Dark

by Rachel Harley

  ‘Okay, let me start this again?’ He hikes a brow and I nod, relaxing back into the covers. I resist the urge to cover myself, some of the angst leaving me. He strokes my face tenderly. ‘I need to ask you a very personal question,’ he says quietly and I roll my eyes. Another one?

  ‘Carter, just spit it out!’ I didn’t want a bloody conversation, I thought that we’d be a groaning tangle of limbs now and I’m starting to feel a bit irritated. We’ve broken the spell that we’d woven standing by the bed, touching, kissing and whispering things to each other and this is putting me on edge. He drops his eyes, kneading the bridge of his nose for a long moment.

  ‘Have you done other things, despite never having had penetrative sex?’

  Jesus, he’s direct, but a light is starting to dawn in my mind. He doesn’t want to rush me. I shake my head.

  ‘No,’ I whisper. ‘I’ve had one boyfriend before you, but all we did was kiss and…’ my words break off as I stumble over them, ‘…not intimately.’

  Carter shifts on the bed beside me, bringing his warm body closer to mine and I snuggle into him, inhaling the scent of his skin. I kiss his chest before looking up at him and I can see him gathering his thoughts.

  ‘Alright, here’s where I am. You have no idea just how badly I want to do this, I’ve never wanted anything more, trust me. But I don’t want to hurt you, baby. We need to take this slow,’ he whispers, dipping to kiss me again, one sweep of his talented tongue. ‘If you think for one moment though that I’m not going to make love to you today, you’re wrong. I’m going to prime your body for me, Pearl, so that when I fuck you for the first time, the only thing you’re going to feel is blinding pleasure.’

  My mouth pops open at his coarse words, but all my body produces in response is an almighty throb from my clitoris, the steady beat of my heart settling firmly between my legs. I want him to fuck me, but he’s right. Without having even seen his cock in the flesh… yet – it’s quite clear it’s large and my poor, inexperienced body wouldn’t be able to cope. Besides, I reckon he’s relishing this. He’s going to teach me from the ground up, introduce me to the art of lovemaking one lazy step at a time. He’s older than me and hot as fuck, I’m sure he’s a master at it.

  ‘Say something,’ he begs, his eyes searching mine and I realise that I’ve not replied, haven’t even tried to. He’s been more than upfront with me, the very least I can do is tell him that I agree. It’s me the man is thinking about after all – he’s not going to feel any pain, is he? He doesn’t want to see me wincing underneath him the first time he slides inside me. Another thread of whatever it is that’s knotting Carter Jackson around my heart appears. His selflessness - when other men would be rubbing their hands together and diving straight in.

  ‘Thank you,’ I manage pathetically and his face breaks out into a knee-weakening smile. He has a dimple in his left cheek when he really smiles, it’s the cutest thing and I raise a finger, running it over the dip in his skin.

  ‘Don’t thank me, Christ, you have no idea what you’re giving me here,’ he mutters and for a moment, he just gathers me into his arms, cuddling me almost chastely. I snuggle into him again and keep my mouth shut. I’ll let him take this whole journey at the pace he wants. Everything is new and exciting to me anyway, twenty four hours ago I’d never been kissed, so I don’t know why I’m being so impatient.

  He pulls back and resumes his previous position, his head propped on his left arm. His curls tumble over his forehead and he grins at me.

  ‘So…’ his fingers stroke across my breast again and I shudder, a rash of goose-bumps popping up in his wake. ‘If we’re starting totally from the bottom rung then kissing is first, however, you’re clearly very adept at that,’ he says quietly and I bite my lip as his fingers descend south again. I stifle a moan as they finally slide into the front of my knickers and my legs fall apart as if they’re on hinges. I didn’t consciously command it and I cover my face with my hands, my cheeks heating. God, I’m so inexperienced, I don’t have a clue how to do anything.

  ‘Hey,’ his lips are at my ear and I part two fingers, peering up at him. ‘Be yourself with me, Pearl, always. You’re absolutely beautiful, every inch of you is perfect, don’t ever hide yourself away. Do you understand?’

  I nod, gulping, my hands dropping away from my red face. God knows what I must look like, hardly the picture of seduction, but I’m struggling to hold onto my control now. I will him to put his hand in my panties again and I suddenly shove them down my thighs, kicking my feet until they’re on the floor at the bottom of the bed and he laughs softly.

