Firefighter's Virgin

by Claire Adams

  “You better be careful with all those compliments; I’m going to think you’re flirting with me.”

  “Oh, I’m flirting.”

  I turned toward her and pulled her chair as close to mine as I could. My hand gently moved her chin toward me, and I let my lips press against hers. She gave her lips to me fully and I felt my body spring to attention at her willingness to let my tongue slide between her lips.

  I was just about to pull away from her when she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in closer to me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my lap so I could feel her bare skin pressed against mine.

  Her small, bikini-clad body fit perfectly on my lap. I let my hands move up and down her as I explored her exposed skin. Our lips continued playing with each other, and it took all my willpower not to lift her up and bring her to the bedroom. The moment was gentle and genuine, though, and I didn’t want to ruin that by pushing it too far.

  Kissing was enough for me. Some heavy petting would be even better, but I wasn’t going to push things. I already knew I would be seeing this girl again; there was no hurry. I was in no hurry.

  “Your lips are amazing,” I muttered as I pulled away from them and started to kiss down her neck. “And, you taste amazing.”

  “Salty?” she asked.

  “A little.”

  “Do you have a shower?”

  Oh, holy hell, did she just ask me to shower with her? No, maybe she was just asking if she could use the shower? I tried not to get ahead of myself.

  “Yes, I have one; the water can be cold sometimes. Do you want me to show you where it’s at?”

  “Show me,” she whispered as her lips pressed against mine again.

  Her arms wrapped tightly around me as I brought her to the standing position with me. I felt my body bulging out of my swimsuit and wanted to pull my hips away from her, but she pressed her body against my bulge. It was as if she relished the idea of making me so hard.

  “This way,” I said as I finally pulled away and walked her toward the small bathroom. “It’s right there.”

  “How does it work?” she asked from behind me.

  “Turn this knob and the water comes out. It’s from a catchment, so it heats it up from the sun. Sometimes it’s nice and warm, it just depends how long it’s been in there, I think…” I stopped dead in my tracks as I turned around and saw she had removed her swimsuit.

  “I think you should join me,” she said with a smile that controlled me.

  “Yes, that’s a very good idea,” I agreed and quickly slid my trunks off and got into the shower with her.

  “I’m not normally this forward,” she whispered as she pulled me into the water with her. “But I’d really like to kiss you in this shower.”

  “I think that’s a great idea.”

  Her lips were delicate as the water ran between us and we embraced under the warmth. It felt good to have the warm water on my body after swimming in the ocean. Even though it was plenty warm out, the ocean was still cold.

  “I like your house,” she said as my hands began to explore her body.

  “I’m glad I brought you, then.”

  “This is the best bagel date I’ve been on,” she giggled, and I fell in total lust.

  Her giggle was infectious – something out of a movie that could get men from miles away to run after her. Yet there I was, me, the broken-hearted, one-night stand guy, falling for this girl I hardly knew.

  PART 2

  Chapter Seven

  Delilah

  His hands were like a drug that I couldn’t refuse. I felt like an addict as I kissed him, wanting more and more.

  It had been years since I’d felt a connection with a man like I was feeling with Brandon, and I just wanted to take full advantage of it. The pleasure that rushed through my body was so invigorating that I could have stayed there forever.

  Our date had started out with me thinking I’d barely make it past the bagel, but somehow he enjoyed my awkward humor, and somehow I enjoyed his witty banter. We had a connection: there just was no denying it. What I had hoped would end up as a fairly decent date was turning into one of the best days I’d had in a very long time.

  Although I hadn’t planned to sleep with him, the moment was all consuming and I just couldn’t stop myself as we walked into the bathroom and I slipped out of my swimsuit.

  The desire to feel his naked body next to mine had driven me and there were no excuses. I just wanted him. I wasn’t concerned about the political correctness of sleeping with him on a first date; hell, I wasn’t concerned about anything except what his hands could do with my body.

  The water was surprisingly warmer than I had expected. I really hadn’t known what to expect from water that had been caught from rain and warmed by the sun. We didn’t get all that much rain in California, so I thought it might be dirty or cold, but it wasn’t. Its warmth covered us as we stood in his tiny shower together.

  Brandon was a complete gentleman, as much as could be expected when we were both totally naked and in a shower together. His body showed proof of how excited I made him, yet he didn’t press himself up against me or force himself in any way. Instead, I pulled him closer and gave him the permission he seemed to need. I pressed my hips against his leg and wrapped my arms around him as the water surrounded us.

  “You taste amazing,” he whispered as his mouth moved down my neck and took my nipple into him. “I could kiss every inch of your body.”

  “I’m covered in salt water,” I laughed.

  “Salty and delicious,” he continued to kiss my body.

  Self-consciousness wasn’t something I struggled too much with, but I wasn’t a confident seductress either. As he lowered himself to his knees, I quickly tried to remember the last time I’d had a waxing. Luckily, it had been only a week since my appointment, and I relaxed a little as he pressed me against the side of the shower and his lips gently touched my center.

  My hands played with his hair for a moment as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of pleasure he delivered.

