by Kate Gilead
Then, he playfully pins me against the counter and nibbles my neck, threatening a spanking if I try that again. He makes it sound like so much fun that I want to climb right back up on the counter.
His touch, his nearness and his attention makes my nerve endings fire, leaving me breathless and damp between the legs.
I want him so bad. So bad! If he wants me with half as much passion, I’ll consider myself the luckiest girl in the state.
We pause around six o’clock to feed the dogs. Rob asks what I want to do for dinner. I don’t want to stop to go out or order in, so we put a frozen lasagna in the oven.
Finally, I get down to the last boxes. Done unpacking the recreation room and putting tools away in the workroom, Rob joins me in the kitchen. The lasagna is ready, and we pause to devour the whole thing, sharing bites of it right out of the pan and washing it down with bottled water.
He wipes his mouth and leans back with a sigh, putting his hands behind his head, and crossing his thickly muscled legs at the ankles.
Oh God. He’s so yummy looking, he makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
He takes a look at the last of the unboxed stuff, which I’ve left on the table until I find a spot for it. He remembers some of it from his childhood, but not all of it. Some of it, like the fondue pot, he isn’t even able to identify.
“How do you know it’s a fondue pot?” he asks. “You saying you’ve been to a lot of fondue parties in your day?”
“No,” I giggle, “I’m just saying, I know what it is. My parents had one. Probably my grandparents, too.”
“I’ll take your word for it. Wow, there’s just…so much stuff,” he says wonderingly, gazing from his seat into the open doors of all the now-full cupboards and cabinets.
“I know! Um, does your mom know that you don’t cook?” I joke.
“Yeah, but maybe she’s hoping I’ll learn. I know she kept a lot of my grandparent’s stuff in hopes it’d get some use. But I’m wondering now if this is from both sets of grandparents. I’ll have to ask her.” He laughs. “I have no excuse not to cook now, I guess.”
He falls silent as I put the last item away; a big roasting pan, which I bend down to put into a lower cupboard.
“Now that’s a view I can get behind,” he says. I turn and raise an eyebrow at him. He gives me a sheepish smile and a shrug.
I shut all the cupboard doors and stand back to survey my work. The counters are neatly arranged, with a breadbox and a nice stand for utensils; a mug-holder and the coffee-maker. There’s a dish-towel hanging from the oven door handle, and a dish-soap dispenser and a paper-towel stand.
There are even fridge magnets, which I’ve artfully arranged on the fridge for him.
It looks lovely and home-y and warm.
Smiling with satisfaction, he holds his hand out to me. I go over to him and let him pull me into his lap.
One of his arms pulls me to his chest, while the other goes around my knees and pulls them upwards, so that I’m curled into him, our faces close. He nuzzles my cheek. I stop breathing, suddenly fixated on his mouth as it draws near to mine.
“You’ve done a great job,” he whispers, kissing a corner of my mouth softly. He kisses that corner again, and then moves his lips over mine, taking a deep breath as I turn to receive his mouth fully. We kiss, a long, lingering one, the first proper, hot and sexy kiss of the night.
Under my butt, his swelling interest is making itself felt. His kiss, his hardness, and the warmth of his hands on my waist are making my pussy throb.
“Let’s move to the living room,” I murmur. “I bet that couch of yours is perfect for making out.”
“I couldn’t say,” he replies. “It’s so new, I’ve barely even sat on it yet. Let’s go break it in.”
Chapter Ten
Brenda
Rob pokes the fire and puts another log on, then we cuddle up on the couch.
“We should unpack this room next,” I say, “because once you set up your gaming console, you’ll really feel like you’re home.”
“I already feel like I’m home, thanks to you.” He pulls me against him for another kiss. “I can’t thank you enough for what you did in the kitchen.”
I try to wave it off but he insists. “No, I was really overwhelmed. Way too much stuff, way too much. Some of it should have been sold or given away long ago. It’s nice to have, but you said you’re not into cooking either. It’s a shame, but it’s all gonna gather dust here.”
