The Right Way

by Ashey, Katie

“I’ll try with everything in me.”

  My hands came to the buttons on his uniform. Once I worked my way down to his waist, I pulled the sides open before pushing them down Jonathan’s arms. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him without a shirt. But it was the first time I trailed my hands over his pecs and down his washboard abs. “You’re pretty beautiful yourself,” I said with a smile.

  “Thanks.” With a cocky wink, he replied, “You’re welcome to look.”

  “Seriously?”

  “What?”

  “Do you have to kill the moment?”

  Appearing apologetic, he replied, “I’m sorry. I’m still new to all this emotion with sex stuff.”

  “I can tell.”

  “Fine. I’ll be serious.”

  I reached for the waistband on his pants. At me unbuttoning and unzipping him, he sobered up. I eased the pants down over his hips and down his thighs. When I stood back up, I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in his underwear. As if he could read my mind, Jonathan jerked off the briefs. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. Before I could stop myself, I couldn’t help thinking how much bigger he was than Jake.

  Way to cheapen the moment, Presley. What’s next? Keeping a running tab on who was better at oral sex?

  “Don’t worry. I’ll take it slow.”

  “Huh?”

  “You’re looking kinda terrified of my dick.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

  He chuckled as he pulled me closer to him. “Let’s get you undressed.”

  “You’ve already seen so much of me.”

  “I want to see it all.”

  I couldn’t help feeling surprisingly shy at the thought of Jonathan seeing me fully naked. Starting at my waist, Jonathan push my skirt over my hips. Slipping out of the skirt was easy. It took a little effort getting the bustier off. Once it joined the rest of our clothes in the floor, I really was completely naked in front of him. Jonathan couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of me. Heat blossomed on my cheeks and between my legs at the intensity of his stare.

  “Why do you keep staring at me?” I asked.

  “Because I’m afraid this is just a dream.”

  My heartbeat thundered at his response. “It’s not. It’s so very real.” I took his hand and brought it to my breast. “I’m real.”

  He gently kneaded my flesh before his thumb brushed against my nipple. “You’re very real. And very beautiful.”

  With a slight smile, I said, “Touch me more, and touch more of me.”

  After nodding, Jonathan eased me down onto the mattress before climbing on top of me. Instead of immediately touching my breasts or my pussy, Jonathan surprised me by kissing me. As he deepened the kiss, it was almost like he was making love to my mouth. The way his tongue caressed my lips before plunging inside my mouth was so tender and so full of emotion. Never had a kiss felt better. Felt . . . more. I had no idea it could feel like this.

  When he brought his hand to stroke between my thighs, I moaned and let my head fall back. Two fingers entered me and began a slow, teasing assault. I began to rock my hips against his hand, adding the friction I needed. Shuttering my eyes, I couldn’t remember when I’d gotten off so much just from a guy’s fingers.

  When I felt Jonathan’s erection rubbing against my leg, I leaned up and reached between us to take him in my hand. I worked my fingers over him, feeling him grow in my hand. He grunted as his hips began pumping began his dick between my fingers.

  My eyelids fluttered open, and I stared into his face as we worked each other into a sweaty, panting frenzy. When Jonathan curled his fingers inside me, I had to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming. The last thing I wanted was for Evelyn or Martin to come busting in the room and catch us. Or to wake Evie in the other room.

  He twisted his fingers inside me once again, which sent me over the edge. My orgasm rocketed through my lower half. When I came back to myself, Jonathan was sliding my body further up the mattress. Then he was hovering over me, kissing my breasts and licking my nipples into hardened peaks.

  Surprisingly, he wasn’t flipping me over and pushing me down towards his cock for the obligatory blow job. Most of the times I’d been with a guy, I’d given far more pleasure than I’d received. But not with Jonathan. Although he’d already made me come once, his mouth was trailing down my abdomen towards my pussy.

