by Mira Gibson
“Good thing I met you or else I might have spent my whole life wondering…”
“Good thing,” she agreed, a flare of heat and arousal blossoming between her legs, as Zach explored the blue material of her tube top, searching for a way to free her.
She helped him by simply pulling the tight garment up and over her head.
As she let it drop to the carpet, standing before him topless, her perky breasts swelling and falling with her quickening breaths, nipples hardening at the sexy sight of him looking very pleased with what he saw, she tried to find her voice.
“Zach,” she breathed.
He’d stepped in close to cradle her lower back with one arm, the large hand of his other cupping and caressing the shape of her left breast as if he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment, to see her delicate breasts, to fondle them to her intense pleasure.
He managed to groan out, “Yeah?” his hand already feeling along the waistband of her blue sequined skirt, eager to free her of it as well.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” she breathed. “Something I need you to know.”
“Tell me,” he said, still mesmerized by her hardened nipples, the shape of her sensitive chest.
If he kept touching her like that, she’d never get the words out.
He felt too good, so she caught his hand in hers and when his eyes cut to meet her gaze, she sucked in another fortifying breath.
“What?” he asked. “You can tell me anything.”
She’d never been in this position before, not even close. Though scared, she confessed, “I’m a virgin.”
He froze.
“Zach?”
Stillness. Unmoving. Unblinking.
Was it so awful? she wondered, alarmed.
Then, as if the gears in his head had finally jarred their way into turning properly, Zach started breathing again and the hugest grin spread across his sexy face.
“You just made me the happiest man in Manhattan.”
Chapter Thirteen
Abby’s body felt like warm silk in his hands as he held her narrow waist and searched her big, green eyes.
A virgin?
He could feel a crooked grin tugging at one corner of his mouth, and if he looked like a dopey idiot because of it, he didn’t care. He was seriously happy and even more seriously turned on to be her first. He felt himself strain against his tuxedo slacks just thinking about it.
“I was saving myself for marriage,” she went on shyly. “I mean, I thought I was saving myself for marriage, but then I realized…” she trailed off, staring up at him with the most beautiful and innocent expression on her uplifted face, “I was really just saving myself for you. I just didn’t know it until now.”
It had to be the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. He felt his grin turn serious and a hunger came over him as he caressed his large hands up her warm, nude back, making his way to her heart-shaped face, which he held.
As he searched her eyes, feeling their connection deepen, he reminded her, “Tomorrow night we fly to Belize. We’ll get married the next day. You could still save yourself for your husband, if you want.”
She looked momentarily ambivalent, then said, “I know you’re it.” That made him smile. “And two days seems like a very long time for some reason.”
Zach stroked her auburn hair back, tucking the shiny locks behind her ears so he could see her entire face. Then he leaned in, grinning as he neared, and kissed her. When he pulled her close, their kiss deepening, the feel of her soft, nude breasts against the wall of his chest, only his starched, white shirt between them, he got hard all over again.
“You don’t mind that I’m not going to know what I’m doing?” she asked nervously.
“It’ll come naturally,” he rasped reassuringly, finally making some sense of her blue sequined skirt, his fingers having found a delicate clasp at the small of her back.
He opened the clasp, staring deeply into her eyes and at times delivering a tender kiss to her soft lips, and slowly drew the dainty zipper of her skirt down until the garment slipped loosely over her curvy hips and spilled to the carpet.
Compelled to burn the sight of her into his memory forever, Zach took a step back to take her in.
“God,” he groaned.
Wearing nothing but a sheer, black-lace thong and her high heels, the lines of her long legs and toned arms, the gentle curves of her supple breasts and round hips, the way her red hair flowed full and wild over her shoulders—she looked like some kind of goddess.
And she was all his…
Suddenly he felt wildly overdressed. If his black tie had felt constrictive before, it was a virtual noose now so he wasted no time getting rid of it, shrugging his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders and paying no attention as it plopped to the floor. Abby’s hands were on him in an instant, helping to unbutton his shirt, unfasten his belt, a sense of urgency in her effort.
Soon he was standing before her in nothing but a tight pair of gray boxer-briefs, having kicked off his dress shoes and ripped his socks off, the hard shape of his erection no secret beneath the brushed-cotton of his underwear.
Abby’s eyes widened at the sight, her gaze locked on his shape, and watching her hesitantly reach for him and begin to explore him, feeling his hardness with nothing but cotton between them, stroking him ever-so-slightly, turned him on to no end. Every exhale felt like a growl. His whole body was leaning towards her, head tilted down, their cheeks brushing, as he got lost in the feel of her warm hand stroking and massaging his thick and throbbing cock.
He let out a groan as his hand cupped her lace-covered core and felt heat rolling off her. She was wet through the fabric and realizing that made him groan all over again.
They stood there for a long moment, nude but for their underwear, fondling each other cheek-to-cheek, Zach dying to angle over her on the bed, rip her sexy panties down, and penetrate the tight, slippery wet sheath of her perfect body, but knowing that as soon as he did, he would have to exercise more restraint than he ever had before in his life.
Zach was pretty damn skilled at fucking, but Abby wouldn’t be ready for that, not tonight, maybe not for a while.
