Pulling out of my arms, she rose on bare feet and started walking toward the bedroom. I followed. Inside my domain, she turned and dropped the towel.
“It has to mean something,” I told her, struggling to breathe. And I meant it. “I don’t want it to be revenge sex against your dad or your douche ex.”
We stood so close, her breath ghosting my face, her chest rising and falling. She was so beautiful, and I wanted her so badly, but I wanted to be sure.
“I don’t want to only be a distraction to your pain.”
She shook her head. “It’s none of that. None. It means maybe more than you know.”
With a quick swipe of her hand, she removed my shirt ... and any resolve I was holding on to.
Gently backing her into the bed, I spread her out in front of me, and shoved out of my cargos. Flip-flops, boxers, shorts all deposited in a heap, I lay down next to her and kissed her. It was agonizing to take it slow, but I did my best, my palm gently moving over the side of her breast and back up again.
She pushed into my hand, and her legs twisted with mine. Her heat met my thigh and she moved, trying to create friction. My lips found her nipple, and my finger found its way to her heat. She was so hot, burning for me, and it was a major turn-on.
Quiet whimpers made their way from her mouth until she was spent and ready for all of me. She fumbled with my length, but it didn’t take long for her to learn how to caress me, just hard enough, the right speed, and then I grabbed her hand, stopping her.
Reaching toward the nightstand, I grabbed a condom. My fingers struggled to rip it open. Sometimes, nerves even got the best of us dudes. After it was on, I took Emerson’s lips again in a kiss.
“You sure?” I asked, needing to confirm that this was what she wanted.
She nodded, and then I did something I hadn’t done since I was fifteen years old. I went slow, not pushing in too hard, too rough, too quickly ... until she squirmed and said, “I’m ready, please.”
Once I was inside her, I ran my fingers down Emerson’s arm, looking into her eyes. “Okay?” It came out gentle, my own resolve warring inside me.Go fast, not too fast, claim this woman.
“Yes. Move, please.”
She didn’t have to ask again. I moved in and out, closing my eyes for a moment, savoring each stroke. My past was nothing but behind me, my future somewhat clear.
It might have been eight years since I took someone’s cherry, but it didn’t mean I could hold on for long. Together, we hit a crescendo and ...wow ...I didn’t even know what happened, or that it could happen like that.
“Let’s go see your dad. Come on, it’ll be fun,” I said over coffee and pancakes the next morning.
Emerson sat across from me in one of my T-shirts, the left side falling off her shoulder, exposing her creamy skin and the length of her neck. Resisting the urge to run my tongue there, I took a sip of coffee instead.
“This again?”
“I’ve never been to the beach. Come on.”
“I can’t believe that. Wait, do you know how to swim?”
“Yes, I do, missy.” I reached across the table and pinched her cheek.
She promptly stuck her tongue out at me and forked a bite of blueberry pancakes off her plate. “I’ll say this, you’ve been holding out on me. These are good.”
“My mom’s recipe,” I told her, trying to keep from getting emotional.
I missed my mom, and I was certain she saw through my lame excuse when I didn’t visit her this weekend.Homework, I’d said.She knew me better than to fall for that, especially since the summer session was over and fall hadn’t yet begun, but she let it go.
“It’s crazy good,” Emerson said. “Why don’t we go there? And then I’ll think about going to my dad’s another time.”
“It’s August, and hot as hell. Let’s go to the beach, and then we can go to my mom’s in the fall.”
The meaning of my statement hung in the air like the humidity outside. I was making long-term plans. Fall was only a month away, but I could see the surprise in Emerson’s wide eyes.
“Em, you gave me something special last night. Now, don’t go taking my man card for saying this.” I took her hand in mine. “But this isn’t somehit it and quit itthing, okay?”
Her knee bounced quickly under the table; I could feel her heel tapping on the floor.
