before. Instead of being shocked by it, she was aroused, incredibly aroused. She was wet, she did want him inside her and she did want him to come in her over and over again. She wished she could tell him that the way he told her everything he was feeling, but the words were trapped in her brain so she told him how much she wanted him with her touch.
His chest rose and fell rapidly. His head fell back on the pillow. He was the most erotic, sexy, sensual, dirty-mouthed man she’d ever known, and if she could just tell him that, everything would be better.
“Say something, Clover,” he said, and she heard the plea in his voice. “I’m feeling alone over here.”
“I...”
“Say something. Anything.”
“I want you,” she said.
“How? Where?”
“Inside me. Deep.”
She saw the outline of his smile.
“Good,” he said. “You should.”
“I mean it, Erick,” she said. She loved the sound of his name on her lips. “That wasn’t a fantasy. I’m asking you to do it.”
“Asking me to what? Say it. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“I want you inside me. Please.”
“Tongue, fingers, cock?”
“All of them. But cock first.”
“Now?”
“Please—”
He moved so fast she was on her back before she could say “and thank you.”
She lifted her hips to help him slide her panties off. This was insane. They’d only had their first kiss three hours ago. But she felt like a runaway train, no stopping her or him or them or this. And she didn’t want it to stop. Not now. Not ever.
Erick pushed her thighs apart with his knees and took his cock in his hand.
“Are you wet enough?” he asked.
“Drowning.”
He braced himself over her and she lay flat on the bed beneath him, ready and eager and waiting. She flinched in pleasure as the tip of his penis grazed her swollen clitoris.
“Wider,” he said, and she lifted her knees and spread her thighs. He pushed the tip through her wet folds and entered her. As he lowered himself onto her, his cock went deeper inside her. She heard a moaning sound, low and dirty, and realized it was coming from her.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Erick rasped into her ear. “And burning up inside.” He slid his arm under her to hold her hard against his chest. She felt weak in his arms, weak and faint and small. She liked it. He pumped his hips into hers, pushing his cock deeper. Gasping she dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she pushed back against him. She didn’t want him inside her. She needed him inside her. It was life or death. At least, it felt like it in the moment.
“That’s it,” he said as he thrust into her again. “Show me how much you want it. Show it to me, beautiful.”
She opened her legs wide, dug her heels into the bed and pushed up and up against him as he bore down on her, thrusting harder, pounding her like he’d warned her he would. It was hard sex, not rough but she definitely felt everything all the way into her stomach. With him on top of her and his arms around her, holding her so tightly she felt like a princess in a book, being taken and ravished and used by some sort of barbarian warrior.
And she loved it.
He had her pinned down, nailed to the bed. She couldn’t escape, couldn’t move anything but her arms and her hips. And the best part was she didn’t want to escape, didn’t want to move from him. She just wanted to lie here underneath him and let him fuck her for the rest of her life.
She tried to tell him but he had something to say instead.
“Your pussy’s so tight it feels like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“I haven’t.”
Erick froze midthrust and looked down at her.
“Don’t stop,” she said, wrapping her legs around his thighs to hold him inside her. “Please, please, please don’t stop.”
“Not stopping,” he said. “Not ever.”
He kissed her mouth and she couldn’t help but sigh with relief when he started to move inside her again. At first he was careful with her, too careful, like he was afraid to hurt her. She didn’t want that. She wanted it like it was before. She lifted her hips again into his, letting him know with her body how much she wanted what he had to give her. He took the hint and thrust a little harder, then a little harder than that. She had to say something. If she were him, she’d be silently freaking out, so she had to tell him something to make him relax and enjoy it again as much as he had before.
“I wanted it to be just like this,” she said.
“Like how?” he asked.
“Everything you do feels so good to me.”
“Does this feel good?” he asked as he slowly pulled his cock out to the tip and thrust it back in.
“Yes... Again...”
He pulled back out to the tip, thrust in again, back out, in again, pausing before each thrust, making her wait for it, making her miss it inside her before giving it back to her.
“I want you to come for me,” he said. “I want to feel it on my cock. Can you come? Are you close?”
Her thighs were tight as knots and her lungs burned and every time he entered her, her vagina clenched down onto him.
“So close,” she said, nodding against his shoulder.
