“I like you,” he said. “And it seems like as good a place to go as any. You are, of course, welcome to tell me to leave you alone, and I’ll respect the hell out of that. You just... most women in my life don’t stick around long. You seem like someone with potential.”
Oh, Cole.
“That’s a hell of a thing to say for a virgin and the daughter of your biggest enemy,” I said.
“But I don’t see you that way,” he said. “You are not just the daughter of Lucius Sartor, and I am not just the son of Roger Carter. We are Cole Carter and Lilly Sartor, our own people. We can come together and be something, but we can also be our own people at the same time.”
I couldn’t help myself. I stopped walking, gently grabbed his cheek, and pulled him in for a kiss.
“I have no idea what I’m going to do when I get there,” I said. “But I feel safe with you. I’m so attracted to you. And... I want you, Cole. I want to be around you, I want to be with you, and…”
I blushed.
“You want something more,” he said with a sexy-as-hell smirk.
“I think I’m ready,” I said.
“Well, bad news, I don’t have an apartment and I don’t think you want to go back to your house,” he said. “But I did stay at a motel last night. It ain’t cosmopolitan, but—”
“I don’t care,” I said, becoming more excited with every passing second, every moment of thinking about Cole. “It’s not about where, but with whom. So come on, Cole. Take me back to the motel. Take me. I’m yours.”
* * *
There was a slight delay as Cole had to technically pay for another night to get the motel room back, but I just saw that as a sign that instead of being forced to get in and get out, we could spend all day together. Losing my virginity to him wasn’t going to be something that would have to be hurried so the cleaning staff could come in and change the sheets; it would almost be like a day-long experience where I’d get to make up for lost time.
Although I certainly felt a rush of nerves when we got inside the room and he came up behind me, pressing his body against mine and kissing my neck, the nerves were not going to stop me. There was no uncertainty about who was the best man for me. I had no hesitation in wanting to lose myself to Cole Carter.
He had shown me that I was a woman, not a child in her twenties living at home. And now, I was going to show him what this woman could do.
Getting to the point we had gotten to before was not nerve-wracking; in fact, it was exciting to take off clothes and tumble onto the bed. The fact that the motel bed was not as comfortable as his former bed meant nothing, lost in the sea of passion that was storming in our minds. In fact, our kissing and our touching were less of a slow dance and more of a rush, like we were pressing fast-forward on a movie that we’d already seen to get up to where we had left off.
But at the moment when Cole had me down to my underwear and he only had his jeans on, with him resting my legs on his shoulders and his fingers curled under my panties, he stopped.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Are you sure?” he said. “I just want to make sure.”
I understood this was the point of no return. Once that last piece of clothing came off, it would make no sense to stop Cole. They were quite literally the last line between my virginity and my fully realized sexual self. It was a scary leap.
But it was a leap that had a soft landing, no matter what. Either I felt great having sex and I wanted to do it over and over, or I felt shame after but had the open ear and support of the kindest, gentlest man I knew.
“I’m ready, Cole,” I said, smiling. “Please me.”
It was all he needed to hear. In an instant, the man who had gone from frenzied to cautious returned to the primal animal, yanking on my panties so hard that I thought he was going to tear them off. The rush of cold air on my exposed clit sent a chill down my spine, although I was pretty sure that had something to do with the rush of finally being naked in front of him. He kissed my feet just as he had before, but this time, there was an anticipation that made the same action ten times better.
He got to my calf. How would this feel? I’d touched myself before, but I knew that would utterly pale in comparison to this.
He got to my knee. What if it hurt? I’d heard people say their first time hurt. But maybe that was only temporary?
He got to my thigh. My body shook with anticipation. I felt like I’d explode if he didn’t get down there.
He got to the crevice between my clit and thigh. Oh, God, just this anticipation was getting me off. Oh, heavens, he hadn’t even touched me yet! I had to close my eyes.
And for several seconds, I felt nothing.
I eventually opened them to see a smirking Cole staring at me.
“What are you doing?” I said, so horny and so ready that I was seconds away from pressing his face against me.