  It was as if I had known him for months: I was so relaxed and felt at total ease with him. That was a true testimony to what a kind heart he had, or at least the kindness he had shown so far that day. I didn’t trust people quickly; normally I was cynical and not at all willing to give a man the benefit of the doubt.

  Brandon was different, though; he had lost his son to cancer. I couldn’t imagine the hurt that came with that kind of loss.

  Yes, I had experienced a great loss. Losing my husband had been by far the most painful thing I had ever had to endure, but it wasn’t at all close to the feeling of losing a child. Simply imagining that made my chest constrict in pain. I couldn’t endure such a tragedy; I just knew I couldn’t.

  My heart went out to Brandon and to his ex-wife for having to go through such a horrific event. I was certain that him sharing his experience had opened up my ability to trust him more than I would have trusted had he not shared that tidbit of his life.

  “In about two minutes, this water is going to run out. Can I bring you to the bedroom?” Brandon said as he slowly kissed his way back up my body.

  The touch of his lips on me made my knees week and I welcomed the idea of heading to his bed with him. Nothing about this day had gone as planned and I didn’t suspect I was going to be able to plan the rest of our time, either. I would just go with the flow and see what he would be up to next.

  “Yes.”

  “You really are beautiful,” he said softly as he kissed me again. “I’m sure people tell you that all the time, but I just had to say it.”

  “No, they don’t,” I whispered.

  He looked shocked at my reply. It was the truth, though. Yes, men flirted with me, but not many of them went out of their way to give me a real compliment. Even less often did I feel the sincerity of their compliment. Sure, guys called me hot or said I looked like a nice piece of ass, but a true and honest compliment seemed much harder to co
me by.

  “Men are assholes,” he whispered as he tucked a towel around my naked body. “It’s true, and don’t you forget it. No matter what, always remember that you’re beautiful.”

  Brandon wrapped another towel around himself, and we made our way into his bedroom. That was my moment to stop things if I wanted to. He wasn’t pressuring me to sleep with him; he wasn’t making it something I had to do. We sat down on his bed and we were both covered up – now was the time for me to change my mind if I didn’t like the way things were going.

  “Not all men,” I said as I moved closer to him. “It seems like you’re not too horrible.”

  “No, not all of us are horrible.”

  “Do you have protection here? I mean, well…um…” I stuttered as I tried to get out what I was trying to say.

  I hadn’t expected to be in bed with this guy, and I certainly didn’t bring a condom on our swim out to the island. If we were going to take things another step forward, then I had to make sure he had a condom because I wasn’t going to sleep with him if he didn’t.

  “Yep.”

  That was all I needed to know. Even if this ended up being a one-night, or one-day thing, I was all right with that. Brandon had a way about him that made my body move closer and closer to him. His smile was gentle and inviting. The way he kept his distance was perfect to give me the time to decide what I wanted.

  I didn’t know very much about this man, but I knew enough to enjoy his bed with him. Pleasure wasn’t something I was going to deny myself purely because I had lost my husband and had an injured heart. Humans need sex, plain and simple; I needed it, and I was about to enjoy the afternoon full of it with Brandon.

  My towel fell to the floor as I stood in front of him and let his eyes penetrate my body. They were powerful and addicting. The more I was around him, the more I felt I could actually look at his crystal-green eyes. There was certainly pain in them, but there was also a hell of a lot of desire in them at the moment.

  He grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him as we fell back onto his bed. I could feel how hard his body was, not just his throbbing hardness between his legs, but every muscle in his body was firm and well defined.

  I had imagined being with a man as handsome and fit as Brandon, but it was always a fantasy. Not even my late husband had been as perfectly sculpted. I took in every touch of his body I could gather as my hands pressed against his bare chest and leaned down to kiss him.

  My body was fully supported as I pressed into him to keep my balance. He was a solid man, that was for sure. His hands wrapped around my ass, and I felt him wiggle the towel out of the way so his body could press up against the outside of my opening.

  He teased me by rubbing back and forth while his hips thrust gently enough that he wouldn’t enter me. I longed to feel the first thrust of his body and pressed my hips urgently toward him as I waited for what would come next.

  “In the night stand,” he whispered.

  I reached over to pull out one of the condoms, and he quickly grabbed it away from me. I could tell by how easily he ripped the wrapper and slid it on that Brandon was well experienced at having safe sex. It could have bothered me, but I chose not to let it. It was much better to know a man had a lot of safe sex than it was to think he had any unsafe sex.

  I should have timed him as he had his body wrapped up and pressed against me in less than thirty seconds, I was sure of it. Brandon grabbed my cheeks and pulled my lips to his as his body pressed inside of me.

  I exhaled with total pleasure at the feeling of his body and mine together. It was different than being with a guy I didn’t care that much about. Brandon was different and I felt different there with him.

  The emotions were new for me, though. I’d avoided real emotions since losing my husband and did my best to suppress the ones that came to the surface as Brandon and I made love.

  “Oh, yes,” I said into his lips.

