by Lucy Eden
I was definitely the oldest virgin I knew. My grad school boyfriend— my only boyfriend— had pressured me to have sex with him almost the entire time we dated, but for some reason it never felt like the right time. My body must have sensed what my brain wasn’t ready to accept. He just wasn’t the one. I blamed myself for our breakup even after what he did, but I always wondered if I did the right thing by waiting so long, until I met Adam.
A man like him seemed worth the wait. He could turn me into a puddle with a look. Every touch sent tingles down my spine. I’d kissed exactly four men in my life and Adam’s kisses were the only ones that took my breath away, made me weak and always left me wanting more.
“You’d better be thinking about me.”
Adam must have been referring to the silly grin I’d just realized I was wearing. He pushed a cart full of food out onto the balcony. Why did he always order so much? He uncovered all of the dishes, loaded my plate with waffles, eggs, fruit and bacon and handed it to me.
“Eat,” he said. “You’re gonna need your strength.”
I laughed and took the plate from his hands. “You are too silly.”
“You’ll thank me later.” He smirked, drizzling my waffles with syrup.
Adam loaded his own plate, poured two glasses of juice then slid behind me in the lounge chair with his plate resting on my thigh as we ate breakfast. I picked at my waffles. A half hour ago, I was starving now my stomach was in knots. He noticed.
“You’re not eating. I can order something else if you want.” He planted a kiss on the skin where my neck and shoulder met causing me to shiver. I shook my head. “Then what is it?” He put our plates on the tray and spun me to face him on the chair.
“I should probably tell you something.”
His brow furrowed. “You can tell me anything.” His hands covered my shoulders.
“I’ve never done this before.” I searched his face for a reaction. He looked confused for a moment then the realization hit him.
“You’re a virgin.” It wasn’t a question and he didn’t seem entirely surprised.
I gave him a nervous smile.
“And you want me to be your first?” Adam usually spoke with such confidence. It was the first time I sensed apprehension.
“Yes, that’s why I wanted to you to know. Nothing happens between us unless I want it to, right?”
“Of course.”
“I want this and I want it with you, but…” I looked away.
“But, what?” He tipped my chin up until our eyes met.
“I know you’ve been with a lot of other women.” His face fell and he opened his mouth to speak. I put my fingers on his lips. “And I’m not passing judgment. We’re both adults, but I wanted to tell you because I might not be…”
“Might not be, what?” He kissed my fingers before taking my wrist and pulling my hand away.
“What if I’m really bad at sex?”
My face was burning and my heart was pounding. I forced myself to look at Adam and he was smiling. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth and I knew he was doing it to keep from laughing.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re laughing at me?” I stood up and tried to take a step towards the balcony door but Adam grabbed my arm.
“Come back here,” he said, pulling me down on to his lap sideways so my shoulder rested on his bare chest and my feet dangled off of his huge thighs. He kissed my shoulder and I could tell he was still trying to stifle a laugh. “Trust me, Princess. That is not something you have to worry about.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me closer. “But I know I can’t just snap my fingers to make you stop worrying about something.”
I turned to look at him. He already knew me so well. I narrowed my eyes at him and gave him a wary smile causing his smile to turn into a grin. His thighs parted and I slid between them as he turned me to face the ocean with my back pressed against his chest.
“So, I’m just gonna hit you with some facts and let you draw your own conclusion. Sound good?”
Damn, he really did know me well. I leaned back into his chest and nodded. “Should I take notes?” I asked, only half joking.
He laughed and kissed the space where my neck and shoulder met again. “Kimberly Simmons, you are the most beautiful, kindest, most intelligent and the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. Bad sex with you would still be the best sex of my life.” His arms tightened around my waist pressing me into his hips where his erection was digging into the back of my bikini bottoms. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw you on the plane. That’s one reason. Two, sex is the best when you’re relaxed and enjoying it.”
He slid one hand under a triangle of my bikini top and the other under the waistband of my bottoms. His two middle fingers slid over my clit and found my wetness while his pinky and index fingers urged my thighs apart. I spread my legs giving him full access as he slowly slid his newly moistened fingers back and forth over my clitoris. I moaned his name and writhed as he began to nibble on my neck and shoulder. He was gently twisting and teasing my nipple while he strummed between my legs.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore he slid his middle finger into my crease and began massaging me from the inside. His thumb was making slow lazy circles around that sensitive bundle of nerves, bringing me close to the edge, but not over it. The anticipation was making me crazy. I was taking short shallow breaths and grinding myself into Adam’s hand desperate for a release. He finally pressed his thumb over my clit and within two swipes I exploded. I gripped his thighs and screamed his name. His stroke never relented. It just became gentler as I rode his hand to ecstasy. When I finally stopped spasming and moaning, he slowly slid his hand out of my bikini bottoms.
He leaned down and licked the shell of my ear before whispering, “And if you aren’t relaxed and enjoying it, then I’m the one who’s really bad at sex.” I turned my head and watched as he brought his still glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, first his middle and ring fingers, then his thumb. “And I’m very good at it.”
