by Jacob Chance
“Zack,” I shout. “I was sitting here feeling guilty and worried we were going to hell.” She giggles.
“Nope, no blemishes on your record. Mine is another story, but at least you don’t have to worry about your soul being damned for what we did tonight.”
Zack drives me straight home and holds my hand as we walk up the stairs next to each other. When we arrive at my door he turns to me. “Do you mind if we continue on with our date? I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet.” His blue eyes sparkle as they stare down at me.
How can I say no to him?
“Sure, do you want to come in?” I ask, reaching in my pocket for my keys.
“I’d like that.” He runs the back of his fingers down my cheek, stealing my breath for a moment. He’s dangerous. One small touch from him and I turn brainless, incapable of the smallest task.
I mentally shake my head. Snap out of it. He’s just a guy, albeit a gorgeous one.
I shove the key in the lock, opening my door. He follows me inside, pushing it closed behind us. I immediately kick my heels off. “Would you like some wine? I have a new bottle I’ve been wanting to open.”
“Yes, I would, but I’ll get it. You go get comfortable and I’ll take care of the rest.”
I remove my wool coat, hanging it on the coat rack just inside the entrance. “Are you sure? Give me a yell if you don’t know where something is.” Walking into the living room, I head over to the Christmas tree. Every night I lie on the floor and stare up at the lights. I like the way they reflect on the white ceiling. Judging by the amount of pine needles that have fallen to the floor, it’s time to take it down, but I’ll miss it when it’s gone.
I shut the lights in the living room off and spread my thick, fleece blanket out on the floor next to the tree. Grabbing two large pillows off the couch, I situate them side by side and settle back against one.
It’s only a minute more until Zack is standing beside me, holding my wine glass out. His coat and tie are gone and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. He looks even sexier than he did all buttoned up. I sit up, grab the glass from his grasp, and tip the chilled liquid back. I drink it down in three large gulps, settling back down on my pillow while Zack laughs.
“What?” I ask.
He smiles at me, sinking down to the blanket. “I’ve never seen you drink that fast before.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Are you nervous to be alone with me?”
My head rocks back and forth on the pillow as I shake it. “No, not at all. I just didn’t feel like holding it.” And you’re so gorgeous, I want to tear your clothes off.
He lets out a chuckle, before lying down next to me on the blanket. “Where’s your wine?” I ask, noticing his lack of.
“I’m not in the mood for wine, but I didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t have some.”
I turn my head and glance at him beside me on the blanket. Is this what it would be like to lie beside him in my bed? I want to know and it scares me. I haven’t had sex with someone besides Christopher and my instincts tell me being with Zack would be completely different.
At least I’m not a virgin. I remember how nervous I was the first time Christopher and I made love.
Three years ago
“Relax darling.” Christopher brushes his lips against mine. “Nothing will happen unless you want it to.” His lips slide down to kiss my neck and I remind myself to relax. My fingers clutch his hair as his head moves down and I gasp when his lips close around a nipple. His fingers softly trail down my stomach and my hips raise to meet them when they slide through my slit. He pushes two fingers inside me and I moan. I want him. I want this to happen tonight. We’ve been together for six months now and he’s been more than patient with me and my old-fashioned ways. I know it can’t have been easy for him to hold out this long, but he’s never pressured me. Not that we haven’t done other things, because we have. We’ve done it all and I’ve loved it. I know this will be no different.
Giving him my virginity is the last thing holding me back. It’s the final piece of me I can give him. He already owns my heart and the thought of him having this too scares me. If he ever left me it would destroy me, but I know he wouldn’t. That’s not who he is.
Every day he shows me he loves me and I’m confident he always will.
His thumb circles my clit and then brushes back and forth over it. “Christopher, please,” I moan squeezing my eyes shut.
“Are you in a rush darling?” he questions as my hips rock against his hand.
