by S. E. Lund
As he opened the door to the building, I felt like fate had brought us both to that point. All my life, I’d known I wanted him to be the one.
I took in a deep breath and crossed the threshold.
Chapter 11
Hunter
I held Celia's hand the entire time, not wanting to let go in case she changed her mind. Part of me fought with myself, a silent internal battle that said I should take her back right now and never see her again. The other part—the part that was weak, the part that wanted to be happy—won.
There were three bedrooms in the apartment above the gym. Mine was in the corner of the apartment, facing the street. An ensuite bathroom was off to the rear of the large room. In the middle, a four-poster king-sized bed dominated the room, layered with silky sheets and thick comforters and pillows. It was ostentatious, but my stepmother had hired an interior decorator to do the apartment over when my father decided to sell our house in Cambridge and move downtown. The renovations had turned the apartment into a stylish home with all the appointments. It was nice—and would be a stark contrast to my new living quarters in the barracks when I went to boot camp at Parris Island.
I pulled Celia into the apartment after quietly unlocking the door when we reached the top of the stairs to the third floor. The apartment was dark except for a light over the kitchen island. My brother and father had gone to bed, so we had the place to ourselves, but Conor was a light sleeper, as was my father. I held my finger up to my lips to signal to Celia that we should be quiet.
Still, I wanted to grab a couple of beers from the fridge. I didn’t plan on drinking, but maybe Celia might like something to help her relax. I knew from her kiss earlier that she was eager for us to fuck, but this was something that had to be handled carefully. It couldn’t be rushed. As tired as I was, and as sore as my face was despite the pain meds, I wanted it, too.
We tiptoed down the hallway to my room. After I closed the door and locked it, she almost jumped me when I turned around, her arms going around my neck.
"Finally," she said, her voice breathless.
"Not so fast," I said with a smile, pleased at her eagerness, but wanting to slow her down. "This isn’t something you rush."
She laughed softly and kissed me while I held her waist with one hand and the two bottles of Corona with the other.
"You're not nervous?" I asked, pulling away, taking her hand so I could lead her to the bed.
"I'm impatient," she said and sat on the edge while I stood in front of her and opened one bottle, handing it to her. She took it and waited while I opened the other, then we clinked our bottle necks together.
"To us," I said.
"To us," she replied. She took a long sip, like she needed some liquid courage. For my part, I took a miniscule sip just to drink with her. Then I took her bottle and put both down on the bedside table and stepped closer, so that I was standing between her legs while she sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress was high enough that we could put our arms around each other.
I kissed her, slipping my arms around her, pulling her against my body. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I broke the kiss and pushed her down onto the bed, lying on top of her, taking her hands in mine and threading our fingers together. I watched her face for a moment, drinking in her features. I wanted to remember everything about this night—every expression on her face, every sight and sound and scent and taste.
She was so beautiful to me at that moment. Her long hair was spread out on the bed beneath her head. Her dark doe eyes were half open and dark with lust, her skin flushed with desire. Her body beneath me had all the right curves to make a man dizzy with lust, from her ample breasts to her small waist and very round hips. I couldn’t wait to grab them and thrust into her when it was finally time.
She was so ripe and, I expected, so juicy that I was hard as a rock at the prospect of stripping her naked and eating her until she cried out loud.
Most of all, I wanted it to be memorable for her. I felt a great responsibility for her pleasure. Part of me was secretly glad she was still a virgin. She was old enough now, at nineteen, to know what she wanted and to be eager for it. If she had been younger when she lost her virginity, she might have been less in control, more open to manipulation by some randy boy her age who knew nothing about pleasuring a woman.
I still felt it would be best for Celia to be with someone who loved her, who wanted to be with her more than just a night, which was all I could give her considering my situation, but I cared about her. More than someone like Greg would have.
"You sure you want this?" I whispered into her ear. I kissed her neck and then pulled back so I could catch her eye. "You can say no and I'll stop at any time."