  Glancing up at me, Jonathan feathered his fingertips back and forth over my outer thighs, causing me to shiver. Leaning over me, he began tediously kissing and nibbling his way up the inside of my thigh. Just when his warm breath hovered over my pussy, he turned and began to give my other thigh the same attention.

  Dipping his head back between my legs, Jonathan licked a slow trail up my moistened slit. His fingers came to spread my warmth before he thrust his tongue inside me. As he plunged his slick tongue in and out of me, a deep moan of pleasure rumbled through my chest. “Oh fuck, Jonathan,” I murmured.

  After he removed his tongue from inside me, he began licking and sucking my clit. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he thrust two fingers inside me. As he continued to assault me with his fingers and tongue, I began chanting his name. My hips moved against his mouth and fingers, forcing him deeper as I lifted my ass on and off of the mattress. God, it was unbearable, and at the same time, I didn’t want it to end. I tensed as I came hard and fast.

  As I shuddered and convulsed, Jonathan continued licking my pussy. Although I would’ve loved him to stay there all night, I wanted him inside me. “Jonathan, please,” I murmured.

  With a nod, he pulled himself from between my thighs and then off the bed. My eyes trailed his movements as he went over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom. When he returned, he tore open the wrapper and began sliding the condom on.

  Gripping one of his biceps, I urged Jonathan to cover me with his body. I loved the weight of his body on me—his hard muscles rubbing against my nipples. Once we were skin to skin again, Jonathan stared questioningly into my eyes. When I nodded, Jonathan widened my legs, and then he began easing slowly inside me. As he stretched and filled me, I couldn’t help but feel a sting. At what must’ve been me tensing slightly, Jonathan asked, “Is this okay?”

  “It’s fine.” Cupping his face, I said, “I’m fine.”

  “I just don’t want to hurt you. You know, since you’ve given birth.”

  Grinning up at him, I replied, “That was eight months ago.”

  “Right. But it’s still been a long time for you.”

  “I’m fine. I want all of you, so don’t be afraid to give it to me.”

  He withdrew and flexed his hips, thrusting completely back inside me. This time we both moaned. Setting up a rhythm, Jonathan began tenderly rocking in and out of me. The pace was slow and sensual—something I’d really never experienced before in my life. The guys I’d been with had been desperate for their own pleasure. They hadn’t stopped to fully experience what the act of making love really was.

  The entire time he moved within me, Jonathan kept his eyes locked firmly on mine. His gaze was a mixture of admiration and desire. I couldn’t bring myself to look away. No guy had ever looked at me like that, especially during sex. The longer I stared into his eyes, the more connected with him I felt. That connection sent tears brimming in my eyes.

  Jonathan froze. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  I shook my head. “No. It’s just…”

  “What?”

  “No one has ever looked at me the way you’re looking at me right now.”

  His brows furrowed. “You’re joking.”

  “Dead serious.” From his expression, I knew where his mind was going. I brought my hand up to cup his cheek. At the furious look in his eyes, I knew he was angry at Jake. “Don’t.”

  “You deserved better, Pres.”

  “I know. And you’re giving it to me.”

  His expression softened. “I am?”

  “You’re giving me the exper
ience every woman wants—the one every girl wishes she had for her first time.”

  Dipping his head, he began to butterfly kisses across my forehead and then my face. All the while his hips sensuously kept his cock pumping within me. With each thrust, I brought my hips up to meet him. We were moving in perfect sync. We weren’t two people anymore—we were one.

  “Harder,” I panted.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I want all you have to give me.”

  Rising up, Jonathan slid his forearms under the backs of my knees. This enabled him to pull me back against his pounding thrusts. I reached up and clasped his face in my hands, bringing his head down to mine. My mouth met his lips in a frenzied kiss. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues flickered and danced over each other. It was everything I’d ever wanted sex to be: epic intensity, immense pleasure, and a complete connection.

  It was making love.