I love that he’s taking me into account in his thoughts about the future use of his kitchen. “Don’t be so sure,” I say, using my fingernails to give his stubbly chin a gentle scratch. “I was just thinking that it’s time to get serious about learning to cook. Everyone in my family cooks, even my brother. I’m the only one who hasn’t really learned.”
“Same here,” he says. “My brother can grill and roast with the best of them, but I barely know my ass from my elbow when it comes to cuts of meat.”
“Well, there’s something we can do together then,” I say, smiling. “Something…else.” I waggle my eyebrows and wink clownishly, but being in his arms is making my body take serious notice. My skin feels like it’s more alive than it’s ever been, every nerve ending on high alert.
“Don’t tempt me,” he says, cuddling his cheek into my hair. “We’ll wait. I don’t want you to regret anything.”
Oh my God, what do I have to do to get laid around here?
“Robert. Seriously? I don’t want to wait. I’ve waited long enough. Maybe, if anything, I’ll regret waiting.”
He says nothing, but I can feel his body tense. His fingers trace my skin restlessly. “You’re making it hard to do the right thing, here, sweetie. I’m only a man, and you are a very desirable woman.”
I sit up and kiss him, teasing his lips with my tongue. I pull back and look into his eyes. “What if the right thing is to show how we feel about each other? I’m ready, Robert. More than ready.
He looks into my eyes, his own suddenly sharp and intense. “Okay then.” He grabs me and lifts me into his lap, growling, “C’mere.”
This time, he puts his hands under my thighs and boldly pulls my legs apart so I’m straddling him. Then he removes the band holding my hair in a pony tail, and using both hands, he fluffs my hair so that it fans out down my back.
Then, hands rubbing my shoulders, eyes crinkling and lips curled up at the corners, he lets his gaze roam where it will.
“You’re a glorious sight,” he says, showing that one dashing dimple of his. Putting a hand behind my neck, he pulls me forward for another passionate kiss.
His free hand follows the curve of my waist, setting off a chain reaction of shivers that frisson into my breasts, making them tingle and harden at the tips; and down they go into my belly and then, my cleft, which loosens, then tightens and gets dewy all at the same time.
Urgent, hungry kisses make my breath quicken and my back arch, pushing my breasts against his chest in a wave of aching need.
One strong hand holds my head, fingers lacing through my hair, while the other finds a breast. He cups and squeezes it, making my breath catch. His fingers zero in on my taut nipple and pull on it, then alternate flicking and circling.
A whispery moan escapes my throat. I open my eyes to find his gaze intent on my face. His own breath is coming faster, his erection throbbing against my aching pussy, separated by the fabric of our jeans.
He lifts my shirt and then my bra, freeing my breasts.
“Ahhh,” he breathes. I lift myself up, offering them to him. He takes a breast in each hand, then one in his mouth, licking it and sucking it as far in as he can, where his tongue and teeth flick and nibble the sensitive flesh.
The sensation travels directly to my pussy, where a concentration of heat seems to grow, making it juicy and hot.
I turn slightly so he can give the other breast the same treatment. “Mmmm,” he mumbles, his voice vibrating against my boob.
“O
hh, geez, that feels so…ahhh!” His lips pull on one nipple sharply, making my clit throb very hard in response. My hands clasp his head, digging into his hair as he holds a breast in each hand, licking and teasing each one in turn.
I lower myself against him, finding his mouth with mine and grinding my crotch against his. I can feel his hard cock throbbing and it drives me wild.
I want to see it so bad, I want to hold it in my hand, alive and warm, I want to lick and suck it, sit on it and take it all the way inside myself.
“Take this off,” he mutters, tugging at my shirt. I lean back, and he takes it off, throwing it on the couch. My bra follows. His eyes are avid, his hips rising to meet the pressure and heat that my body is exerting against his erection.
“Ahh, shit…Brenda…baby,” he pants, those amazing eyes flicking between my boobs and my face. “Listen, um…are you on the pill?”
“Yes, yes, I’m on the pill. On the pill and STD free.”