He was going to have to make love to her, something he hadn’t done or even thought about doing perhaps ever.
Guess it would be a night of ‘firsts’ all around, he thought with a hint of a smile coming over him as he brought his lips to Abby’s and gave her a tender kiss.
He wanted to make love to her. He also wanted to impress her. Whatever horror stories or fairytales she’d heard throughout the years about what it would be like to lose her virginity, Zach had every intention of blowing every last one of them out of the water.
And with that in mind he swept her up in his arms again, reveling the surprised squeak that escaped her, and carried her to the bed, setting her on her back and angling over her exactly as he’d been dying to do.
He lowered down, savoring the feel of heat coming off of Abby’s sexy, little body. When their bodies touched, he was careful not to put his full weight on her, but rather just enough so that she would feel pinned, legs spread for him, the firm wall of his chest pressing into her soft breasts. He hooked his forearms under her shoulders and after searching her wide eyes and drinking in the sight of her partially gasping, grinning expression—one that conjured images of what she would soon look like once the hard length of him had filled her fully—he began kissing her. Brushing his lips to hers, he experimented with how feather-light he could caress her in-between crushing rougher, passionate kisses against her swollen lips. Soon he lifted up just enough to slip his large hand down the lace front of her black panties—Abby exhaling a sharp, breathy gasp—to explore the silken and oh-so-slippery folds of her warm pussy.
God, she felt inviting. His dick felt like it would rocket-launch off his body if he got any harder.
As he held his lips to hers in a firm kiss and they began breathing together, Zach inhaling her deliciously feminine
scent and Abby moaning each exhale against his mouth, he penetrated the tight sheath of her body with his finger.
She must be nervous, he thought. She was clamped so tight he could barely press in despite how slick she’d grown.
“Relax,” he breathed, removing his finger in favor of caressing her inner thighs, which felt tense to his touch.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” She nodded, but he didn’t buy that she believed him. “Do you trust me?”
Her green eyes snapped to meet his and she answered honestly, “Yes.”
An idea sprung to mind and a mischievous grin curled at the corners of his lips.
“Can you be a good girl for me?” he asked, going into what had become their intensely hot fooling around dynamic—Zach the domineering bad boy who got off on molesting the prim and proper good girl, but only if she kept quiet and never told. Sure, it was a little perverted, but with his mouth on Abby’s tingling vagina, it’s not like she’d complained. It was their thing and quite frankly, it turned him on more than any other sexual encounter he’d ever had. When a shy smile came over her, her cheeks flushing pink at his suggestion, he told her, “Be a good girl and relax so I can get inside that tight, little pussy of yours.”
She moaned, eyelids fluttering, and as he brought his finger once again to her slick vagina, he felt the clench of her body loosen as if she was melting for him.
He groaned in response, loving the effect he had on her, the power over her body he possessed. In terms of pleasuring her pussy with his mouth night after night, he’d gotten to a point where if he commanded her to come, growling the order against her slippery clit, she would. Just like that. Moaning and writhing against his firm mouth-massage.
His voice a deep whisper, he rasped into her ear, “You like it when I make you come, don’t you?” as he penetrated her and began probing his index finger in and out in a steady fondle to work her up good.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed.
“Are you going to be very good for me and let me give it to you?”
“Mm-hmm,” she repeated with more enthusiasm, the slippery sheath of her body loosening a bit more.
Zach pressed another finger inside and she clenched, her whole body flinching, but before he could remind her to be a good girl she immediately corrected her error, deliciously desperate for him to make her come in whatever manner he saw fit.
“Good girl,” he praised, kissing her temple.
After continuing his internal massage and throwing his thumb into the mix, circling the pad of it firmly over and around her sensitive clit, Abby confessed, “It’s building.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded cutely, her eyelids heavy with lust.
“You ready for the real deal?”
“I’ll be good and take all of you,” she promised.
Ah Christ, he groaned, she was a dirty little thing no matter how sweet and innocent she acted.
He had to pull himself together for a second before responding with, “Good.”
Lifting up to his knees and relishing the sexy length of her nude body beneath him, those long, shapely legs of hers spread wide, Zach began working her black, lace panties down her round hips, admiring the taut slope of her stomach, the way her breasts lay spread and defined, rising and falling with her quickening breaths…
Soon he freed her legs and tossed her panties to the carpet, drinking in the sight of her nude and splayed before him, loving the glistening folds of her pink vagina that he’d grown intensely intimate with over the week.
On his knees now, his cock hard and throbbing beneath his boxer-briefs, Zach gripped his erection, accentuating its shape, and asked, “Can that tight little virgin pussy handle this?”
A sharp breath hitched in her throat and her rosy cheeks flushed even hotter. Then the coyest, kittenish smile spread across her naughty face, and she asked him, “Will you go really slow?”
Zach had absolutely no fucking clue how he’d manage that since he was so turned on that he was pretty damn sure the second the wide, firm head of his dick pressed against her slick vagina, it would take literally every ounce of willpower he possessed not to thrust hard and fast into her and start pounding her pussy until she climaxed—limbs loose and bouncing, moans and screams escaping—all over his merciless dimensions…
“Will you do as I say,” he countered, “so that I don’t hurt you?”