  It wasn’t surprising I’d climbed my way to another orgasm. As my walls convulsed around Jonathan’s dick, he shouted my name and came as well. Collapsing onto me, we lay there in each other’s arms. I fought the urge to cry again. I also wanted to shout from the rooftops how incredible making love was. I wanted to text my girlfriends and tell them what they’d been missing out on.

  Most of all, I wanted this moment to last. This feeling of . . . being complete. And it was only possible because of the amazing man still inside me. Still connected to me in the most intimate of ways.

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Jonathan

  I woke up in the morning in my bed like I had a thousand other times. But this time was different. Presley’s warm, gorgeous body was draped over my own. The reason why her body was against mine was because we’d finally kissed and told each other how we felt about each other. On top of everything else, we’d had sex. Well, it wasn’t exactly sex. We’d made love, which had been completely foreign to both of us.

  As I thought about how we’d made love, a smile of utter satisfaction curved on my lips. At the memory of all the night’s events, a feeling of sadness overcame me when I thought of Cade and Darion. I hated to wake Presley, but I knew I had to get my phone off the nightstand and check in on Cade. Easing over in the bed, I managed to get my phone and not wake Presley.

  Although I hated to text rather than call, I explained myself in the text to Cade. Thankfully, I received a quick reply. Of course, it wasn’t the one I was expecting.

  Made love myself last night.

  I’ll be damned. Cade and Avery had sealed the deal. Well, I guess I should say they sealed the deal again since they’d actually slept together back when they were in high school before a bad breakup. My texting appeared to wake Presley because she began to stir.

  “Good morning beautiful,” I murmured against her temple.

  Slowly, she began stretch her arms and legs. When she did, her thigh swept across my morning wood, causing me to groan. Her eyes popped open in surprise before her frantic gaze swept around the room. “Babe, it’s okay. You’re in my room.”

  When she met my eyes, relief flickered in them. “I think that’s the first time I’ve been sober and woken up to not know where I was.”

  I laughed. “I’m sure it was.”

  A serious look came over her face. “We really did it, huh?”

  “We did.”

  She hesitated a moment before asking, “No regrets?”

  I shook my head. “None whatsoever.”

  “Me either.”

  “I love you, Presley.”

  “I love you, too.”

  When I started to kiss her, she blocked my mouth with her hand. “But my breath.”

  “I’m sure it’s amazing.”

  Wrinkling her nose, she replied, “Ew. I know it’s not and neither is yours.”

  “Well, thanks a lot.”

  She giggled. “Can you hold that kiss until brush my teeth?”

  “Way to take the romance out of the moment.”

  “Last night was romance—this morning is real life,” she replied.

  “True that,” I mused. Reluctantly, I followed her into the bathroom.

  “What are you doing?” she demanded.

  “I’m going to brush my teeth.”

  “But I’m going to….”

  “Take a piss?”

  “Ugh, I hate that phrase but yes.”

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I said, “Presley, I watched Evie come out of your vagina. Trust me when I say, that watching you take a leak is far, far easier.”

  “I guess so.”

  “Oh, I know so.”

  “Fine,” she grumbled.

  To give her a little privacy, I started to the sink to brush my teeth. After she flushed the toilet, she joined me to wash her hands. When I finished, I stepped behind her to give her access to the sink. While I waited, I couldn’t help but stare at her reflection in the mirror.

  I slipped my arms around waist and drew me against her. She gasped at the feel of my erection. “Does morning wood last this long?”

  “No. I just have a great refractory period,” I murmured into her ear as my hands came to her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers before pinching them. Presley leaned her hand back against my shoulder. “There’s also the fact your body drives me wild.”

  “It does?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  Taking one of my hands, she slid it down her stomach. “Even with these?” she questioned about her stretch marks.

  “They’re amazing.”

  Rolling her eyes, she replied, “Yeah, right.”

  “They’re your battle scars from carrying Evie. You should be proud of them.”

  She stared questioningly at my reflection. “Really?”

  I nodded. “Everything about you is beautiful, Presley.” I pushed my hand further down her abdomen to her pussy. “Especially this.”