  ‘Someone’s eager!’ He dips and kisses my throat, my chin tipping up to give him access and my eyes slide shut as he breathes in my ear again.

  ‘Have you ever made yourself come?’

  ‘No.’

  He probably doesn’t believe me - I wouldn’t if I were him. How many eighteen year old women have never had an orgasm? I hear him swallow hard.

  ‘This just gets better and better,’ he breathes, finally pushing his body away from me. He shuffles down, stepping on his knees before my parted legs, stroking his hands up my trembling thighs.

  I’m grateful to Ellen for a lot of things. Because of my lonely existence, never having had a mother, a sister, or even a best friend for longer than a couple of years, I knew jack about sex or anything to do with sex aside from the shite that they teach you in school. Ellen, in big sister mode of course, educated me on all things position, foreplay and even mild BDSM, blushing prettily when she admitted to tying Justin to the bed at least once a week. Although I might be a novice in actually experiencing these strange and wonderful things, I have a vague idea of what Carter might have planned for me this afternoon.

  He’s kneeling up on his haunches now, in between my legs but his eyes are locked with mine. His gaze is hot, his lip between his teeth but he doesn’t look down as he sweeps the tips of his fingers lightly against my twitching, virgin skin. I jerk on the bed at the feel of him, my chest heaving, my own body starting to sheathe with sweat.

  He caresses me gently, never applying too much pressure and then he dips his head and flattens his body onto the bed. The next sensation makes my eyes roll back in my head, a thin cry leaving me.

  The feelings that his exploring tongue are creating make my heart slam everywhere in my body at once and my pelvis rises automatically from the bed, to meet his mouth. He groans and then hums against me, kissing and tasting me and, as I clench my fists into the duvet cover, my toes curling, he raises his head, kneading my clitoris lightly with his thumb before sliding a finger slowly inside me.

  ‘Are you okay?’ he asks, shifting his body closer to mine and running his other trembling hand lightly over my hip, withdrawing his finger slowly and then easing it back in gently. I moan, nodding and biting my lip as my head drops back again.

  I don’t know where this pain is that everyone talks about, but all I’m feeling at the moment is pleasure. Alright, his finger is a lot smaller than his cock, but the feel of him stroking me so intimately is wiping everything else out.

  He shifts up the bed now, so that he’s lying next to me again, his head propped up on his left hand. His right continues it’s gentle, alien destruction of my senses between my legs and my breathing starts to really spike when he pushes another long finger gently inside me. My legs twist on the bed, wrapping themselves around his wrist, pulling his hand harder into me and he laughs softly, leaning over me and sliding his tongue between my lips.

  We kiss deeply, our tongues curving sensuously together, our lips becoming urgent and more frantic as every second passes. Carter breaks away from my mouth, his eyes wide as he stares down at me, his perfect face now sheened in sweet and flushed. He kneads my clitoris again and I twitch on the bed, crying out, a feeling of pressure beginning to build in my stomach.

  ‘That’s it, baby… God you’re so wet, you feel so incredible,’ he gasps, the pace of his two fingers beginning to increase and he
circles them gently inside me. I gasp as I can feel him everywhere, all the cells in my body alive and fizzing with the pleasure he’s making me feel.

  ‘You’re going to come, Pearl,’ he tells me on a breathless gasp. ‘I can feel it, you’re gripping me so tightly… oh fuck…’

  He sits up suddenly and his fingers are gone. I mewl pathetically, pulling my head off the pillow. God, I was close, so close to whatever the hell an orgasm feels like, but before I have time to protest, his curly head’s buried between my thighs and I lose all the strength in my body.

  His tongue possesses me in gentle sweeps and I spasm and flood as he pushes it inside me. He groans in response, his long fingered hands clenching my thighs almost painfully, his tongue lapping at my clitoris.

  ‘Oh God… Carter!’ I blurt frantically, pushing my pelvis onto his mouth and then my legs are around his neck, dragging his head against me wantonly. He devours me and, as these strange, sweet feelings build, I’m pushed higher, higher until I’m writhing on the bed underneath him, calling out his name and I plunge my hands deeply into his riot of titian curls.