“Good. Come for me, then, baby. I need you to come for me.”
He needed her to come for him... It should have intimidated her, but it didn’t. He wanted her to orgasm as much as she did.
Erick released his rough hold on her to give her more room to move underneath him. She clutched the sheets in her fingers as he braced himself over her, his hands on either side of her shoulders. Where their bodies met and joined, she felt the most deliciously intense pulsing sensation, a rhythmic throbbing that she wanted to feel forever. He drove into her with long thrusts designed to draw every bit of pleasure out of the movement as possible. Each penetration grazed her clitoris and each withdrawal left her aching for the next thrust. It was happening; she was there, so close. Yes, this is how she wanted it to happen, how she’d always wanted it. It felt so natural, so right, so sexual and sensual and erotic. She didn’t feel nervous anymore. She didn’t feel scared. She felt filled up and open and wet. It burned but it didn’t hurt. She couldn’t get enough of Erick, enough of his cock. Writhing beneath him, Clover felt the most incredible tightening, like someone had wrapped a rope around her hips and pulled it taut and tight and tauter until it was ready to snap.
She heard Erick’s breathing, heard him say her name, heard him say “fuck” a few times. She’d never found that word very sexy until it came from his mouth while he was in her body with nothing between them but his own T-shirt he’d given her to wear. She would keep this shirt until she died. He could have it back over her dead body and not a second sooner.
It was everything she’d always wanted it to be. The bed rocked beneath them and Erick put his entire body into fucking her so that she felt his every breath and his every thrust. The headboard rattled against the wall and she moved under him and with him, taking every inch of his cock into her. She was so wet it didn’t even hurt, not one bit. Thirty years of pent-up need and desire and dreaming of being taken like this peaked in one perfect moment. With her eyes closed and her head back and her hips hovering inches off the mattress, she came hard, her inner muscles contracting in sharp spasms that left her panting and dizzy.
Erick’s fingers were in her hair and he tilted her head back even farther. He kissed her throat, thrust in hard and came inside her. She could tell he was coming because he went silent, completely silent for the first time since penetrating her.
He lay on top of her and breathed into her ear while she sleepily kissed his naked shoulders, his neck, his chest. Good thing the lights were off so he couldn’t see what she knew was a stupid-looking grin on her face. She felt drunk, tired, happy and sore, and she loved all of it.
Erick slowly pull
ed out of her and rolled onto his back. He took a heavy breath.
“Well...” he said.
“Well?”
He rolled onto his side and draped his arm over her stomach.
“That was unexpected.”
“Imagine how I feel,” she said.
“I am. Can I ask you one question?”
“Go ahead,” she said. She’d expected more than one question. One question only was getting off easy.
“Why the hell were you still a virgin at thirty? And why didn’t you tell me before I pounded you into the bed?”
“That’s two questions.”
“One’s a follow-up to the first one. Two-parter.”
“Can I ask you a question first?” she asked.
“Ask.”
“Are you mad at me?”
5
ERICK COULDN’T BELIEVE his ears. Mad at her? Mad at her? Why the hell would he be mad at her?
“In what universe would a man be mad at the woman he’d just had incredible sex with?” he asked. “Tell me what universe so I know never to go there.”
“So you aren’t mad?”
“Of course I’m not mad. Surprised? Yes. Not mad.”
Clover sighed, her relief palpable.
“Good. I probably should have told you but I got caught up in the moment. It was a good moment.”
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” He touched her face, traced her smile. He was glad to see that smile. He’d never been with a virgin before and, as he was thirty-eight years old, he really hadn’t expected this situation to come up. He didn’t quite know how to feel about it other than happy he’d left her smiling. “So...any reason you want to share with me why you’ve never had sex before tonight?”
“It wasn’t for lack of trying, I promise. And I’ve had some sex. Just not the big one.”
“I can’t imagine why someone as pretty as you, as smart as you, as together as you, never...unless you didn’t want to.”
“I wanted to. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Clover,” he said, shaking his head and laughing softly. “I’m naked. My semen is inside you. And you just had sex for the first time in your life—with me. I think it’s safe to say we are way past being embarrassed with each other right now?”
“I had no idea there would be so much of it.” She glanced under the sheet as if inspecting her wet thighs. “Like...a pint.”