He dipped his head and kissed me. Tasting myself on his lips and tongue made me crave more and I turned around, straddled him and smashed our faces together. I could tell I’d taken him by surprise with my forcefulness but soon he was kissing me back with just as much intensity. I kept tightening my arms around his neck, increasing my grip on his hair and grinding my hips onto his with no relief in sight. I needed more, a lot more. Our lips separated and I pressed our foreheads together.
“Is there a three?”
“A three?”
“A third reason. Usually, there are three reasons. One: you think I’m smart, sexy and beautiful—”
“Don’t forget kind.”
“Two: you are very good at sex.”
“Exceptional, really.”
“And three…?”
“Three because…” His smile faded and I recognized his expression from our first night. He looked like he was waging some internal battle. I could tell he wanted to say something, but was deciding whether or not he should. Just when I was about to ask he said, “You are so good at everything else, I don’t think you’re capable of being bad at anything.”
My eyes narrowed. “That’s not what you were about to say.” He gave me a mischievous grin and kissed me.
“Have you drawn your conclusion, Princess?”
“I think I’ll need a practical application of your theory before I make a final decision.”
“I’m pretty sure that was the sexiest way anyone has ever said, ‘fuck me.’” He leapt off the chair, bent down and hoisted me onto his shoulders like a sexy blonde firefighter.
“What are you doing?” I squealed.
“Your first time is not going to be on a deck chair.” His hand swatted my behind over his shoulder, grazing my still sensitive pussy in the process, causing me to spasm.
“What if I wanted to have sex on a deck chair?”
He marched inside t
he apartment and was carrying me down the hall towards his bedroom. “Oh, we’re definitely fucking on those chairs. In two days, I’m going to have you naked on every surface in this apartment.”
twelve
Kimberly
With all of Adam’s ferocity in snatching me off the deck chair and parading me through the apartment like a conquering hero, he surprised me when he sat me down on the side of his bed and knelt at my feet, crossing his arms over my thighs and gazing up at me. I reached out with both hands and ran my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and let out a low satisfied growl.
“That feels good.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head on my lap. “You feel good.” He kissed my right thigh. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He kissed the left one and then looked up at me again
I nodded.
“I didn’t hear that.”
“Yes. This is what I want.” My heart started pounding as he raked his fingers from my hips, down my thighs to my knees, and slowly spread them apart. He raised himself on his knees, took my face in his hands and kissed me. His hand slid up my back releasing the ties of my bikini top. It slid down to my waist where Adam tugged it to the side and tossed it on the floor. He began trailing kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and onto my chest. He leaned forward, and I reclined onto the mattress. Adam moved over my naked torso, licking and kissing every inch of exposed flesh. Covering one of my breasts with his large, warm hand, he rubbed the nipple with his thumb and covered the other with his mouth while he circled and flicked my nipple with his tongue. I inhaled and exhaled with shaky breaths.
My entire body vibrated with an electric current. My fingers were loosely tangled in his golden hair as his lips traveled closer and closer to where I’d been aching to feel him. This must be what he meant by worshipping my body. Adam’s lips and hands left no area unexplored or undiscovered. He made me feel like no man had: sexy, desired, and wanted. I was making noises I could neither control nor identify. Were they whimpers, moans, cries or something else?
His warm breath caressed my inner thigh as he teased me with gentle licks and kisses.
“Adam, please,” I breathed. All of these new sensations were making me feel like I was crawling out my skin. I needed a release. I tried to reach a hand between my legs and Adam caught my wrist and kissed my palm.
“Not yet, Princess,” he whispered. “Soon. Trust me.” He pressed his lips to my inner thigh causing a mini spasm and a moan. “Do you trust me?”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“Kimberly?”
“Yes. Yes. I trust you. Oh, my God! I trust you.”
His lips curled into a smile against my thigh. He tugged the strings of my bikini bottoms free, peeled the fabric away, and the rush of cool air made me shudder.
“Fucking beautiful…” he whispered and closed his mouth over my aching sex, sucking gently. He slowly smoothed his tongue over my clit, which was still sensitive from moments ago, and I came instantly. During my orgasm on the balcony, Adam’s movements became slow and gentle, but now he was almost in a frenzy. He wrapped his huge arms around my thighs and yanked me closer to the edge of the mattress and into his face. My legs bucked and my back arched, making me sit up. His large hand pressed against my chest and eased me back down onto the bed as he continued licking, sucking and exploring every inch of flesh between my legs, and I meant every fucking inch.
I couldn’t tell if I was having one giant climax or a million little ones. My mouth produced an unintelligible string of expletives, gibberish and strange noises sprinkled with Adam’s name. For a moment I was afraid I might actually die from pleasure. Of the many hours I’d spent awake obsessing about how I might die: plane crash, falling elevator, random psycho on the subway; this scenario never occurred to me. My headstone would read:
Here lies Kimberly Simmons. She died while getting her pussy eaten. Jealous?
