Virgin Romance by Penny Wylder
10
The way Carter and I crash through his apartment door, I think we’re going to draw attention from his neighbors. It’s a good thing his apartment wasn’t far because once we kissed it didn’t feel like we could stop. I’m not actually sure how we made it this far.
Carter presses me back against the door as it closes, once again pressing his lips over mine. His kisses go straight down to my toes, unleashing heat in my core like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. If I didn’t suspect that what’s coming next was much better, I’d be happy to kiss him for an eternity. I can feel how hard he is through his suit, and I shiver because I know that soon I’m going to feel that in far more detail. I’m more than ready.
“Tell me,” he says, breathless, barely stopping enough to speak, “was I your first kiss too?”
My laugh bubbles up between our lips. “I’m not quite that innocent. I did have boyfriends in high school.” I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Sorry.”
He leans close so we’re nose to nose, breath mingling. “That’s just fine. I’ll settle for being the first real man that you’ve kissed.”
“I think you’ll have to prove that to me first,” I say, laughing as he pulls me further into his apartment.
Apparently, I’m not moving fast enough, because he sweeps me off my feet and into his arms as he carries me down the hall. “Don’t worry, I plan to.”
We walk through the door to his bedroom, and he stops. He sets me on my feet, doing it in a way that my body slides down his and I can feel every inch of him. He kisses me, this time slow and sweet. “Now that we’re here, we can take our time,” he says. “But tell me that you’re sure. If you’re not ready, this can wait.”
There’s a fire burning in me and it’s been waiting for this for too long. I’ve never had anyone make my body feel like this, in the brief touches I’ve had from those same high school boyfriends. Carter wants this to be special, and I don’t have any doubts that he’s going to keep his word. I want this. I want him. “I’m sure.”
He smiles at me, a sweet smile that sets my heart fluttering and makes my toes curl in my shoes. The light in the room is low. Light enough to see and dark enough so that I don’t feel exposed. For a second, I have a brief flash of how horrifying it would be to do this under fluorescent lights, and I almost laugh. But then I don’t, because Carter’s slipped off his suit jacket, and he’s unbuttoning his shirt.
Now I get to see in perfect detail what I only got a glimpse of, and a feel of, at the party. It may have been a couple years since he was on the squad, but Carter hasn’t lost the body. Every inch of him is lean muscle, and I reach out, giving in to the urge to run my hands across his skin. “Like what you see?” he asks, that sexy smirk firmly in place.
“You might say that.”
He turns me with his hands until I’m facing away from him, and I gasp as I feel his lips on the back of my neck, his fingers working the clasp of my dress. I shiver as he pulls the zipper down, exposing the skin of my back to the air. God, I didn’t know that something like pulling down a zipper could be so fucking hot. His fingers run down my spine, and I get goose bumps. I’m not wearing a bra—don’t need one in this dress. That makes this far more intimate.
Carter’s hands slide up my back and over my shoulders, pushing the fabric of the dress until it falls, pooling around my feet. But his hands don’t stop, sliding on my skin until he’s cupping my breasts, lips working their way from my neck to my shoulder. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs against my skin.
It’s suddenly hard to find my breath. “You haven’t even seen me yet.”
“I don’t need to see you to know you’re absolutely perfect.”
I don’t have a chance to make another witty reply, my voice is lost entirely as his hands squeeze. My nipples harden in the coolness of the air, and his fingers find them, teasing, pulling, sending sparks straight down to that low place in my belly where everything seems to be gathering. But then he comes around me, and he does see me for the first time. It feels like forever while he looks at me. “That’s one hell of a view.” His voice is tight, like he’s restraining himself. And maybe he is, going slow for me, making sure I’m comfortable. He holds out a hand to me, and I take it, stepping out of my shoes as I follow him to the bed.
It feels strange, almost like a ritual, climbing onto this bed when I know what’s going to happen next. I’m suddenly self-conscious, worried that this isn’t going to be what I’m hoping, and that Carter will be disappointed. But then he kisses me, pressing me down into the mattress just like we were at that party, and I forget that anxiety. Who can remember to be nervous when everything feels this good? I want to remember everything.
