Beginning with Forever

by Lan LLP

  “No… I… was just thinking how fate brought you to me and how much my life has changed since that day I found you on the beach,” I stumble over my words, sharing a sincere thought with him. I’m trying not to be afraid of letting someone into my life, fearing that I’ll end up hurting like my mother.

  “You’ve had the same effect on mine, Lily. You’ve redirected my path, helping me see light instead of darkness. You’re good for me, and I hope I’m good for you.”

  “You are good for me,” I confirm with a kiss to his lips, still sweet from the Crème and chocolate. He’s happily relieved and pours himself another glass of red wine.

  “More sparkling juice?” he offers me with a mischievous smile.

  “No thanks, but don’t drink too much. I want the real you and not the intoxicated you.” It’s also important for me to know that he’s not influenced in any way when he shares his feelings with me.

  “Believe me, the wine indulges my palate, but I’ll have no trouble savoring all of you. You intoxicate me, not the wine.” Goosebumps immediately plague my body from the sound of his dissolving, warm voice. He places his right hand behind the nape of my neck and gently draws me to his wine scented mouth. I can taste the lingering rich, bold, bitter flavors of the wine as our tongues entwine. I want him so badly, says the sex-craved woman. I attempt to unbutton his shirt, but he clasps my hands after the third button. Tracing his lips along my neck to my ear, he whispers, “Sweet Angel…not here…not for your first time with me. I want to make love to you in our bedroom.” He lifts me up in one easy sweep and carries me to the master bedroom. The room is flooded with shimmering moonlight bouncing off the distant glossy water and glass windows.

  Soft instrumental music continues to surround us with calmness. It sounds familiar to me as I try to remember the title. “What song is this?”

  “‘Breathe’ by Faith Hill.” He looks directly into my melting eyes with his response. Is it possible for this man to make this moment any more perfect? I push the thick drapes of gossamer aside with my free arm to find that someone has already pulled back the plush comforter on the bed. My bottom is gently placed on top of the soft ivory sheets. Carson slowly unzips my dress from the back and shimmies me partially out of it. My body is tenderly lowered onto the bed. The deep sultry trance in his eyes tells me he’s pleased with my shear, pink bustier and panties. The rest of my dress flows gracefully off the bed into a white pool of gossamer on the floor. His pupils turn dark, glazed with decadent desire as he locks into the image of my body lying on his bed, waiting for him to savor. My heart is racing along with my rapid breathing. Oh my god, is this really happening? Will it hurt? Will I regret it? I panic unexpectedly.

  Lowering his body over mine, he nuzzles his pelvis between my thighs. My face is caressed in his left hand as he traces his right index finger from the top of my forehead down to my lips and leaves one tender kiss there. Reaching for my left hand, he bestows an identical kiss on my palm and then presses it against my pounding chest. “Angel, your heart is beating so rapidly. How can I ease your mind?” He looks worried.

  “I’m fine,” I softly reassure him, but still panicking internally.

  “You’ve touched that part of my heart that no woman has ever been able to reach. I’m in…I’m deeply affected by you.” Did he almost say the word love? No, it’s not possible; it’s much too soon even if I’m starting to think it’s possible.

  “I feel the exact same way about you. As corny as this may sound, my life is a complete circle when you’re in it. Everything seems perfectly smooth, and there’s no end to my happiness.” I take his palm and leave an identical kiss on it. His dimpled smile emerges, making me even more breathless. I pull him closer to me, allowing his lips to seal over mine with intensity and need. A low, stimulated moan escapes deep within him which has a rippling effect through my entire dissolving body. I free my left hand to finish undoing the remaining three buttons and slide his shirt off his broad shoulders. Oh god, his body is just as flawless as I remembered that first day when I lusted after him at the hospital. His muscles are lean and elongated more like a swimmer’s or cyclist’s body. I run my hands greedily over his defined abs, pecs and arms. I can’t believe this gorgeous man is all mine. He unseals our lips to nip and kiss tenderly along each side of my neck while freeing my breasts from the constrictive bra.

  “Better? Your breasts were suffocating in this.” Carson tosses it over his head and off the bed with a delighted expression.

  “Ah, I’m free! I can finally breathe again,” I exhale. He smiles at my candid response.