  He gasps and groans against me but when he hums once more, I explode, twitching and stiffening uncontrollably, my poor clitoris unable to take anymore. As he feels me start to climax, he lifts my pelvis from the bed, wrapping his arms around my hips as I throb helplessly against him. I throw my hands over my eyes, biting the skin of my palm painfully as the pleasure shocks continue to smash through me in time with my beating heart and I’m breathing so hard I’m close to hyperventilation.

  I feel a delicate kiss being planted on my throbbing sex and I slide my hands from my face, pushing them through my sweaty hair. Carter grins at me as he pushes himself up and takes up his previous position lying next to me. He gives me a slow, satisfied smile.

  ‘So, how was that?’ he asks, his expression questioning.

  I struggle to hide my wild glee, throwing him an entirely fake nonchalant smile.

  ‘It was alright…’ I say casually, but then shriek when Carter unexpectedly shoves his fingers into my armpit, burrowing hard and I roll around on the bed trying to push him off. I can’t abide being tickled, it actually makes me panic after too long.

  ‘Stop! Please!’ He doesn’t. ‘Okay, okay! It was incredible, it was the most…’

  His fingers have stilled now, his eyes looking deeply into mine, waiting anxiously for me to tell him how I felt when he gave me my first ever orgasm. I pick up his fingers and kiss them, not giving a damn that he’s had them inside me.

  ‘Can we do it again?’ I beam a grin at him and he throws back his head and laughs. Properly laughs and when he does, his beautiful face lights up from within. He has such a wide, wonderful smile, my stomach flips lazily as I drink it in.

  ‘Well… I was kind of thinking that you might want to return the favour?’ he says, almost shyly now, dropping his eyes to his lower body and I gulp. Time to meet the Big Man, oh shit – but he’s right. I owe him an orgasm, especially after all the pleasure that he’s just drowned me with.

  ‘I…’

  He rolls his eyes. ‘Pearl, let’s get one thing straight going forwards, alright? Just tell me what’s on your mind, always. I don’t give a fuck what it is.’ He strokes my face gently, hiking a questioning brow and planting a soft kiss on the end of my nose. ‘I want to know everything you’re feeling, thinking… what you want. What gives you pleasure, what turns you on. I’m going to give you those things, but you have to be open and honest with me, okay?’ His eyes beseech me.

  I nod up at him wordlessly and then clear my throat.

  ‘I don’t know what to do,’ I admit quietly and he shakes his head in mock exasperation, grinning at me, which crinkles his eyes and makes him look so adorable I want to eat him.

  ‘Which is why I’m going to teach you,’ he explains patiently. He gets to his feet and without any ceremony whatsoever, shoves his boxers down his thighs and stands in front of me, finally and magnificently naked.

  I sit up immediately, biting my lip as I stare at him. The tail of the beautiful phoenix inked on his body extends to curl around his lean left hip and I feel my breathing begin to spike again, the throbs of pleasure from between my legs increasing as I finally look at his cock. I wasn’t wrong and although I have never seen one before in my life, Carter Jackson is a very well-endowed young man.

  He looks down at himself briefly as he stands in front of me and he wraps his hand loosely around his hard-on, stroking up and down slowly, his grip gentle.

  ‘It’s easy, baby,’ he says huskily. ‘All you have to do is touch me, it doesn’t matter what technique you use. Just the feel of your fingers will be enough. Trust me.’

  I can’t help it, I read between the lines in those words, the emotion in them and what he’s telling me. That he’s just like me, the touch of my hand is all that’s needed. It’s heady stuff.

  He climbs back on the bed next to me and lies down. I remain sitting, naked and cross legged next to him and he looks at me, his eyes fired up, his own hand still slowly pleasuring himself.

  Well, do something then? Don’t just sit there gawping at him while he jacks off? You’ll never learn how to do it if you don’t try?

  I want to, God, I do, but the sight of him lying there, magnificently naked and stunningly beautiful, his green eyes dark with desire as he strokes his own cock is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Jesus H Christ… what the hell is happening to me? I need to pinch myself, I feel like I’m dreaming and I never want to wake up.

  His breathing deepens, his eyes sliding slowly shut as I continue to ogle him and I bite my lip. I wonder if he’ll want me to blow him. I haven’t a clue how to do it. I remember Ellen helpless with laughter when she told me that you don’t actually blow, in fact blowing down a man’s cock can be extremely dangerous, so I guess what I do is suck. First things first though, I need to touch him. He’s desperate for it, his verdant eyes begging me now as he blinks them open.