“Yes, I want you. Please,” I beg. His fingers briefly leave me as I hear the condom wrapper tearing. My eyes fly open when I feel the head of his cock pressing against my opening. I watch his face as he slides a little inside me. His eyes meet mine as he lowers his chest down, resting on his elbows. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to regret this.”
Nodding, I cup his face with my hands and smile. “I’m sure about us. Kiss me and make me yours.” He groans and seals his mouth over mine. Our tongues rub together as he pushes the rest of the way inside me. I cry out with an unintelligible sound. He keeps kissing me to distract me.
The pain is intense and my vagina feels like it’s on fire. I grip his hair, tugging hard. I don’t mean to deliberately hurt him, it’s more of a reflex.
He pulls his mouth from mine. “Are you okay, darling?” He lowers his forehead to mine.
“Yeah, I’m not going to lie, it hurts. I think you just split me in two.” He chuckles and rubs his nose over mine. “I guarantee you’re still in one piece. I’m going to move now.” He brushes his lips over mine.
“Let me know if it’s too much for you.” His hips pull back and I breathe a sigh of relief. I mentally cringe as I wait for him to push back inside me. One thing’s for certain, this is going to be painful. I’m pleasantly surprised when it’s not as bad and the more he moves the better I start to feel. When his thumb begins to rub my clit, I moan and grab onto his shoulders. I push my hips up to meet his thrusts, and he takes my lips in a passion filled kiss.
Every inch of us is connected and I’ve never felt closer to him.
Our gazes are locked as we lie here on my fleece blanket. The lights from the Christmas tree reflect in his eyes and over the masculine angles of his face.
He rolls over on his side, propping his head up on his fist. His other hand caresses over my shoulder, before gently cupping the front of my neck.
He stares into my eyes as if he’s waiting for me to stop him, but I’m not going to. I’m tired of being afraid. I’m ready to see where this is going.
He applies pressure to my neck. Is he testing me? Fear runs through me. Is he going to choke me to death? My mind races for a moment. This is Zack. He wouldn’t do anything like that. He’s never given me any reason to fear him. I force myself to hold still.
His eyes flash their approval at me. “Good girl.”
I flush from his praise. I like pleasing him.
His hand slides up to briefly cup my chin before his index finger sensually traces the outer shape of my mouth. When he moves to the seam of my lips, my tongue licks the pad of his finger. Desire flares in his eyes and then his lips are on mine. There’s no tentative exploration of a first kiss. This is a teeth clashing, hair pulling, tongue dueling kiss. I can’t ever remember being kissed like this before. I can barely breathe, he’s devouring me. His mouth so tight against mine, his chest crashes into me, pushing me onto my back. My heart is pounding so fast it might explode.
He rolls over between my legs and I can feel his cock against me. Pressing me into the floor with the weight of his body, he’s everywhere. Instead of being panicked or feeling claustrophobic like I should; I’m excited by the unknown.
His beard is soft against the skin of my forehead as he trails kisses across the width and down the side of my temple. I wonder what that hair would feel like against my nipples or the inside of my thighs? I want to know. I need to know, but I’ve never been that kind o
f girl. I sink my fingers in his thick hair and pull him back to my mouth. I need his lips on mine to stop all the doubts from taking over. It doesn’t matter what kind of girl I used to be. I’m not her anymore and Christopher’s not coming back for me. I need to embrace this moment and forget about everything but Zack.
13
Zack
I’m in a tailspin right now. Kissing Lana is even better than I imagined and now all I can think of is how I can get my cock inside her as soon as possible. I don’t want to rush her, but fuck, it’s been almost eight weeks since we officially met and almost fourteen weeks since I first saw her at Quake. I’m a patient man, but goddamn, no one’s that patient. A saint I’ll never be, especially tonight. I’m done fucking waiting. She wants it and I’m going to give it to her. I’ll make her forget Christopher ever existed.
Her hands tug on my hair and she’s rougher than I imagined she’d be. I like it. I think my precious angel is going to be full of surprises. That’s not all she’s going to be full of.