  His warm mouth domes over each breast steeple, gingerly licking, sucking and caressing. The hot tip of his tongue melts over my pink peak, causing my body to writhe in pleasure. Oh god, he knows all the sensual trigger points. I honestly believe there’s a direct sultry link from my nipples down to my G-spot because with every burning lick over it, the same tingling sensation shoots to my throbbing sex.

  “What else can I free you from?” He skims his hooded eyes from my breasts down to my mid-section and then to my pelvis. “Oh yes, these panties.” With each thumb hooked on either side of my lacy string, he pulls it slowly down mid-calf and then slides each leg out, gripping it tightly in hand. “Your panties are soaked with your sweetness. Angel, you’re making me hard.” Damn, can he make me any wetter than I already am? He lowers himself between my inner thighs, run his hands along them and leaves trails of kisses and gentle bites. Yes, he can because I’m soaking through the bottom sheet. My body arches and collapses with want until his lips enter what I consider the forbidden lip zone, creating immediate tension, and my body stiffens with his touch.

  “Carson, please, I don’t think…,” I softly plead, but he interrupts me. All kinds of insecurities are running through my mind right now.

  “Shh, baby, I want all of you,” he soothingly whispers. I inhale a deep breath and release it slowly as my chest weighs heavy on the bed. Sealing my eyes, my head falls back on the pillow and then my unyielding thighs slowly relax, opening to a wide V. There’s no turning back now. You can do this. He wants to please you, I convince myself while setting my modesty aside. The tip of his fingers traces the length of my slick folds before separating them. His warm tongue circles around and strokes my pulsing bud with forceful pressure. I whimper loudly and shamelessly. The pleasure he’s inflicting on me is indescribable, wiping all my inhibitions away. I fall completely apart as his two fingers slide rhythmically in and out of me, causing my body to squirm out of control.

  “Oh Carson,” I moan louder through gritted teeth as my hands dig into the mattress, tightly gripping the sheets underneath me. “Ah…uh…uh.”

  “Moan baby, let me hear you,” he urges me to release everything that’s holding me back. My body caves in, trembling with my first earth-shattering climax. He has a conquering smile on his face as my insides hug around his skillful fingers. “Now that you’re wet and ready for me, I’ll make you mine.” He quickly slides out of his pants and shifts his body, so his powerful erection is now pressing against my wet entrance. “I promise I’ll be gentle, baby,” he soothes. I feel him slowly, tenderly guide his firm shaft inside me, but remain shallow. “You’re tight Angel…so tight,” he grunts. I’m thinking he’s too big as he gently stretches my virginal walls. “Am I hurting you?” he asks.

  His sizable manhood is uncomfortable, but I deny it and tell him, “I’m…fine.” When he sees my reassuring smile, he kisses me with more intensity and need. Our bond makes my insides eager for more sensation to mask the ache from his penetration. I want him to take me now. My thighs firmly grip either side of his lean hips as I cup his tight ass with my hands to bring him closer to me. I crave the intimacy between us and the touch of his skin against mine. “Carson, I need you,” I desperately plead.

  He gently pulls his lips away from mine and whispers, “You’re everything to me,” into my ears. He slowly penetrates through my seal of virtue.

  “Uh…uh
…,” I whimper softly, feeling him stretch and rip through my membrane which has secured my innocence until now. My fingers dig into his back more urgently, transferring my pain to him. It burns and aches, but the overwhelming pleasure conceals and balances it, wiping the discomforts away. His mouth is sealed over mine, sharing my air and moans of bliss.

  Gently, he continues to thrust. “Christ, you feel so good to me.” Each thrust into my hot, wet flesh feeds the growing desire in his body. “Baby, you were made just for me. Mine forever.” Sweat coats our feverish bodies, making our skin contact more intimate.

  “Oh Carson…ah,” I groan. Elated tears form, trickling down my cheeks. I just gave my twenty-two years of innocence away to a man I’ve only known for about a week, and it feels perfectly right to me.

  He suddenly stops, looking heart-brokenly concerned. “Oh god, am I hurting you? What’s wrong, Lily? You’re crying.”

  “Happy tears,” I reassure him. He wipes them away with the pad of his thumb and kisses each corner of my eyes.