  His hips moved slowly as his thrusts went deep and then pulled back. He was in no hurry, and neither was I. I relished the closeness of our bodies and the welcoming movements of his tongue and mine together. The chemistry between us was intense, and my body soaked with desire the more we worked together.

  In fact, I felt wetter than I could remember getting around a man and started to get a little self-conscious that I was soaking his bed with my desire for him. I did desire him, though; I wanted him over and over again as I felt his thrusts becoming quicker and his hands moved to my hips to control me as he moved harder and harder.

  If I could have stayed in that moment of pleasure for the whole day, I might have done it. Every worry from my work life had disappeared. Every concern over if I was raising my son right, or paying all the bills, or acting appropriately in the workplace – they were all gone. My mind only had room for one thought: how perfectly our bodies were building up the excitement together.

  My hips started to thrust against him as I felt the orgasm of excitement building up inside of me. I hadn’t had a full-on orgasm in years; they just weren’t of concern for most men. I wanted it. I wanted to feel the release, but I felt myself backing off as I got closer.

  Brandon wouldn’t allow it, though. He held onto my hips and helped my body move in a grinding motion against him, forcing me to give in to my desires.

  “Cum for me,” he whispered into my ear.

  Oh, hell, how could I refuse a man so blatantly asking me to give in to him? I closed my eyes and allowed him to guide my hips as he thrust into me. Within moments, I felt my body shivering with desire as I gave in to the special feeling that my body had longed for.

  As we both exploded with desire, he grabbed me and kept me there next to him. His arms around my body gave me security and I couldn’t have imagined I would have given in to the desire had it not been him I was there with.

  It was unusual for me – a feeling of total satisfaction as I lay next to him. Brandon’s big arms held me tight and exhaustion quickly moving through me.

  If we had been in town, this would have been the time I ran off and back to my apartment to avoid any sort of implied intimacy. But we were 500 feet from shore and I was way too tired to go for a swim. Instead, I gave in to the comfort I felt there in his arms and I slowly drifted off to sleep. After a long day that stretched into the evening, I was exhausted.

  ***

  I smelled breakfast cooking long before I actually opened my eyes. For a moment, I imagined I was at home and my in-laws had snuck into the house and were making breakfast, but then I remembered where I was. It had been a very long time since someone else had made me breakfast; in fact, it had probably been my late husband who had last done so.

  The distinct smell of bacon filled the small house and I was about to wrap myself in a blanket and go to the kitchen when I noticed a set of clothes sitting on the end of the bed. I couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. It was rather sweet that he had the clothes there for me, although I had to wonder how they had arrived.

  A pair of size 6 jeans, white lace panties, a perfectly-sized matching bra and a white t-shirt were laid out and waiting for me. I looked suspiciously at them and then toward the door facing the kitchen. How had the clothes gotten there? I even took a moment to look through the dresser to see if Brandon just had a supply of female clothing there or something, but all the drawers were filled with his clothes.

  “It’s really weird that there is a pile of clothes that will fit me sitting right here,” I hollered out. “Are you some sort of magician? I’ve never been on a date with a magician before.”

  “What? You think it’s weird that I have a set of white lace women’s lingerie?” he laughed. “Or is it weird that I have the jeans?”

  His smile was so seductive that I wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him right when I saw him in the doorway. I held back my urge, though, because my curiosity about the clothes and how they had gotten there was bigger than my urge to kiss him.

  “Do you have a supply of jeans here, too?
It’s odd that these are my exact size.”

  “Maybe I only sleep with women who are exactly your size. Hmmm, did you ever think of that?” he continued to tease me.

  “That’s an option,” I said as I waited for him to head back to the kitchen and then slipped into the clothing. “The issue I’m having is that these all are new and still have the tags on them.”

  I came out to the kitchen and sat down at the counter to watch him cook. The smell of bacon had my stomach grumbling. I had slept at least twelve hours, longer than I could ever sleep while at home, but I felt totally refreshed as Brandon slid some orange juice over toward me.

  “I had my assistant bring us a boat, breakfast, and some clothes for you,” Brandon said as if it was a normal sentence to say to a girl.

  “Oh, so you just ordered a boat, bacon, orange juice, and some size six jeans? That is one amazing assistant you have.”

  “Basically, I told her we were here and to set us up for a good breakfast. I gave her my log in for the dating site so she could see what you looked like and bring some clothes. I didn’t think you’d want to swim back. Technically, she’s not my assistant any longer because she stayed working at the company I sold, but sometimes she helps me out when I desperately need her.”

  I eyed him suspiciously as I sipped on my orange juice. I wanted to be angry with him for being able to so perfectly plan our morning. Without doubt, he must be a ladies’ man if he was so easily able to get such a set up for me.

  But I was enjoying the soft cotton of my white t-shirt and the warmth of the pants. I positively couldn’t wait to taste the bacon and was equally excited not to have to swim back to the pier; I decided it wasn’t the right time to complain.

  “You must have been a Boy Scout,” I announced as I watched him cooking. “You knew just what I needed.”

  “A Boy Scout is always prepared,” he said.