My hand slips inside the neckline of her dress and the lace of her bra is rough against my palm when I cup her breast. My other hand slides down over the slight curve of her hip, continuing on until I reach her hose covered legs.
I pull my lips from hers. I want to watch her reaction to my touch. My fingers skate up her leg taking her dress with them. I pause at the top of her thigh, tracing around the lacy edge with my fingertips. Her breath hitches. I slowly push the hose down until it’s completely off. I move to her other leg and her eyes close when my fingertips tease around the edge of her hose. I pull it slowly off, my lips trailing kisses down her calf. We’re only just beginning angel.
I kneel between her legs and push her dress up until she raises her arms over her head to help me. My eyes reverently trace over every inch of her. She’s a fucking goddess. A siren luring me in with every rise and fall of her chest, with every sigh, with every fucking thing she does.
I unclasp the front enclosure of her bra, holding my breath as I push the cups apart. My breath leaves me in a rush when the sheer perfection of her tits is revealed. Her fair skin is flawless, completely unblemished. Her tits are what wet dreams are made of. Full, round handfuls of perfection with taut pink nipples.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous.” I whisper in her ear, then suck her earlobe between my lips. The urge to bite is overwhelming, I fight against it. I know I should curb my tendencies to cause my partner pain. She’s not ready for that yet.
My eyes move to the Christmas tree, taking in the strands of lights draped loosely around it. I tug her arms over her head, crossing her wrists. I pull on the string of lights to loosen it more. The ornaments jingle and a couple crash to the floor as the wire gives. More pine needles fall to the floor as I loop it over her wrists. The lights reflect down on her naked body, painting her with a palette of different colors. She looks incredible.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her.
She trustingly gazes up at me even though I know this is probably not something she’s ever done before.
I lower down, pulling one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue around it. I move over to her other nipple, teasing the tip with my tongue. Sliding a hand between us I slip inside her panties. My fingers hit the thin strip of hair first and it leads me right to the golden ticket - her clit. She’s soaked and discovering this has my dick impossibly hard. I tear her panties off with my other hand. She raises her hips up, she wants them gone as much as I do. She moans as the pad of my thumb slowly circles her clit. She gasps when I push two fingers inside her and her hips start to rock against my hand. She’s so naturally responsive to me, like I imagined she would be.
I apply more pressure with my thumb and rub her clit faster. My lips lower to capture hers in a hungry kiss, our tongues chasing each other. Her hips rock faster and I know she’s close. I pick up the pace of my fingers, rubbing her clit until she moans into my mouth and trembles beneath me. I draw back from her lips, smiling at the beautiful flush on her cheeks. I put that there.
I want to taste her soaking wet pussy. I need my tongue to be buried inside her. I move back and stretch out on the blanket, resting my chin just above her clit.
“Do you want my mouth on you?” I slide my lips along the length of the sexy, thin strip of red hair, my eyes on her face. Her hips raise and she whimpers.
“Is that a yes?” I ask, my lips against her clit.
She moans and lifts her pelvis toward my mouth.
“Say, yes Zack,” I order. “I want to hear you say my name.”
“Yes…” I swipe my tongue along her slit. “Zack,” she moans. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Gripping her ankles, I push her legs up to her chest and expose her shiny wet pussy to my gaze. I dive in face first, burying my tongue between her lips, savoring the sweet taste of her as I lick and suck up every trace of her orgasm.
Every gasp and moan she releases fuels me. I can’t get enough of her. My mouth slides up to her clit to roll it between my lips and tongue. Sucking on the engorged spot until her head thrashes from side to side, I slip two fingers inside her tight heat. Her hips roll under my tongue and against my hand as she climbs toward her release. I suck harder and pump my fingers. She comes with a loud moan. Her entire body spasms so hard she jerks ornaments off the Christmas tree with her arms.