  “Hold onto that happy thought, Angel.” He withdraws himself. I’m given more loving kisses as he reaches underneath one of the bed pillow to retrieve a condom packet. Rising onto his knees, he tells me, “I wanted our first intimate touch to be skin to skin, and it was unbelievably amazing, but I can’t risk being unprotected around your sexy body. No man can resist coming inside you, especially me.”

  I put my hand out and offer, “Let me help you.” He rips it open and drops the condom in my palm. I gingerly circle my index finger over the sensitive head of his erection, admiring it. A soft moan escapes him as he arches his back slightly. I totally get what he was saying about moaning. It turns me on too, hearing him. I place the condom over his slick head, feeling inept that I might not be able to do it. I’ve seen it demonstrated in sex education, but have never attempted it myself. He senses my inexperience and helps me slide it over the full length of his hard shaft. He lowers my body down and resumes his position with slow gentle thrusts. It feels good, but it’s much too gentle. My body wants more. I crave his strength inside me.

  “Carson, more…I need you,” I boldly pant and beg. It’s a green light for him to release all his suppressed passion. He was definitely holding back. He pounds into me, letting me know that his needs are just as greedy as mine. The heated friction between his hardness and my softness fuses our bodies with blissful consummation. Hot drops of sweat stream over my gripping fingers, on his muscular shoulders, down to my arms.

  Carson’s body is now tense like mine with tingling, heart-stopping sensation. “Baby, come,” he groans breathlessly.

  “Oh, Carson…uh…uh…,” I yield to his request and release my body. With one last deep plunge, he explodes inside me. My walls cave in and pulsate all around him, clenching tightly. His body continues to tremble from the aftershock of our first climax together. Our hearts beat fiercely against each other’s. He empties the last of his cum with gentle strokes, softening his body. Our breathing remains heavy as we continue to enjoy our post-orgasm embrace. And as soon as he’s able to catch his breath, he parts my lips with his tongue and kisses me passionately.

  “Carson, oh my god, that was unbelievable.” There’s a wry smile on his satisfied face as he tenderly pulls himself out of me and discreetly discards his over-filled condom.

  “It gets better each time,” he murmurs against my lips, kissing and nuzzling against my chest.

  “How soon can we do it again?” I ask breathlessly, hoping I don’t sound too eager, but my cheeks immediately blush cerise regardless.

  He offers me a heart-wrenching smile. “What have I done with my innocent Angel? I’ve created a naughty Vixen.” I shrug my shoulders in response. “Right now, if you’re ready and not too uncomfortable.” His body falls into mine.

  ____________________

  The third round is just as earth-shattering. He’s more cautious and his touch is extra gentle, knowing that I’m already tender from the previous two times. He seems as insatiable as I am, like it’s his first time, too. “Carson, will it always be this amazing every time?” I ask him breathlessly while gasping for air.

  “With you Angel, it’ll always be for me. As much as I want to have my way with you again, I better encourage you to rest or you won’t allow me to touch you again for the rest of the weekend.” He nestles his face into my chest and rests his head satisfyingly there.

  “I guess you know best since you’re the expert at this.” I can’t understand it, but there’s an uncontrollable surge of jealousy that drowns and chokes me as soon as I utter those words. After sharing such an intimate night with him, I hate the thought of Carson loving or being with any other woman. “Have you loved anyone in your past?” He remains quiet for what seems like an eternity, and then shifts his head off my chest to answer my tough inquiry.

  His eyes search for mine before answering with a question, “Not really, why do you ask?” His expression is curiously inquisitive.

  “I think I finally understand why it’s difficult for you to accept my friendship with Richard. I hate the thought of you with any woman. I know it’ll be intolerable for me.” My body temperature elevates equally with my voice as I become more jealous. What’s gotten into me? One night of heated sex and I think I own this man.

  “I didn’t think you can be any hotter, but this jealous, pouty face of yours is making me hard again. Jesus, Lil, you’ll be the death of me. You’re driving my body insane.” He stares into my narrowed eyes, smiling, disregarding my irrational, jealous ranting, thank god.

  I restrain his arms with my wimpy hands, straddling his body between my slender thighs. “Just one more time and then I promise to be your Angel again,” I seduce him with my pouty lips, an asset I’ve acquired that’s become extremely handy for getting my way with Carson.