  Giggling, she replied, “That’s such a guy thing to say.”

  “It’s the truth.”

  Dipping my head, I commanded, “Kiss me.”

  She obliged by turning her chin towards me. As we kissed, I kept kneading her breast and stroking between her legs. She was drenched and breathless within a few minutes. Abruptly, she tore her lips from mine. “Wait, what about Evie?”

  “I’m pretty sure she’s still in the other room.”

  “No, I mean, she should be up by now, but I don’t hear her.”

  “I’m sure Mom got her.”

  Her eyes bulged at the mention of my mom. “You don’t think she…”

  “Heard us last night?” When she frantically bobbed her head, I replied, “It’s possible. I mean, you are pretty loud.”

  “I can’t help it.”

  “Oh, I’m not complaining. Trust me.”

  “I’ll try to be quieter this morning.”

  “We’ll see about that.” I then led her back to bed. I hoped Mom was so occupied with Evie that she couldn’t hear two sets of footsteps. When we lay back down, Presley reached between us to take my growing erection in her hand. “I feel like you’re past due for some oral attention. Especially after how kind we were with me last night.”

  Smirking, I replied, “You won’t get an argument out of me.”

  Presley slid down my body to where she could get better access to my cock. I sucked in a breath when she flicked her tongue out and swirled it around the head of my dick. She then planted kisses down my shaft and then onto my balls before coming back to slide her tongue along the main vein on the underside of my cock. The lust in her eyes as she looked up at me caused me to shudder.

  She made long, slow licks from top to bottom before teasing the head again with her tongue. She was seriously killing me. “Pres, please,” I begged.

  Flashing me a wicked grin, Presley then slid me achingly slow into her mouth. When I finally bumped against the back of her throat, I groaned. Presley then pushed me back out before starting to glide me in and out of her mouth. When she gripped me harder with her hand, I threw my head
back. “Oh fuck, Presley.”

  She bobbed up and down, hollowing out her cheeks. When she deep throated me, I almost lost my mind. Especially when her moans vibrated against my dick.

  After a few minutes, I began lifting my hips to work myself faster in and out of her mouth. One of my hands fisted the sheets while the other came to tangle through the silky strands of Presley’s hair.Her free hand went to caress my balls, alternating between gently squeezing them and rolling them between her fingers. Over and over, she bobbed up and down on me, alternating between increasing and decreasing the pressure. She was blowing my mind, and I was close to blowing my load.

  Just as I started to tense up, I eased her away. “Don’t wanna waste it,” I mumbled. I pulled her back up to lie on top of me. I kissed the lips that had given me such pleasure. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Let me get a rubber.”

  Wrinkling her nose, she replied, “I hate that reference.”

  I laughed. “I’m sorry. Let me get a condom.”

  When I started to roll away from her, she stopped me. “Even though I’d given up men, I still got my birth control.”

  “You did?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Does that mean…”

  She nodded. “You don’t have to wear anything.”

  Holy shit. This was huge. I’d never barebacked with a girl. “You trust me that much?”

  “Of course, I do.” Tilting her head, she countered, “Do you trust me?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  “Then you don’t have to wear anything,” she repeated.

  “No rubber?” I teased.

  She smacked my arm playfully. “Keep it up, and you won’t need one period because we won’t be doing anything.”

  Chuckling, I said, “Fine. I’ll play nice.”

  “Good.”

  Grabbing her waist, I pushed her up to where she was straddling me. She raised up on her knees and then reached behind her to take my cock in her hand. After guiding it to her core, she began slowing inching down on me.

  “Fuck, you feel amazing,” I grunted.

  She smiled at me as she continued taking me inside her. Once I filled her to the hilt, she eased back and then began riding me. God, it felt amazing being inside her. She flattened her palms on my chest as her hips rose and fell in a perfect rhythm. I brought my hands up to cup and squeeze her breasts. As I pinched her nipples, Presley moaned and began working herself faster on and off of me.