Carter’s lips are soft on mine, teasing mine open to make way for his tongue tangling with mine. A shudder runs through me, followed by a wave of arousal so acute I stop kissing him just to gasp for air. Soon his tongue won’t be the only thing that’s inside me. I grab at him, pulling him against me. I want to be closer to him, so much closer. He’s going too slow. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling us together in that way that made me see stars that night.
He laughs against my skin. “Impatient?”
“You have no idea.”
“Well too bad,” he pulls back, looking down at me. “I told you I wasn’t ever going to let you forget this night. I plan on thoroughly worshipping your body before I take you.” He punctuates the words with kisses, to my lips, to my neck, to my chest. “Your only job is to feel.”
Before I can even think to say anything, Carter’s mouth closes over my nipple. Oh. I’ve never thought much about my nipples. I never realized they could be so sensitive, never realized that having them sucked would send new waves of pleasure down to my clit. Heat sears through me and I arch up into him, my only response a moan. God, if this is how it feels now…
His tongue plays with me, circling and stroking and I feel the smallest graze of teeth that only makes me want more. He sucks me deep, and the sight of my breast filling his mouth is so strange and so good. I’ve been turned on since we kissed by the river, but I feel myself getting even wetter while he uses his mouth on me. I imagine his mouth other places. He releases me from his mouth, and my skin forms goose bumps that make my nipples even harder. It’s almost too much, but at the same time, not enough. Carter’s mouth never leaves my skin, sucking until he reaches my other breast, my other nipple, and I have to close my eyes.
“I love these,” Carter says, lifting up enough to take them both in his hands. “The perfect size for me to play with.” And he does, pushing them together, squeezing, pulling them outward until I lift my body up to meet his. “I can think of so many dirty things I want to do with these.”
My breath goes short. “Like what?”
“Hmmm…” He dives down, pressing his lips to my stomach. “Cover you in chocolate—or whipped cream—and lick them clean. Suck on them until I make you come, never touching you anywhere else. Press them together over my cock and fuck them slowly.”
He licks down my stomach, and I picture everything he just said. Oh god, I can feel the air heat up around me just thinking about it. Everywhere he goes is somewhere new, something I haven’t experienced: his lips tracing the line of my hip, his tongue leaving little spots of heat, his fingers stroking on naked skin. It feels good and bright and perfect and the only think I can think is new. This is all new. One second a piece of skin has never been touched, and the next moment, Carter’s mouth is on it, leaving an invisible mark that I won’t ever forget. His fingers slip inside my waistband, pulling my panties down and off. Adrenaline bursts through me in a wave, setting my heart racing. I’ve never been naked with anyone before.
Carter’s smile makes me realize that I said that out loud. “You’re going to have lots of firsts tonight, and I think you’re going to like this next one.”
He sinks down, face so close to me…there. It feels so weird to think about it—I’ve never really thought about what to call it. Vagina sounds too clinical. “Open for me,” Carter says, “Let me see you.”
“What?” my legs close tighter together on instinct.
Carter presses a kiss to the top of my thigh. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I—” My face flushes and I have to look away from him.
“You’re embarrassed.”
Yes. Though I don’t want to say it. Being looked at…it feels so intimate.
He runs his hands down my hips. “You’re safe with me,” he says.
“I know. It isn’t that. It’s just all new.”
“Yes it is.” He presses his lips to my legs again, and I relax into his kiss. There’s a lick, and a gentle bite, and my legs open just a little. Carter takes the opportunity, kissing the part of my inner thigh that he can reach, and keeps going. He’s licking and biting the skin of my thighs, soothing me with his lips, never stopping, never letting me think about the fact that he’s looking at me.
Slowly, I let my legs open a little further, and Carter works his way up. He’s getting closer, never hesitating. Then he’s there. His tongue gliding across my outer lips, coaxing me open. “You’re going to taste so good, baby.” He licks me again, tongue barely flicking inside. It grazes my clit, and that small touch feels like an electric shock. I know it’s going to feel like so much more when I open my legs, and I don’t know if I’ll survive it.
“Please, April,” Carter says. “Let me see you. Let me taste you.”
He uses his tongue on me again, and I can’t hold back anymore. I spread my legs for him, and the sound he makes when I do floods me with wetness. “God, that’s a pretty pussy,” he says, and if that’s what he’s going to call it, it’s good enough for me. A flush rolls up my body, arousal that he likes what he sees and not a bit of embarrassment from being looked at down there.