"Yes, Hunter, I want this," she said, frowning at me. "I want you."
That was all I needed. I kissed her again, deeply, claiming her mouth, sucking her tongue into mine while I ground my erection against her. I wanted to work her up as much as possible so she'd be panting with lust before I even took off her clothes.
I pulled off her sweater, revealing her lacy red bra, her breasts spilling out on either side. Then I unzipped her jeans and slipped them off, so that she lay on the bed, her knees hanging off the end, wearing only her bra and a matching lacy red thong.
God, the way her skin contrasted to the red of her underwear was amazing. She could have been a pinup girl with her curves, and my erection strained at my jeans at the sight of her. She bit her lip as if she were nervous and so I lay on top of her and pulled her lip down with a finger.
"Don't bite that lip," I said, my voice husky with lust. "Let me."
I kissed her again, taking her bottom lip in between my teeth gently, pulling on it just a bit before I kissed her deeply once more. While I kissed her, I ran my hands over her body, from her softly rounded hip to her waist, and then cupping one breast in my hand.
"You are so lush," I almost growled. I pulled down the fabric of her bra and kissed my way down from her jaw to her neck, and then over her collarbone. I glanced down and saw the full roundness of her bare breast pushed up from the bra, her nipple hardening in the cool air. I ran my tongue all around the curve of her breast then swiped it over the hard bud of her nipple. She groaned and arched her back, pressing her breast up towards my face.
I denied her, wanting to tease her for as long as possible. Instead, I blew on her wet nipple, enjoying the way she shivered, her skin all goosebumps, her nipple even more tightly erect. I repeated this with the other side, sliding the fabric down below her breast so that it was pushed up and out. I licked her skin all over without touching the nipple, leaving it until last, and she gasped once more when I quickly lapped my tongue over it.
"Please," she whispered, her eyes closed, her body writhing under me.
I smiled, enjoying her built-up desire.
"Be patient," I said, my voice firm. "I intend to make you beg for it."
She smiled at that, her eyes still closed. "Haven't I already done that?" Finally, she opened her eyes and met mine, her lips curved.
"Not nearly enough."
I squeezed her breasts with both hands, kneading them, then pushing them together before swiping my tongue over each nipple, one after the other. She inhaled deeply, her eyes rolling up in her head, her hands gripping the covers.
Finally, I took one hard bud into my mouth and sucked, indulging myself in what I had been imagining ever since I’d seen her at the beach party. I ran my tongue around and around, enjoying the way her nipple hardened beneath it. I stopped all motion and was rewarded when she arched her back, desperate for more contact.
"Don't stop," she whispered. I repeated my motions with the other breast, squeezing it, pulling her nipple into my mouth and running my tongue around the nipple before sucking hard. "Oh, God," she moaned, almost panting.
I continued to move from one nipple to the other until she was writhing beneath me.
Finally, I released her
breasts and ran my tongue down her abdomen to her navel, which I circled, then lower to the lacy thong. Her thighs were already spread to accommodate me, and I pressed them open even wider. Her panties were damp, but I wanted them even more damp, so I ran my tongue over her, feeling the cleft between her lips, pressing my tongue hard against her.
She moved her hips, hungry for more sensation. I denied her at first, licking down her thighs and then up again. I could barely wait to pull off her thong, but enjoyed the visual of her lying there beneath me, her bra pulled down, her breasts jutting up, her nipples hard, and her thighs spread.
I pulled the fabric of her thong to the side, exposing her pussy. It was closely trimmed, the dark hair short so that I could see her inner labia and clit, glistening with moisture.
"So nice," I murmured, pressing her legs farther apart. "Nice and wet."
I licked her slowly, running my tongue up and over her labia without lingering on her clit and she shuddered, her body trembling.
"You like that, do you?" I said, my voice gruff with lust.
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes closed.
I studied her, hungrily taking in her nice wet pussy, on display for me, her red lace thong pulled to one side.