Her eyes widened, a gleam of fear shining through, but it only added to his soaring arousal.
Finally, he shoved his boxer-briefs down, his erection bobbing and slapping against his rippling abs.
Abby’s mouth hung open.
Shit, he thought. Every face she made was the most exquisite form of torture for him. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to that pretty little mouth of hers, but she wouldn’t be ready for it. Christ, there were a million things he wanted to do to her… and he would, eventually.
“You’re really big,” she rasped, as he produced a condom from the nightstand drawer, rolled it on, and worked her thighs apart, making room for himself in-between.
“Wrap your arms around my shoulders,” he instructed, angling over her.
She did.
“Look at me.”
She met his gaze and held it.
She nearly let her eyes flutter shut when the wide tip of his cock pressed against her slick pussy, but she quickly corrected the close call.
“Breathe,” he told her.
She certainly tried to, her chest rising and falling at a fevered pace, as he stroked his wide tip up and down her slippery-wet length, prepping her for penetration.
“Keep breathing,” he reminded her, lowering his lips to hers just as she let out a nervous laugh of aroused anticipation.
“This is so hot,” she admitted after he’d pressed a rough peck against her lips.
“You’re telling me?”
They stared at each other for a long beat, Zach getting lost in the warm feel of Abby’s tight body, Abby, as far as he could tell, savoring his every stroke.
“Be a good girl for me,” he demanded, popping the tip of his cock into her hot, creamy pussy.
After letting out a little surprised start, she submissively breathed, “Yes, Zach.”
He kissed her temple then groaned, “Good girl,” as he slowly penetrated his every thick inch into her hot, slippery tightness, in no rush, simply reveling the feel of her, the way she was responding to him, pussy clenching and breaths quickening and soft clipped moans escaping and gradually the tight clamped shape of her vagina relaxing to accommodate his long, girthy size.
Soon the length of him was met with firm resistance deep inside of Abby.
She was moaning with every breath now, her slender arms holding his shoulders tightly, his head buried in her wild, auburn hair, forehead to bedspread because he was so overcome by the feel of her that he couldn’t hold himself up any longer.
He held his cock deep inside of her and they just breathed together for a long moment, letting Abby get as used to the feel of him as she could.
“You feel… you feel,” she tried to say, but her brain had stopped functioning in the way she was used to.
“Shh,” he cooed in her ear.
She let out a little giggle, having finally found the words, “I think I’m going to come.”
He would’ve been skeptical if their bodies hadn’t fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces, the slight arch of his dick molding flawlessly against her subtle curve.
If she was about to come from this alone, her orgasm wouldn’t be quite the full body earthquake it could be if he did this…
Zach began grinding his cock deep inside of her, stimulating her G-spot, his pubic bone massaging her slippery clit.
Abby cried out. Her arms that had been holding him tightly turned to putty and fell to the bed. Her legs lost all strength. And every inch of her surrendered to the deep, steady grind of Zach working her up into what he hoped would be the o
rgasm of the century.
“You like that?” he growled in her ear, unrelenting in his firm rhythm.
“Yes!” she cried out, growing creamier for him by the second.
“What if I get a bit rough with you?” he challenged, shifting his firm grinds to deliver a few mean pounds.
This time her response wasn’t English or even words for that matter and he grinned, loving how she was taking him.
He kept up with pounding her, Abby moaning and gasping as they bounced together. He could feel her clench up, getting tense, maybe a sweet sting coming over her, so he eased down, shifting back into a creamy grind and being sure to press his pubic bone against her clit as he worked her at a gentler rhythm.
“Zach?” she breathed in his ear. He lifted up to meet her gaze, his cock working her deep all the while. She hesitated a moment and searched his eyes. “I love you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, gratitude thick in his deep voice, his heart expanding ten times its natural size hearing her say that. “I fucking love you, too.”
That was all it took.
She let out a melting moan, eyelids growing heavy, lips curling into a heavenly smile and then lifting into an almost pained look of intense pleasure. He quickened his rhythm, watching her expression to gauge what she would need next to pitch her over the edge. Soon he was thrusting hard again. Bodies sweaty. Bouncing. Abby crying out. Zach doing everything in his power to hang on and not cum until she had.
“I’m going to be your husband,” he growled.
“I’m your wife,” she moaned and hearing that, knowing it would be true in just two days, put him over the edge.
Thank God Abby was in the throes of climaxing as well.
The biggest explosion shot through him as he felt himself spurt over and over again deep inside her clenching, writhing body. Relief like he’d never before felt washed over him as his orgasm swelled and then subsided, Abby riding the waves of her own blossoming pleasure beneath him in a sexy fit.
The calm that followed was as close to actual heaven as Zach had ever come in his life.
He collapsed beside her then scooped Abby into his arms, holding her close and meaning to tell her once again that he loved her, that he couldn’t believe he found her, that he couldn’t believe the craziest risk either of them had ever taken—signing some batshit bonkers contract as a PR strategy to save his career—was hands down the best decision of his life and hers he was more than certain.