Then his mouth is on me, and Oh. My. God. Pleasure. It’s all pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this, the way he’s circling my clit with his tongue, sliding against my skin. None of the orgasms I’ve given myself have ever felt this good and I haven’t even had one yet. “Oh my god.” I keep saying it over and over, and it feels like it’s too much, like I’m going to be consumed by this pleasure. My body is moving on its own, squirming, but Carter doesn’t let me escape. He holds me against his mouth, plunging into me with his tongue. It’s so intimate, the same tongue that was just inside my mouth is inside my pussy. My coach has his mouth on me.
Oh god.
Carter grazes his teeth over my clit and my hips buck against his mouth, but he still holds me steady. His tongue works me in long steady strokes, driving me closer to the peak of sensation. Pressure is gathering in my lower belly, a burning core ready to explode outward and take me with it. Carter finds my clit with his tongue, drawing small circles around it and then flicking it with quick movements that have me shaking. I’m so close to coming, and I reach above my head and push my arms against the headboard so I can just get a little bit closer to him, press just a little bit deeper.
He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I go over the edge. I can’t breathe, and I think my heart stops. Pleasure crashes over me, I’m being crushed with it, wrung out. It’s bursting outwards from his mouth with no sign of stopping. Wetness rushes out of me, and Carter doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, still sucking me while the pleasure has its way with my body.
My pussy convulses, and I can feel spasms across my body as the orgasm fades, suddenly letting me see, letting me breathe again. I let out a groan, quivering while Carter’s tongue plays with me gently. I think his mouth must be some kind of magic, because I’ve never come that hard in my life. Not even close. I didn’t even know it was possible for an orgasm to feel like that.
Carter looks up my body, and I can tell that he’s smiling even though his mouth is still buried in my pussy. “Mmm.” His sound is one of deep, primal satisfaction. “You taste so good I’m tempted to see how many times I can make you come using just my mouth.” My pussy dampens in response to his words. “I think you like that idea too.”
“Yeah, I do,” I say. “I didn’t know that it could feel like that.”
His lips are shiny with what’s left of me, and he’s smirking with pride. “Well we’re definitely going to have to do that sometime. Right now, I want to show you just how good other things can feel.”
He stands up off the bed, still smirking while he undoes his belt and then his zipper. I think I’m holding my breath, because he’s gorgeous and I want to see all of him, and because I’ve never seen a naked man in real life. I’ve only seen them in my brief, embarrassing attempts to watch porn, and something tells me that this isn’t going to be remotely the same.
It isn’t.
Carter tosses his pants aside and all that’s left are his boxer briefs, which are doing a terrible job of hiding just how large—and hard—he is. He gives me a playful smile. “If there were music I’d give you a strip tease.”
I’m finding it very hard to speak. “I think you’re already teasing me enough.”
He laughs softly. “Alright then.”
Without any further ado, he slips his thumbs into the waistband and then his underwear is gone. He stands there for a second while I look at him, and I feel like I should say something, but I honestly have no idea what to say. I’ve never seen a naked man, but if I had to image one, it would be Carter. The gorgeous muscles he has don’t stop at the waist, running down into that ‘V’ on his hips and further down into powerful legs. And then there it is. His dick, cock, whatever he wants to call it. It’s thick and long, jutting straight out from his body and all I can think is that he looks powerful standing there naked.
“You’re perfect, too.” It’s the only thing that comes to my mind, even if it is unbearably cheesy.
“I’m glad you think so.” Carter opens one of his drawers and pulls out a condom. I watch him roll it on. Somehow it makes him look even bigger. He climbs to me on the bed, not wasting any time before he kisses me. My nerves flare to life again, knowing that this is different. It feels different, being entirely naked with someone. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and a wave of heat rolls through me, from my pussy all the way up to my cheeks. I kiss him back with everything that I have. I need him to know that I want this, and that I don’t want him to stop.
Reaching between us, Carter teases me with his fingers. I arch up into him, still sensitive from the way he made me come, and my legs part. He pulls back, and I can feel him pressing against me. Not entering, not yet. Our eyes are locked, and I get the sense that he’s looking for something. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
