Virgin Romance by Penny Wylder
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I place my hands on Andrew’s chest, and gently push him away. Now that he knows, he’ll stop. It’s happened before.
Stepping around him, I move toward the bathroom so I can splash water on my burning face. But Andrew catches my hand, pulls me back so we’re chest to chest again.
“You’re a virgin,” he says it softly, almost in awe.
“Yes.”
I try to move again and he stops me. “Where are you going?”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t matter, now that you know.”
I feel his fingers tighten on my arms, and slowly he pulls me against him until my entire body is touching his. I can feel how hard he is through his pants, and I know that’s exactly what he wants me to feel. “Why would you think being a virgin would make me want you less?”
“Nobody wants someone who doesn’t have a clue what they’re doing.”
We’re standing so close, I can see his eyes darken. “Naomi, everything I know about you I like. You are beautiful, smart, and incredibly sexy while fixing copy machines. So as long as you haven’t changed your mind, I am going to fuck you right now on that pretty blue bed.” My heart starts to sprint, and I don’t think I’m breathing anymore. He wants me. This gorgeous man wants me, and I know that it’s going to be so much better than any of my attempts to imagine it. “Did you change your mind?”
I shake my head, my voice barely a breath. “No.”
“Good.”
His mouth crashes onto mine, and his tongue is tracing bits of my mouth I didn’t know existed. I can feel his hands unbuttoning my shirt, and my nipples peak with the rush of air. He pushes the shirt down off my shoulders and pulls away, looking at me. He traces my breasts through the thin fabric, gentle at first and then harder, squeezing my nipples until I gasp at the pressure. He unhooks my bra, and tosses it aside. Then in one swift motion he lifts me onto the bed, and his mouth is on me. I feel the tip of his tongue on my right nipple while his hands trace down the bare skin of my stomach. His knees straddle my hips, and being spread out underneath him is exactly what I’ve been fantasizing about.
My back arches off the bed as he sucks deeply, filling his mouth with my breast. Then he lets go, and I shiver in the absence of his mouth. That is until he moves to my other breast. “Oh my god,” I moan. I don’t know why I haven’t done this sooner.
He leans up to kiss me, and the motion lets me feel his erection again, and now I’m freaking out because it feels huge and that thing is going to be inside me soon. But my body responds to his, arching up to meet him, and Andrew takes the hint. He scoops his hands under my ass and tilts my hips up to meet his, and now he’s thrusting against me through our clothes, his erection pressed against my clit. I’ve never been so angry at my own clothing before.
I don’t remember ever being so wet, and every crush of our hips together releases a burst of pleasure. So good. It feels so good, and I’m gasping for air between his kisses. I think I might come. But no, he’s stopped. Stopped everything. I open my eyes to find Andrew looking down at me, smiling like the devil. He kisses me slowly, never breaking eye contact, and then he moves. His lips are on my throat, my collarbone, and lower. He weaves a path between my breasts and across my stomach, pausing to lick a circle around my belly button. Then he’s reached my skirt and I’m so nervous and thrilled and scared that I feel like I’m vibrating.
Andrew works my skirt down my hips, and I help it along by kicking it all the way off. He’s standing at the end of the bed now, and suddenly I realize just how close to naked I am. I sit up, instinct telling me to make myself smaller, to cover myself. I should say something, anything about the way I’m feeling, but I’m not sure I know how to communicate right now. Because Andrew just took off his pants. I’ve never seen a man naked before, not standing right in front of me like this, and if I could imagine a perfect cock, this one would win. It’s long and thick, standing out from his body at full attention. My first thought is that it’s mesmerizing. My second thought comes rushing out of my mouth before I can stop it: “There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me.”
That devilish smile sweeps across his face and he laughs. “It will, don’t worry.” He kneels in front of me, and his hands stroke my arms. I hadn’t even realized that I crossed them over my chest. “You’re still nervous,” he says.
“So nervous. Ridiculously and tremendously nervous.”
His laugh is soft. “You’re allowed to be nervous, but you don’t have to be. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll forget you were ever nervous.”
He lifts my hands away from my chest and places them on his shoulders. I can’t help it, I fan my fingers out, feeling as much skin as possible, and move my hands into his hair. It’s soft and damp and I could spend an hour running my hands through it. His hands are busy too. They’re at my hips, and he has his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. He works them down, sliding them slowly from under me, down my legs and off my feet. Then with a wink he tosses them behind him, and I’m naked. I’ve never been naked with a man before.
My heart kicks into a higher gear. This is real. I want this, I want him, but it’s so much. I take a shaky breath as he leans up to kiss me. He presses me back onto the bed, and then he’s gone, still kneeling, and he’s pushing my legs apart. My entire body flushes with embarrassment that he’s looking at my pussy, entirely open. I barely have time to think the thought before his tongue is on me, one slow stroke from bottom to top. I’m already soaking, but I can feel myself getting wetter. He licks me again, teasing my clit before moving down to my opening, and I groan. He hums against my clit, and the vibrations make me shudder.