"Do you want me to lick you again?"
I waited, watching her face. She kept her eyes closed tightly and was breathing fast.
"Yes," she said, wriggling her hips like she was trying to tempt me. I smiled, enjoying her pent-up desire.
"Yes, what?"
She said nothing and then finally, she opened her eyes. "Are you going to make me say it?"
"Yes."
She bit her bottom lip once more. "Lick me again," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What? I couldn’t hear you."
She glanced down and caught my eye, which was my intention. I wanted her to see me with my face between her legs, my mouth so close to her clit. I wanted her to ask me to lick her. I enjoyed her saying the words.
"Lick me, please," she said, her voice louder now and sounding a bit desperate.
"Lick your what?"
I waited, wanting to see what she said.
"Whatever the hell you want," she replied, frustrated with the little game I was playing with her.
She clearly didn’t feel comfortable saying ‘clit’ or ‘pussy’ out loud, so I said it for her. I wanted her to feel completely wanton.
"Do you want me to lick your pussy? Suck your clit?"
"Yes," she said, groaning audibly. "Yes."
"Say it," I said, kissing her inner thigh. "I want to hear the words."
She was panting now, her face flushed. "Lick my pussy," she said, her voice tortured. "Suck my clit."
I did. I licked her slowly and deliberately, then pressed my lips over her clit and sucked, my tongue rolling over the hard nub.
"Ohh," she cried out, her back arching. "Oh, God…"
I smiled again, pleased at the way she responded.
Then I stood and pulled off her thong, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. I reached to her and sat her up, then unlatched the front closure of her bra so her breasts fell out free. They were fantastic, heavy and round, her nipples small and hard and calling out for attention.
I pushed her back onto the bed and lay on top of her once more, still fully clothed myself, enjoying having her naked beneath me.
"Aren't you going to undress?" she asked, her dark eyes wide.
I shook my head. "Shh," I said and held my finger over her lips. "Let me lead."
Her eyes widened at that. She knew what I meant. I wanted to control her. I enjoyed control during sex, but most of all, I enjoyed having her shudder beneath me, responding to my touch.
My own pleasure, my own orgasm, was the smallest part of this. That would come, but first I wanted to drive her crazy with lust so that when I finally entered her for the first time, when I filled her up, she'd be ready. So ready she'd pop with only a few thrusts.
I pulled off her so that she lay beneath me, her arms beside her head. I stood up, pulling her legs away from my waist, one hand on each of her knees so I could see her completely open. I ran my hands down the inside of her thighs, my fingers soft, slipping beside but not touching her labia, then up over her belly. She gasped, her breathing hitching in her throat. I touched her all over, her breasts, her nipples, her neck, up her arms to her hands, kissing her as I lay on top of her once more. I slid my hands back down again, stopping to touch her, slipping my fingers over her mound, sliding between her outer lips, my thumb finding her hard clit, the sensation making her back arch.
"You're so fucking perfect." I licked each nipple as I cupped her breasts, running my teeth softly over each one until they were hard, sucking each one in turn, each time making her gasp with increased desire.
I pulled her up farther on the bed, then spread her thighs once more and began to lick and suck her pussy. She groaned, her back arching. I slipped a finger inside of her then, and found her tight but nice and wet.
I stroked her while I tongued her clit, sucked it, slipping my finger in more deeply, wondering if I could stretch her enough so it wouldn't hurt when I replaced my finger with my cock.
She groaned when I stopped, moving her hips.
"Shh," I said. "We have to take it slow."
"Please…"
I smiled to myself. She was ready. "Please, what?"
"Please don't stop."
I lowered my mouth to her once more. "Tell me when you're close," I said, stopping my motions.
I touched her clit lightly then withdrew my finger. She strained, pressing her hips up, searching for the sensation. Her body was shaking, her face flushed.
Then I kissed her once more before rising and removing my shirt, my belt and jeans, and my boxers. I didn't need any stimulation—I was already hard as a rock and dripping.