I jump to my feet amidst the sound of shattering glass, my fingers already on the buttons of my shirt. I tear it off as quickly as I can before tugging my plain white t-shirt over my head. Glancing down at Lana, I catch the heat in her gaze aimed my way. It’s a turn on to know she likes what she sees. Wait until she sees what’s behind door number two.
I undo the button on my pants, and she bites on her lip. I lower the zipper and the metal teeth grind in the silence of the space. I push my pants and boxer briefs down together, bending over to remove my socks. When I straighten up and she catches sight of all of me, her eyes get comically wide. She looks panicked. I lower down to my knees between her legs and then lay over her, my weight braced on my palms on either side of her.
“Having second thoughts?” I ask, staring into her large green eyes.
She shakes her head. “No.” She chews on her lip. “I’m just nervous. I haven’t done this in a long time and you’re…” she trails off, looking away from me.
I cup her chin in my hand and turn her face back to me. “I’m bigger than he was?” I say, my eyebrow cocked. I need her to admit the bastard’s dick was smaller than mine.
She nods again. “Yes,” she whispers looking embarrassed. I can’t contain the smile breaking out over my face at her confirmation. I want to run a victory lap around the room singing We Are the Champions. There isn’t a guy alive who doesn’t want to have the biggest cock that’s ever been in his girl’s pussy, whether they admit it or not.
I slide my nose along the side of hers. “Do you trust me?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
She licks her lips. “Yes, I trust you.”
As I gaze down into her wide eyes, it occurs to me I don’t ever want to see disappointment reflected there. I’ll do my best to avoid it. I know sooner or later the truth will find its way to her. But, for now, she can be mine.
I slide my cock back and forth along her slit. “I’ve been tested and I’m safe.”
“I am too.” I groan at her answer and begin to push inside her tight pussy. Fuck. She’s like a vise squeezing my cock as I slowly move back and forth. I lean on one arm and let my other hand move down to strum her clit. She gasps, her legs wrap around my hips, her heels digging into my back.
Her rapid exhales fan across my cheek as I move down to kiss her neck. My hips begin to move faster. My thrusts grow more forceful with every moan or gasp she emits until her hips buck against mine when she comes. I slam inside her once, twice, three more times and come harder than I ever have in my entire life.
I fall on top of her, keeping all my weight from crushing her tiny frame. I need to b
e close to her for as long as I can. Goddamn, that was intense. I roll to the side and unwind the lights, then pull her onto my chest. “You’re incredible,” I tell her, kissing the inside of each wrist. She looks up at me with her big doe eyes and smiles as she flushes a shade of pink dark enough to be seen in the dim light.
This is the most perfect moment I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’ve never been so at peace. I wish it could last forever, but the morning will come and with it all her regret about what we did. Lana’s a thinker, and tomorrow morning will tell that tale soon enough.
I stare down at the perfection of her face and smooth a hand over her shiny red hair. The soft strands tenaciously cling to my hand. I don’t want to let go either. I want to stay here, wrapped up in her forever.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the sweet sensation of having Lana in my arms was better than any sedative I’ve ever taken. And I’ve taken my share. I grew up in a household where the nighttime brought violence; I was afraid to go to sleep. As an adult, I still have many nights where it takes a little round pill to do what my body should be able to do naturally.
When I wake up Lana’s on my chest, sleeping soundly. In the dim lighting from the Christmas tree I can see her thick black eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
I gently place her on her back and rise to my knees, before scooping her tiny frame up into my arms. She’s out for the count, and doesn’t even stir, as we walk to her bedroom or when I lay her down on her sheet. Not even when I climb in beside her and prop myself up on my arm so I can watch every rise and fall of her chest and marvel at being here with her.
I glance at the clock on her nightstand and notice it’s four in the morning. I’ve never spent this much time with a woman before. I’ve never slept with anyone or cuddled with them for hours. I like this, but I’m not sure I should still be here when she wakes up. She’s going to need time to process what happened, and I want to give it to her. I also need to think about what’s happened. Being with Lana was life changing, and I’m not naive of this.