“That’s been building up awhile. Stay there. I’ll get a towel.”
He left her in the bed and went into the bathroom. She had a stack of pretty white washcloths on the towel rack. Probably too nice to use for postcoital cleanup but that’s what washing machines were invented for. He soaked the cloth in warm water, rung it out and brought it back to the bed. He switched on the lamp and found Clover looking sleepy, blissful, adorably rumpled and thoroughly, thoroughly fucked.
“I can do it,” she said.
“You can do it but I want to do it,” he said. “We’re getting to know each other. Let me see you.”
He pulled the covers down her body and he could sense her tensing. Gently he pushed her knees apart and even more gently he wiped his semen off her and out of her.
“No blood,” he said. “That’s good. I was a little rough there. Sorry.”
“I liked it.”
“You liked it rough?”
“I liked it with you,” she said.
“And I liked it with you. I very much like this.” He opened her up with his fingers a little wider and looked at her open body. “You’re beautiful here. But you’re beautiful everywhere.”
“Not exactly,” she said. He tossed the washcloth into her clothes hamper and looked down at her again as she pulled the sheets up to cover herself.
“What do you mean ‘not exactly’?”
“I mean...well...see?”
She lifted her T-shirt up and showed him her breasts. He whistled in appreciation to make her laugh. She didn’t laugh.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you have nice breasts, Clover. I don’t know why you think I wouldn’t agree.”
“You can’t see the scars?” she asked.
“Yeah, I can see them.”
On both breasts she had scars, pale white and thin, running from her nipples to the bottom of her breasts and from there in a straight line to her armpits.
“They don’t look weird to you?” she asked, wincing a little. “They look weird to me.”
“They just look like breasts to me. Very pretty breasts with very light scarring. You feel comfortable telling me what happened?”
She pulled her—his—T-shirt down again, which he wished she wouldn’t do but maybe it wasn’t the best time for ogling her.
“I had breast reduction surgery when I was twenty-five. I used a little of my grandparents’ money on that. The rest went into the business.”
“Are you glad you had it done?”
“Definitely. I had back and shoulder pain and I couldn’t find clothes to fit me right. I went from an E cup size to a small C.”
“I didn’t even know they came in size E.”
“Special order only. Getting the surgery was a miracle. It was like someone gave me my life back. And my back back.”
“I’m glad you feel better now. You look great.”
“The scars are a lot lighter now. They used to be more gnarly.”
“Scars are scars,” he said. “They’re just skin that’s a different color.”
“Thank you, Erick,” she said with a sweet, shy and sleepy smile. If she kept looking at him like that, they were both going to be in trouble. “It’s sweet of you to say.”
“It’s true,” he said. It was. He didn’t care about scars. He had a few dozen of them himself from nails, weed whackers and rotator cuff surgery. “Were you self-conscious about your breasts?”
“In high school...oh, it was awful,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve always been kind of shy but then it was like overnight I had these two huge beacons on my chest. And high school guys act like a girl with large breasts must be easy. Especially if she’s a blonde. I hated the way they looked at me and talked about me. I started covering up as much as I could, hiding in my clothes, hiding from them.”
“I feel bad about teasing you over your schooner nightgown now.”
“No, it’s fine. I like the way you tease me. I don’t know why but when you tease me I feel better. It helped. I’m feeling more comfortable now. Much more.”
“Good. I want to help. Sorry about high school. I might have been one of those hormonal dipshits who couldn’t keep his eyes off you, too. Guessing college wasn’t much better?”
“I went on dates but I had trouble trusting guys. Especially when they try to get your top off on the first date and call you a cocktease when you say no.”
“Oops.” He winced.
“You didn’t try to get my top off on the first date. You got my bottom off on the first date.”
“Whew. In all fairness to me—and we must be fair to me—getting your bottom off was your idea.”
“True,” she said, laughing softly.
“When I was twenty-five I got the money from my grandparents and decided to have the surgery. I had just started dating this really great guy—Tyler. Came from a pretty Christian family so he liked that I was still a virgin. But then I told him I was having the surgery and he freaked out. He said it was against God’s will to change my body like that. I reminded him he’d had Lasik eye surgery. He said it wasn’t the same thing.”
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