Last First Kiss

by Vanessa Devereaux

  “You coming in, or are you going to stand there checking out my home to figure out what you can do to change it?”

  She followed him up the steps and waited while he unlocked the door. As she stepped over the threshold she sensed that when she walked back out of this place everything would be different between them. There’d be no going back. Her and Wade’s relationship would change from old friends to them finally being lovers.

  He switched on the light, and Sophie smiled. Just as she’d expected it to be, the living room had I’ve been furnished by a male written all over it. One couch, one chair, a TV on the wall, a coffee table and a bookshelf, and that was it.

  “You have I want to give this place a makeover written all over your face,” said Wade tossing his car keys into a dish on the bookshelf. He took off his hat and placed it on the chair.

  “I’m an interior designer. It’s what I do.”

  “No, you’re a woman, and that’s what they do.”

  Sophie smiled. “Please let me do something with this place for you.”

  Wade pulled her in close and smiled.

  “You probably could twist my arm to do just that, but you’d have to be really nice to me first.”

  “Um, sounds like sexual harassment.”

  He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “It can’t be classified as that if the recipient enjoys it…wants it.”

  “You mean being nice like this?”

  Sophie let her hand slide down his chest and then further south until it rested on his crotch. She gave his cock a playful squeeze, and even though the thickness of his jeans she felt he was already hard.

  “See what you do to me,” he said. “This is going to be the toughest night of my life. On the one hand I want to tear your clothes off and take you right now, right here on the floor. The other part of me what’s to take it slow, make it last for hours until finally neither of us can stand any more foreplay, and I finally sink inside you like I’ve always dreamed about.”

  She put her finger of his mouth to stop him from saying another word, but instead he kissed it and then took it inside his mouth.

  “Wade.”

  “Yes, Soph.”

  “Let’s get your face checked out before we do anything else.”

  He took her hand and led her through the hallway to the bathroom. He turned on the light, lowered the toilet seat lid, and sat down.

  “The hydrogen peroxide and antiseptic cream are in the cupboard over the sink. Cotton balls are in the one underneath it,” he said.

  Sophie gathered the supplies and set everything down on the vanity.

  “You should take your shirt off and soak it because it has some blood on it.”

  “How about the nurse doing that for me?”

  Sophie undid the top button and then the next one, and then the third, all the time not taking her eyes off Wade’s face. She got to the bottom one, flicked it open and then pulled on both sides of the shirt before easing it down his arms and off his wrists. She placed it in the sink and ran the cold water, letting it soak in there while she got back to tending to her patient.

  A distracting one for any nurse to contend with.

  Last time she’d seen his bare chest he’d been Cathy’s boyfriend. Now it seemed they were history which meant… She ran her hands over the muscles in his upper chest, his hair trickling her palm. He drew in his breath as she glided the very tips of her fingers over his nipples. He closed his eyes. His chest was firm and strong. Not that Wade the teenager had been weak and puny by any means, but in the last eight years his body had evolved into something quite spectacular.

  She got back to her nursing duties. Sophie took some cotton balls, ran them under the tap and then patted gently onto the cut on his cheek.

  He breathed in quickly, this time obviously from pain.

  “Are you going to be a baby?” asked Sophie, trying to be gentler as she dabbed away some dried blood.

  “I’ve never been a baby.”

  “Not much. Do you remember the time you stepped on that broken bottle down by the lake?”

  “Soph, that gash took a dozen stitches to close, and I was eleven.”

  “You going to be okay when I put the hydrogen peroxide on your face?”

  “I am not a baby, but just in case it stings, how about you do it topless so I’ll have something to focus on.”

  “You know this isn’t covered by your medical insurance.” She took off her t-shirt without hesitation because this was Wade who was doing the requesting.

  “That’s a cute bra,” he said fingering the lace edging.

  “Thank you. I bought it in a little boutique in downtown Seattle.”

  “I like it, but I’ll probably like what’s underneath it a whole lot better.”

  She reached behind her back and unclasped it. Wade caught the front of it as it fell from her body. He placed it gently on the bathroom floor.

  Sophie didn’t have to ask him if he liked what he saw because his eyes said it all. They were wide, and he was smiling. She closed her eyes as he touched her nipples and then ran his hand over and under each breast.

  “You grew into a beautiful woman, Soph.”

  “Thank you. Now are you going to be brave while I finish seeing to that gash?”

  “I will.”

  As she leaned in to wipe his face, he played with her nipples, pulling them, rolling them. They hardened and ached, and she almost dropped the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. As she wiped his face he pulled harder on her breasts.

  “Sorry,” he whispered, and then he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them. At that point Sophie creamed. It was sheer torture, and maybe she should let him take her on the bathroom floor.

  She dabbed some lotion on to his face as he tugged at her jeans before opening them up.

  He grabbed her and kissed her navel. She ran her hands through his hair.

  Wade pulled her jeans down her legs, and being that they were so tight, her panties went with them.