“Okay,” he grins. “I’m also STD free and I happen to have a recent, full-panel blood test if you want to see it. I get a free check-up through work every six months and we just did that a month ago. I also have condoms, if you prefer.”
“I believe you,” I say. “I don’t doubt it.”
“Good. Because I’d never lie to you or hurt you, Brenda.”
I believe him.
“Stand up, sweetie,” he says now. “I want to see all of you.” His smile, his eyes…the way he regards me thrills me, all the way through.
I stand up. He sits up as well, staying near enough to touch my legs and murmur encouragement. Undoing my jeans, I push them down slowly, loving the intensity of his expression. His eyes devour me, my breasts, my belly, and then those piercing baby blues take in my frilly, barely-there panties.
“You’re stunning,” he whispers, running a hand down the back of my thigh. “You’re like silk, soft and sweet and luxurious.”
All thoughts leave my mind. I’m totally consumed with lust. All I can think about is getting his cock into me, where it can finally soothe the deep, scorching need that’s wide awake now, awake and aware and throbbing way up high inside.
“Ohhh, baby,” he whispers, “you are… so…beautiful. Turn…turn around for me. Show me that ass.”
I turn slowly, bending forward slightly, putting a little sway into my knees without even needing to think about it. I hope he can see my pussy peeking out from between my legs, I hope it’s as hot for him to see me like this, as it is for me to let him.
I hear him stand up and move behind me. I turn my head as he steps close to me from behind. His hands caress my hips, then I tilt my head back and rest it on his shoulder, giving him my neck to run his lips over, feeling the heat of his breath and his mouth as it makes my own temperature rise.
My eyes close as he suckles my neck, taking his time, moving his hands down to my ass, where they grasp those muscles, squeezing and kneading, before following the curve of my waist back up to my breasts.
He grips and pinches my nipples delicately. Ah, God! The heat, the heat…a warm droplet emerges from my pussy and runs down my thigh. I arch my back, push my ass into him, and guide his hands down my belly. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties.
And suddenly, I get scared. Before I know what I’m doing, my hands go to his wrists and stop him.
What am I doing? I have to tell him…but I’m suddenly embarrassed by my utter lack of experience. Maybe I should wait to tell him? No, no, now’s the time, he should know now, beforehand, so he can…what? Do what…act differently? How?
I dunno exactly, it just seems like he should know.
Will he think that I’m just a stupid, inexperienced girl, dumbass virgin, too spoiled and taken with herself to know what she wants?
Or too picky to make a decision? Will he be happy that he’s my first…or think me too eager to give my virginity away to a guy I barely know?
My uncertainty makes me feel panicky and I feel my face starting to flush.
He lets go of my panties immediately. “What is it?” he says, turning me to face him again.
He puts his arms around my waist and lets his fingers trace lightly over my ass. “What’s wrong?”
I can’t quite formulate the words, not at first.
“Nothing’s wrong, really…” I shake my head and clear my throat. “It’s just that..I…well, you should know, probably, that…I…ahhh…I…”
I stutter to a stop.
He frowns, but his eyes are glinting. Is he…is he holding back a smile? He folds me into his arms, pressing my nakedness against his warm, wide chest. I feel immediately better…steadier. But I catch a glimpse of his face and hey…yeah, I think I spot that dimple.
Is he laughing at me? No, of course not…right?
Speaking into his chest, I mumble, “There’s something you should know. I’m…I’ve never, um, actually had sex. Er, you know. Intercourse? Yeah. Or, never…really…anything much. Actually.”
He says nothing, just hugs me, keeping my head tucked under his chin.
I feel his shoulders shaking and his chest vibrating. Wait a second.
“Are you laughing at me?” I say, pushing back from him to peer up at his face.
“No!” he says, trying to hold on to me so I can’t see his face. But, then he gives in and smiles down at me.
“You are laughing!”
“Brenda, no! I mean, I’m not laughing at you. I’m delighted with you, totally smitten with you. Head-over-heels. You’re so funny, so cute and sweet! I can’t believe how adorable you are…how delectable and just…fucking… gorgeous you are. I wanted you from the minute I laid eyes on you.”
