, it was so out of character for me.”
“I know. I get that. I suppose it’s different for me. I feel I already knew you.”
“How?”
“Through those letters you wrote Grant. You’re funny, and kind, and slightly crazy if you want the truth. But above all you are real. Through all the shit that happened, I guess I hung on to your voice as much as Grant did. Eventually I think I looked forward to your letters more than Grant. It’s crazy, I know...”
“No. It’s very sweet. But I have to be honest. I don’t know if I can let myself even think of entering a relationship with you.”
“Oh.” His face dropped, the same insecurity she had seen in him the first day sweeping over him. “I get it.”
“No. I don’t think you do.” She went to him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close to her and burying her face in his chest. In a very small voice, she let him know her doubts, her fears. “I don’t know if I can allow myself to love anyone again. Least of all a soldier.”
She hated herself for that last sentence, and instantly wished she could take it back. However, it was the truth, and she could not lead him on.
“I never thought of your feelings. I understand you’ve just lost Grant, but please don’t turn me away because of that.”
“It’s not just Grant. It’s my parents, everyone I’ve ever loved. What if I’m a jinx, bad things happen to people I love.”
“So is your answer to never love again?”
“It was. Until you turned up on my doorstep. Now I don’t know what to think.”
“Then at least my coming here has opened up the prospect of a new life for you. If you can’t pick me, Jennifer, then at least promise me you will find someone to cherish you, as much as I do.”
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