  Sophie stepped out of them. Wade pulled her close and sucked on her right nipple as his hand went between her legs. He wiped his fingers over her folds and then brought his hand out and held it up to her. His fingers glistened with her juices.

  “Is this for me and only me?” he asked her.

  “No man’s ever made me this excited and so quickly.”

  He pushed his hand in between her thighs again, this time easing his middle finger up inside her slit. He plunged in and out as he took one of her nipples in this mouth and sucked in perfect rhythm with his finger.

  Sophie ran her fingers through his hair, pumped her hips hoping he’d know she wanted him to move faster and deeper.

  Wade sucked like a baby trying to get the last drop of milk from its mother’s breast.

  Heat pooled in her pussy and womb. She sensed she was close to a wonderful orgasm. She clenched his finger while feeling the waves building. He obviously did, too, because he whispered onto her chest.

  “Come for me, Soph.”

  She’d never said no to anything he’d asked her to do. She squeezed her thighs knowing that’s all it would take to go to paradise with Wade’s finger buried deep in her core.

  Sophie cried out, and held Wade’s shoulders as her belly flipped and her heart beat faster. She kissed the top of Wade’s head hoping he’d know that was a private thank you.

  “That’s my payment to you for services rendered,” he said.

  “Wow, what do you do if you owe lots of money?”

  “Fuck you all night.”

  “Let me finish my treatment by putting a Band-Aid on that cut, and maybe we can think about you doing just that.”

  “Top shelf, over the sink.”

  She turned around feeling Wade’s hand exploring her butt cheeks.

  “You’re beautiful from behind, too.”

  She turned back and set the Band-Aid across his cheek.

  “How about I check other parts of your body as well,” she said, tugging o
n his zipper.

  “I think that sounds like a good idea.”

  He stood and raised his hands slightly so she could unbutton his jeans and pull down the fly.

  In the room at the dance she’d only gotten a quick flash of his cock. Not enough to see it in any detail and as she pulled on the waistband of his boxers it was almost like opening a birthday gift. Sophia eased them over his hips and legs, letting them fall to the ground.

  She glanced down, noticing his dick sitting up on his belly. It was gorgeous as she’d expected it to me. She ran her hand down the shaft, feeling some pre-cum seeping from its head.

  “Soph,” he whispered.

  “Yes.”

  “I want to carry you into the bedroom now.”

  “As long as you don’t drop me.”

  He kissed her. “I promise I won’t.”

  In one fluid movement, her lifted her up and held his arms under his upper thighs as she placed her arms around his neck. She rested her head on his shoulder as he made his way out of the bathroom and along the hallway.

  She imagined this is what their honeymoon night would have been like, him being so romantic, carrying her to their bed to begin their life as husband and wife.

  He kicked open the door with his foot and stepped inside the bedroom.

  She looked at the quilt and smiled at the grey and white stripes. That needed a makeover, too.

  “Hey, I saw that look, and don’t ruin things,” said Wade.

  He placed her down gently on top of it. She rested her head back on the pillow.

  Sophie suddenly had a horrible thought. She didn’t want to bring it up, but she had to.

  “Wade?”

  “Yes,” he said getting on the bed with her.

  “Did you…did you make love to Cathy in this bed?”

  He shook his head and stroked the edge of her cheek.

  “Nope, you will be the first and last woman I make love to here.”

  He leaned over and kissed her, running his hand down her body and onto her thigh. She shuddered because it tickled.

  “Let’s pretend it’s 2004 again, and we’re both virgins,” said Wade.

  “I like the sound of rewinding the clock back, but virgins, that doesn’t sound like much fun.”

  “Oh, it will be.”

  He kissed her again, this time easing her onto her back. He rested his head on his hand and sat there looking at her.

  “What?” asked Sophie.

  “As a virgin, I’m wondering what to do with you.”

  “See I told you it wasn’t a good idea,” she said.

  “How about I kiss your ankles and work my way up those sexy legs of yours?”

  “No tickling me though.”

  “Yeah, you always were ticklish.”

  He scooted down to the end of the bed and raised one of her feet up and gently planted a kiss on her ankle.

  “So soft and your skin smells great, too,” he said before making his way up to her calf then her thigh.

  “I read in a magazine that I need to play with your clit so you’ll get all wet and ready for me.”

  “You know where it is?” asked Sophie.

  “I guess I’ll have to go looking for it. Would it be here?”

  He eased her thighs apart. It would be the first time he’d seen her pussy, and she wondered what was going through his mind.

  “Soph, you have such beautiful folds and slit. Prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

  He reached out, and Sophie closed her eyes as he passed his thumb over her clit and then traced each of her folds. He spread her labia. Cream oozed out of her opening.

  “Wade.”

  “Yes, Soph.”

  “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

  “Me, neither. I forgot the condoms are in the bathroom.”

  He was about to get off the bed, but Sophie stopped him.