He’s nuzzling me, murmuring and reassuring, holding me tight, and chuckling. I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or overjoyed. No one has ever said these things to me, no one has ever brought these strong feelings out in me.
I can’t speak, but it’s okay. Rob holds me and talks to me and just…makes everything okay.
“Maybe you won’t believe this but I had a feeling about you, based on what Colton said that day at the park. But there’s also this…innocence about you…a hot, and ripe, sweet and yummy innocence. Jesus! I’m totally, completely, one-hundred-percent obsessed and smitten with you.”
I struggle and manage to find my voice. “I…really?” I look into his face and swallow hard. “Well that’s a good thing since I’m completely smitten with you too. I mean, if this doesn’t work out, I’m probably gonna need therapy.” I laugh weakly. “I’m so attracted to you, Robert. You’re so kind and decent and hot…did I mention, hot?…and I just like you so, so very much.”
He throws his head back and lets out a boyish guffaw, then looks down to nuzzle noses with me. “I sure hope so,” he plants a quick kiss, “since you’re standing here,” another kiss, “basically naked in my arms!” Kiss…another kiss and more nose-nuzzling. We’re both grinning and chortling like love-struck fools.
And his words and that wide, white grin of his, and his evident enjoyment and the tender, loving way he’s holding me, even rocking me a little…all this tells me everything I need to know.
I’m safe with him. I’m right where I belong.
“Baby,” he says, “I’m honored. Honored and more turned on than I’ve ever been.” He grinds his hardness into me as emphasis. “But I can take things as slow as you need.”
“Nooo,” I say, “that’s not what I meant! I don’t wanna take things slow. I just…I think you should know. I wanted my first time to be with a special guy, and you are that guy. That doesn’t mean we have to go slow…I don’t want to wait for the wedding night, mmmkay?”
He laughs again, grabs my chin and plants another kiss on my lips, this time, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and growling.
“I don’t wanna wait that long either. But it’s…it’s whatever you want, baby.”
“I want you to get naked with me! Because, honestly? I’m so fracking horny right now…”
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br /> Still smiling, he bends down, picks me up and carries me down the hall to his room. Once inside the door, he pushes it shut with his foot. “To keep the dogs out,” he says.
He sets me on the bed, then leans over me, pushing me backwards, slowly and playfully, kissing me and making growling noises, until, heart racing, I fall onto my back.
Hungry mouth devouring mine, then kisses trailing their way down my neck, and love bites punctuated by “mmm’s” and sighs of appreciation.
His lips circle and toy with my nipples, taking their sweet time, then slooowly trail their way down my rib cage, down my belly, and then, his hands lift my hips to take my panties off.
I take a peek at his face. He’s rapt, eyes examining my naked pussy from inches away. I’m very aware that he’s the first man to ever see me this way.
And now, he is aware of that too.
And he’s regarding my glistening, naked, shaved pussy like a starving man would a delicious meal.
My hips thrust towards him of their own volition, making his eyes gleam.
But he doesn’t touch my pussy.
He lowers his head, then––oh, tease!––that nibbling, licking mouth goes right past my throbbing pussy to my thighs.
Uhnnnh! Biting my lip, I close my eyes as he licks and sucks the insides of my thighs, blowing hot breath over my tender flesh as he switches sides, stopping to lift one of my knees, then the other, over his shoulders.
Oh my gosh, this is so hot, it’s so unbearably erotic to have his face so close my nakedness.
Finally, he pulls my trembling ass towards himself and then uses one hand to lift the flesh of my pubis upwards, opening me to him even more.
I watch, quivering, and then, and then… oh God, he flattens his tongue and uses it to lick me from my opening all the way up to my clit. “Mmmm,” he moans, closing his eyes, so intense he almost sounds angry. He smacks his lips, tasting me. “Mmmmm,” he says again, breathing hard, then he licks me again, moaning against my flesh as he does, and the sensation is so exquisite, so unlike anything I’ve ever felt; so…incredibly…good.