"Do you have a condom?" she asked, her eyes opening as she lay back on the bed. I was already rifling through the bedside table, where I kept a box.
"Help me," I said and she sat up, her eyes wide when she saw my erection. "Have you ever seen one before?"
She shook her head. "Just pictures online. Porn."
"You watched porn?"
"Of course," she said, laughing softly. "We all did. Just to see what it's like."
I smiled, amused that this virgin had been watching online porn. What must she have thought about it? MILFs and creampies and facials?
"Touch it if you want."
She gripped me, her hand closing around my shaft.
"It's hot and hard," she said, smiling softly. Then she licked the head and I groaned out loud. "I always imagined doing that."
"I imagined you doing it to me."
That seemed to encourage her, and she took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue around the rim. My body tensed, my dick throbbing.
"Oh, that's so good."
She pulled back and looked up into my eyes. "Am I doing it right?"
"You're doing it perfectly," I replied, my hand in her hair to encourage her even more. She complied, sucking gently on the head, knowing enough to watch her teeth. I could have let her continue but my focus was her pleasure, so I gently pulled out of her mouth and handed her the condom.
"Place it on the head and unroll it," I instructed. She complied, taking the condom and doing as I said. Once it was in place, I pushed her onto the bed on her back and placed both her thighs over my shoulders, wanting to make her orgasm at least once before I entered her. I wanted her as wet and as swollen as I could get her. The more relaxed she was, the less it would hurt, and that was my goal. I wanted her first sexual experience to be good, so she'd want more and more after that.
It was purely selfish on my part. The truth was that I wanted her virginity to be mine. I'd be her first and I wanted her to remember me and this night all her life.
I continued licking and sucking her, a finger inside to stimulate her g-spot, and soon she was writhing under my mouth.
"Oh God," she g
asped, her hands gripping the sheets. "I think I'm going to…"
Then her orgasm began. I felt it—her body clenching around my finger, her clit practically vibrating under my tongue. I continued to stimulate her clit, enjoying as her body trembled, her muscles all tensing. I watched as her nipples hardened and knew she was in total ecstasy.
She groaned, her hands reaching down to take hold of my head. "Stop, stop!" she cried out. I knew she'd become too sensitive, so I stopped licking her clit.
"Oh God, that was so good," she said, breathing hard.
I rose and leaned over her, staring down into her face. "You liked that, did you?"
She smiled, her eyes closed. "You can do that anytime you want."
"I might just take you up on that offer," I replied, kissing her mouth.
Now it was time to deflower her. I pressed the tip of my erection against her, pressing between the lips of her sex.
"If I continue, you can maybe come again," I said, and rubbed her clit lightly with the tip.
"Whatever you say," she said and opened her eyes.
I began to work her up again, this time using my cock instead of my tongue. I licked her nipples and bit them softly until they hardened into peaks. I ran my tongue all over her breasts and down her belly, licking her, slowly at first, then with more insistence until I felt her clit harden once more. She thrust against my mouth, hungry to feel my tongue on her.
I stood up and rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, the slick wetness of it feeling almost as good as her mouth. I thrust my hips, running my hard length against her, teasing the opening to her body with the head, repeating the motion, hoping to bring her to the edge.
I entered her finally, pushing the head of my cock past her entrance while I stimulated her clit. She took in a deep breath and waited. I pressed more firmly, slipping inside a bit more.
"Ohh," she said, her eyes widening. I pulled out and stroked her clit once more with the head, leaning down to suck her nipples.
I tried again to enter her, this time pushing deeper until I heard her sharp intake of breath.
I kept pulling out my cock when I heard her respond until I was a few inches inside her. Not my entire length, but enough that she was stretched. Then I stimulated her clit, determined to make her come with my cock at least partially inside of her. I wanted her to know what it felt like to come around my cock. To feel a cock inside of her when she orgasmed.