“You taste so good,” he says, closing his mouth over me and sucking, grazing my clit with his teeth. Every time I imagined being with a man, I never thought it would be like this. The slide of his mouth across me is pulling pleasure from every one of my nerves, and it’s all swirling down and gathering between my legs. My hips start to move, thrusting up to meet his mouth, and he matches the rhythm, pushing his tongue inside me. He pulls my legs over his shoulders and suddenly it feels like his mouth is everywhere. His tongue is brushing my thighs and stroking my clit, his lips pressing me down and pulling me open, his teeth grazing.
My hands are fisted in the blankets and I’m not controlling the words coming out of my mouth telling him to keep going and not to stop and oh god yes. Andrew flicks his tongue across my clit over and over and I can feel myself getting closer. My muscles are shaking and I’m drowning in the pleasure of sensation and I want to live in this moment forever. Just then he locks his lips over me and sucks my clit deep into his mouth, and I can’t help it, I can’t stop myself, and I explode with a loud, wrenching moan. The orgasm fizzles through every nerve in my body, rushing through my nerves and drowning me. From far away I can hear my voice echoing off the walls, feel Andrew using his mouth to keep me going. Oh god oh god oh god.
The world comes into focus again, and Andrew is using his hands. Across my stomach and down my legs and up my sides, everywhere his palms and fingers touch there are tingles. He turns away for a moment, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper. This is the part I should be nervous about, but he did what he promised. I’m so blissed out on my orgasm that I don’t have any room for anxiety. I close my eyes for a moment, and then I feel the mattress dip and Andrew’s lips covering mine. The kiss is deep and consuming, and I feel my body coming to life again at the promise in that kiss.
“You have no idea what seeing you come like that does.” His voice is rough in my ear. “I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.”
I’m still floating and it makes me brazen and a little brave. “Show me.”
He reaches down between us, and I can feel him at the entrance to my pussy. Andrew presses his forehead against mine, and I can see up close that the color of his eyes darkens at the center. I gasp as he pushes inside me, slowly. He doesn’t go any faster, and he doesn’t stop. There’s a moment where it hurts, and I flinch, but it’s not as bad as I feared. And then he’s inside me, as far as he can go, and it’s such a strange sensation to be so stretched and so filled. It’s not an unpleasant feeling. It’s good. So good.
“You okay?” he asks.
I don’t have words for this feeling, so I kiss him instead, wrapping my arms around him and taking his mouth the way he’s taken me. He moans, and his hips move, setting off shocks inside me. “Do you remember what I said I was going to do?”
He moves his hips again and my words come out in a gasp, “You said you were going to fuck me on this pretty blue bed.”
His hands find mine, twisting our fingers together and pulling them over my head. Smooth and steady, he slides his cock out and back in. Again. And again, my body getting used to his size and the sensation of him filling me up. This is a different kind of pleasure, deeper and slow building. Nerves inside me that have never been used are springing to life, sending out sparks every time he thrusts inside me. His pace is still smooth and slow, easy and pleasant. But this can’t be what he wants, and it’s not what I want either.
“Andrew,” I say, and he pauses. “You said you were going to fuck me. So fuck me.”
He doesn’t hesitate, pulling out of me and thrusting back in with far more force. I hiss with the pleasure mixed with pain, moaning, “More. Please. Harder.”
He gives me what I want.
Everything inside me lights up, and each time he pushes into me it feels like my body is singing. It’s like an entirely new song I’d never heard, but now that I know it I can’t imagine why I didn’t listen earlier. Suddenly, something in my body clicks, and everything feels better than good. It feels amazing. I wrap my legs around Andrew’s waist, pull him in closer to me, every move of his cock filling me to the brim and sending off jolts of pleasure. He pumps into me harder and faster, and I can tell that he’s going to come soon. I’m in a haze of bliss, allowing myself to hover on the edge of something. I would be content to stay here like this for hours.
His strokes are coming short and fast, and he moves one of his hands between us to play with my clit. His fingers slide across me, and lightning shoots through me in time with the rhythm. I take a breath, force myself to relax my pussy for just one moment, and then suddenly everything shatters. My body is shaking, the shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me. I squeeze Andrew’s cock inside my walls and I feel him push into me deeper than before, again and again, groaning with the force of his own orgasm. He doesn’t stop, fucking me breathless as another orgasm takes the place of the first one. I can’t see, can’t hear, can’t breathe. Just feel.
I hear his breathing first, and I open my eyes to meet his. He’s still inside me, and I squeeze him again. The sound he makes is close to a growl as he kisses me. “If you keep doing that I’m going to have to keep fucking you.”
“Is that a promise?” I manage to ask in between him plundering my mouth.
“Yes.”
I squeeze his cock one more time with my pussy, loving the sound that he makes when I do.
“You can’t imagine the things that I want to do to you, Naomi.”
“Do tell.”
He opens his mouth, and through the open door, I hear another door slam. “Naomi?” my uncle calls, his voice echoing throughout the guest house.
Fuck.