  “Don’t change. I enjoy your Vixen side just as much,” he assures me and then searches underneath his pillow for another condom. Slowly, he buries himself deep inside me, making me wince. Ouch! It aches, but I don’t want him to stop. His strong hands are on either side of my hips, guiding me to move up and down to his rhythm. He sits up, cupping my buttocks with his hands, pulling me closer to him as we continue our steady rhythm. My back arches, my head falls backward as I grip his powerful thighs with my sweaty hands. He takes full advantage of my exposed neck and breasts, drawing me closer to his mouth and tongue with his hands splayed on my back. The aggressiveness of his kisses and lapping leaves my body with bee sting sensation. I grip his face with both hands and leave a momentous bite on his lower lip, followed with a soothing kiss.

  “Oh Carson, come with me,” I urge as I ride him, squeezing my wall tightly around him. He grits his teeth, thrusts his pelvis up to meet me, tenses his body and releases it, falling back onto the bed. I follow him breathlessly with my languished body laying comfortably over his. “Good night Carson,” I wish him and close my heavy eyes to sleep.

  Carson Bradley

  I unravel my arms around Lil, sit up and pull the bed sheet over her beautiful, nude body. How can I sleep after something that unforgettable? It’s impossible. My eyes steal another glance over her body, tracing her sexy silhouette under the sheet to stumble upon remnants of her innocence. Fuck! I remember her telling me that she hasn’t really been affected by anyone else until she met me, but I didn’t realize that meant she’s never slept with a man before. I should’ve known as soon as I entered her tight channel that I was stretching her for the first time. God, what have I done? She just gave me the greatest gift of my life, her chastity. After maintaining her purity for twenty-two years, she offered it to me and no one else. In return, I at least owe her all my love and devotion. I want her in my life, hopefully have her as my wife one day and share the happy ending my parents have. I know what it’s like to be happy again. I’m not going back to my life before Lillian.

  Now I’m left with one huge dilemma, what am I going to do after this month ends? With her flawless academic background, Lily can
easily transfer to Harvard without a doubt in my mind. In fact, Dean Filmore owes me a few favors which I will cash in if I need to. My annual Hodgkin’s Lymphoma Charity Yacht function in Chicago will be the perfect place for me to discreetly introduce them to each other. Once he meets and speaks with her, he’ll concur that she’s Harvard material. After that, I’ll convince her to move back to Boston with me, so I can selfishly have her in my bed every night. My mind runs a non-ending marathon as I continue to plan our life together. I climb back into bed and wrap my arms around her body, keeping her as close to me as possible.

  Lillian Ly

  Dear god, my body aches, and all my muscles are sore. Who would’ve guessed that sex could be such an intensive workout? Carson was right to have warned me last night. My lips are tender to the slightest touch of my finger tips and my nipples are beyond sensitive, but I feel incredibly blissful. I turn my head to my right and see a perfect, pink, lotus blossom on his pillow. Once again, Mr. Bright-and-Early Carson isn’t here in bed with me. I brush the cool petals across my lips and inhale their fruity, sweet scent, amazed that he’s effortlessly charming all the time. I’m falling for him in the worst way.

  I throw the covers off me, climb out of bed, and see small traces of blood on the sheet, evidence of my virginity. Realization hits me instantly, my purity is gone. I’ve given it away, hopefully to a man who’ll eventually love me. I yank the stained sheet off the bed and coincidentally, my white dress with the red sash comes with it. If he had foreseen the analogy between them, my dress is a significant clue from him to me for how our evening would end. There I go overanalyzing again. I shake my crazy thought, grab the sheet and rinse off the stain in the sink.

  I spot his white, linen shirt from last night on the floor, scoop it up and slide it on. Now let’s see what my inexhaustible lover is up to so early in the morning. As I walk further down the hallway, I hear thumping sounds of his feet rapidly pounding and running on an accelerating treadmill. My head peeks into the state of the art workout room and see his sexy body, dripping with hot, sultry sweat. He’s shirtless with running shorts on. His muscle tone and physique are Greek god-like. Even though I’ve had an exceedingly satisfying evening, my greedy insides still yearn for more. I want him again regardless of how sore I am. Uh-oh, I’m caught. He looks directly at me, dead in the eyes, coercing me to come over to him with his alluring, index finger. He stops the treadmill and walks towards me. I’m breathless as I take in his raw, virile, musk scent. He grabs my hand, leads me to a tall glass window, showing me a remarkable view of tranquil blue water.