  Sliding back down the bed and mirroring his position, I prop my head up with my hand and nudge his away from his arousal with my other. I wrap my fingers slowly around it, marvelling at how it feels. It’s warm and soft and hard all at once, it feels exquisite, like steel shrouded in hot velvet and as I squeeze it, I feel it pulse and a low moan comes from Carter. I look down at him and his eyes are shut, his jaw clenched.

  I hesitantly copy what he was doing before, wrapping my hand around his cock and gliding up and down. I don’t really have hold of it, but I don’t know how much pressure to apply and I’m afraid of hurting him.

  ‘Like this,’ he whispers, wrapping his long fingers around mine and squeezing them hard. I’m surprised at the pressure, but it evidently doesn’t hurt him as his breath harshens, his Adam’s apple leaping as he swallows hard. He takes his hand away and leaves me to it, now I know how much force to use and I drag my fist up and down his length, my eyes never leaving his face.

  He’s starting to come apart in front of me. His lip is between his teeth again and the breath hisses through his nose. I become bolder and I drag my hand hard down to the base of his cock, pulling his foreskin back with it and he shudders.

  ‘Oh God,’ he chokes, his pelvis tipping towards my stroking hand and as I sweep a bead of moisture from the tip, he gasps again, his eyes flying open. I’m getting the hang of this now and, becoming more confident, I sit up. Carter rolls onto his back, reaching behind him and taking hold of the headboard rail, his knuckles turning white, his biceps bunching. I see a bead of sweat meander down his face as he looks at me desperately. He’s not far off losing his control.

  Using my newfound sexual courage, I dip my head and swirl my tongue around the head of his penis, tasting him, before my lips enfold his glans and I slide my mouth down as much of his manhood as I can take. I think I’m doing well until he hits the back of my throat and I gag unexpectedly, my eyes flooding with tears.

  ‘Hey.’ He sits up, seeing my grimace. ‘Just take it
slowly baby, we have all the time in the world. Come here…’ He pulls me back down next to him, my hand dropping to wrap around his arousal once more and I continue to jerk him softly and slowly, taking my time as instructed. His eyes slide shut, his face twisting with pleasure as his lips part and he gasps my name.

  ‘I need you to kiss me,’ he begs urgently and I nod, my mouth latching onto his and I move as close as I can, whilst still managing to keep hold of his cock. It doesn’t take long.

  I match the strokes of my fist with the sweeps of my tongue inside his mouth and as I drag his foreskin back again and again he cries out, kissing me frantically before breaking away and panting hard. His eyes are glazed.

  ‘Don’t stop, Pearl, I’m… fuck!’

  He doesn’t have to tell me. I feel his cock contract and tighten in my hand and I slow my movement as he twitches, shooting long warm streams of fluid up the bed towards us both. I can’t help but collapse in laughter when one hits him on the chin, the rest splattering his neck and chest.

  I shuffle up next to him. He seems to have missed me, but he’s covered in his own semen and I itch to spread it slowly into his beautiful tattoo. I snort as he wipes gingerly at his chin, his face creasing in distaste.

  ‘Don’t you like it?’ I ask. ‘It came from you!’

  He rolls his eyes. ‘Not especially. Would you like to have your own come on your face?’

  ‘I wouldn’t mind yours,’ I fire back.

  He grins. ‘Hmm. I’ve already had yours.’ Indeed he has. And he’s the only man on the planet who has. He gives me a blistering look, a self-satisfied smile snaking from the side of his mouth and he pecks my lips quickly as he bounces from the bed.

  I sit up, still grinning. I feel powerful. I brought this stunning man to orgasm and bloody quickly too, just stroking him and I pout at him as he starts to walk backwards.

  ‘Hey, come back here! I want to kiss you!’ I call and he gives me a lovely smile.

  ‘I’m not snogging you with my own jizz all over me!’ he retorts. ‘Just give me two minutes, think you can wait that long?’ A hiked brow now and I throw myself back onto the bed, wriggling into the mattress with happiness. This surely cannot be real, happening. To me. Pearl Harrison, who never had one good thing in her life until two years ago, but the incredible happiness I’m now experiencing was worth sixteen years of utter misery. Without a doubt it was and I’d live it all over again if it meant I could keep this man by my side.