  “I don’t know if you trust me enough, but I’m on the Pill. Not for birth control but I have heavy periods, and the doctor prescribed them. I’d like our first time to be as we’d planned, no condoms.”

  He stroked her face. “If you can trust me, too. And I promise you on my life I’ve always used condoms with the women I’ve slept with.”

  “And I’ve always practiced safe sex.”

  “Oh, Soph, do you remember we said we’d try and get pregnant on our honeymoon?”

  Sophie nodded, almost tearing up.

  “Hey, don’t cry because this is supposed to be special.”

  “I know.”

  He kissed her and then placed himself between her thighs.

  Sophie didn’t know whether to close her eyes or look at Wade as he ever so gently and in a way only he could, slid inside her. He filled and stretched her. It was everything she imagined it would be and a whole lot more.

  He gave the tiniest of thrusts.

  “Ouch,” said Sophie.

  “Hey, sorry did I hurt you?”

  She gripped his biceps. “Sure you did. You remember I’m a virgin.”

  He laughed, and she reached up and stroked him. “Okay enough with the ‘we’re two innocent virgins’.”

  Wade thrust again, this time harder. He didn’t take his eyes off Sophie as he moved back and forth inside her.

  She stroked his chest as his thrust got wilder, his cock bumping into her g-spot every other movement.

  Sophie set her head back some more and lifted her legs up and crossed them at the ankles.

  She gripped his arms, tracing the well defined muscles with her fingers as he rode above her. Perspiration started to form on his forehead as he thrust hard and deeper.

  Taking a deep breath, Sophie felt the first stirrings in her pussy and up in her womb. Soon she’d have her first orgasm brought on by having sex with her true love. Ripples of pleasure shot down her legs and then back up. She was on the edge of wanting to hold it there in time, but at the same time wanted to get to the conclusion.

  “Wade.”

  She called out his name as she climaxed. She cried because it was so wonderful. She’d become emotional, and that was her release.

  Wade panting hard, breathed like he was getting labored and then shouted Sophie’s name as he filled her.

  They breathed in unison. Her feeling and hearing his heartbeat as he rested gently on top of her.

  “Can I stay inside you for a while?” asked Wade.

  Sophie nodded, pushing some stray hair out of his eyes.

  “I love you, Soph.”

  “I love you, too.”

  He eased out of her, kissed her and then rolled onto the bed beside her.

  Without saying anything he lifted up his arm placed it around her, and she turned and snuggled into him.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “So much better than good.”

  “I thought so, too. You know what I hope?”

  “What?” asked Sophie.

  “That your Pill doesn’t work and that I’ve gotten you pregnant. That right now a little Linley is being made inside you.”

  Hearing that, Sophie couldn’t help it. She pulled away and turned her back, hoping he didn’t see her cry.

  Chapter Ten

  He hadn’t intended to make her cry. She turned over swiftly, but he’d seen her eyes become glazed. He knew her well enough to sense she was on the brink of tears. Wade didn’t think she’d be that upset at the thought of getting pregnant. Was it just having a baby in general she didn’t like or just the thought of having his?

  “Soph, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin things for us.”

  “It’s okay,” she sobbed.

  “Something’s the matter. I know you’re not the sort of girl to cry over something trivial.”

  She turned back over, her eyes red and already a little puffy.

  “I’ve never told you this. Only Grans…Grans and Travis have ever known.”

  “Known what?”

  “The real reason I married Travis.”

  “The real reason. You me
an besides the one about him sweeping you off your feet.”

  “Oh Wade. He didn’t exactly sweep me off my feet. I mean I did find him fascinating and…”

  She broke down in tears again.

  “It’s okay. Just tell me, and it will be all out and done with,” said Wade. He put his arms around her, rocked her back and forth while kissing her head.

  “Remember we’d had the argument about us waiting until we’d maybe been to college to get married.”

  “Yep, I still regret doing that. I don’t know what got into me.”

  “I was angry, and Travis invited me to his room. So I thought…”

  “You thought what, Soph?”

  “So in my anger, and yes, my immaturity, I thought I might as well give my virginity away to him.”

  Wade took a deep breath.

  “There’s more, isn’t there? I mean, that’s not what you’re crying about.”

  “I got pregnant.”

  He closed his eyes, squeezing them so tight he thought the action would cause him to lose his sight.

  “My period was late, which it never had been before, so I went to Grans and told her. She said not to worry, but then I told her I’d had sex. She thought it was with you, but I didn’t have the courage to tell her I’d slept with one of the guests. She got me a pregnancy test, and when it said positive she said not to worry because you and I were going to get married anyway. But then I told her it wasn’t your baby.”

  “Soph, why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I knew you’d be hurt, you’d hate me for sleeping with the first guy who came along after we’d had our misunderstanding.”

  He took a deep breath. That was true.

  “Grans was angry. First time she’d ever raised her voice to me and said I’d ruined my life. And you know how forceful she can be? She made Travis propose to me. He didn’t hesitate, and he asked me right before you caught us together.”