Adam slipped a finger inside of me and slowly pulled it out. He repeated the motion with two fingers, slowly twisting them inside of me before rubbing a spot deep inside that I didn’t realize was there. With his magic tongue, he flicked my clit while using the other arm to hold me steady as he expertly teased my nipples. I gasped and my entire body clenched as waves of blinding ecstasy rolled over me. I squeezed my eyes shut and my hands shot into Adam’s hair again, grabbing fistfuls as I twitched and jerked.
“Oh fuck, Kimberly,” he groaned into my thighs, planting little kisses between my legs and my outer labia. “It’s too fucking good. It’s too fucking good.” He murmured. “Damn it. Shit.” He grunted again and rested his head on my thigh, panting. I ran my fingers through his hair.
We stayed like that for a few moments before he raised his head and looked at me, causing me to smile. Words completely escaped me. It was the most amazing experience of my life and I couldn’t describe it.
He planted a kiss on my thigh and pushed himself to his feet. “Stay there. Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he said, grinning.
I giggled partly because I wasn’t sure if I could move. He made his way to his bathroom and I could see a huge wet spot on the front of his swimming trunks. He closed the door and I could hear the sink running. Minutes later, he reappeared holding a washcloth. His face was wet and he was completely naked. His penis hung between his muscular thighs and it was so big it was almost obnoxious. The big laptop and big tablet weren’t compensating for anything. The cocky attitude and confidence weren’t a facade. Adam Price was the walking embodiment of big dick energy with the equipment to prove it.
“Are you okay, Princess?” He stood over me smiling.
“I’m okay now, but I might not be later.” My eyes flicked over to his cock and back to his face. He chuckled and walked over to the foot of the bed, kneeling between my legs before gently cleaning me off with the warm, soothing washcloth.
“You’ll be fine, I promise.” He tossed the washcloth on top of my discarded bikini and scooped me into his arms, kissing me. A sweet minty taste greeted me, and his face smelled like soap. After snatching the duvet back, he slipped me into bed and covered us both with the blanket as he climbed in beside me.
“Whoa,” I said when he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled my body into his and nestled his cock into the crease of my behind. I arched back into him wanting no space between us. He closed a hand over one of my breasts and kissed my shoulder. “That was amazing.”
“I know,” he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “I was there.”
I laughed. “Do you always come when you, you know…?”
“Nope.” He kissed the hollow behind my ear, tickling me with his facial hair. “That was definitely a first for me.”
I gasped dramatically and turned my body to face to him. “You’re a virgin, too!” He gazed at me for a second then threw his head back laughing. His arm snaked around my waist, squeezed my body into his, and he pressed our lips together.
“Kimberly, I wanted to wait a little bit. Let you rest but…”
“You’re ready again?” I asked incredulously.
“You tell me.” His arm tightened around my waist, pushing his erection in to me to prove his point. He was definitely ready.
I pressed our bodies together and draped my leg over his waist. “Mr. Price,” he narrowed his eyes while a grin spread over his face, “you’re going to need a condom.”
He whipped the covers back and reached over me to open the drawer in the nightstand. With one hand and an assist from his teeth, Adam managed to open the condom and put it on in seconds. I tried not to dwell on it, remembering it was a good thing that he was proficient at using condoms. But it was a reminder that he’d done it a lot and I hadn’t done it at all. I put a condom on a zucchini once when I was eighteen and it took three attempts.
Adam was wrong about me not being bad at anything. Then I realized this was it. I was going to have sex and I had no idea what I was doing. I’d watched enough porn to know I wasn’t supposed to
just lay there, but watching other people do something wasn’t the same as experiencing it. When Adam was going down on me, I felt like I was on another planet. If someone offered me a million dollars, I couldn’t tell them what my body was doing. What if Adam —
“Kimberly?” He interrupted my thought. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I smiled. “I’m fine.”
He kissed me, rolled on his side and propped his head up on his elbow and fist. “When I’m inside you, I don’t want you thinking about anything else,” He kissed me again, “or anyone else. So, talk to me.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“I was thinking about how fast you put the condom on — which is a good thing — but then I thought about the one time I tried to put a condom on a zucchini, and I broke two condoms doing it.” I decided to keep the fact that I’d also broken a zucchini to myself. “Then I was thinking, if I’m bad at putting on condoms, what if I am really bad at—” He pressed his fingers on my lips.
“Is that it?” He pulled his hand away.
“Before you interrupted me, yes.”
“Okay,” He took both of my hands into his free hand and held them to his chest. “Yes, I’m very good at putting on condoms and that’s because I’m very serious about protecting myself and you. I don’t know what we can do about the zucchini thing, but if you want you’ll have a lot of opportunities to practice putting on condoms before your flight leaves tomorrow. As for the other thing, I’ve already said you would be the best, and you just proved it. I’m pretty sure I’m ruined for all other women and I’m not even inside you yet.” He kissed me again. “Kimberly, I…”
He was wearing that expression again. He wanted to say something, but he was holding back. “What, Adam? What is it?”
“I want you to know how special this moment is for me. I don’t want you to take it for granted or second-guess how extraordinary you are. I’m going to enjoy every second of being with you for as long as I can, but only if you do the same.”