I press my finger against his lips. “I’m not ‘the type’. I’m also not drunk anymore. I can get up and touch my fingertips to my nose if it’ll make you feel better.”
He laughs, his white teeth glowing in the moonlight. I notice they’re not perfectly straight and secretly I’m glad. It’s stupid, but now I know he’s not perfect, either.
We start kissing again and he removes my top, pushing my bra aside to get to my breast. Thank God the girls made me wear the sexy stuff.
When his mouth touches my nipple, I let out a low moan of pleasure. I don’t want to be a “taker”, so I slowly slide my hands over his shoulders, down his arm and chest. When I’m a hair’s-breadth away from touching his hardness, he grabs my hand. I look at him, confused. I thought guys liked that.
“Not a good idea if you touch me right now,” he tells me and the light bulb turns on.
“Ooooh,” I reply. He slips his hand beneath my shorts, pulling them down, taking my panties with them.
“Are you really, really sure?” he asks again.
I nod, roll to my back, and push my clothes down my legs, leaving me bare to him. Bare? When did he remove my bra? Wow, he’s good. Probably super experienced from how good his fingers feel touching me down there. Oh my.
He pulls his wallet out of his pocket and takes out a condom. Oh boy. I should probably tell him. But I’m too fascinated watching him roll the condom down his thickness—and he’s pretty long. I wonder how he’d taste. I never did that before, either.
Jack positions himself between my legs, one of his hands holding mine, his eyes locked on mine, his length slowly slipping inside.
Shit, fuck, damn! That burns! Shit, shit, shit! I grasp his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, and I’m sure the cringe on my face looks lovely.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, holding himself completely still. “Jill?”
Oh, that’s me. “Well, Jack, you see, it’s like this. I’ve never done this before so…”
He looks at me like I’m an alien being. “You’ve never?”
I shake my head.
I have no idea what he’s thinking, but I’d love to know. The emotions that play over his face are fascinating.
“Why?” he asks.
“Why not?”
He gives me a look.
“Look. You’re a nice guy, and, to be honest, you’re the first guy who’s turned me on to the point I’ve wanted to—and I do. I really, really want to. Can we just go slow?” I ask.
He’s still giving me that disbelieving look.
“I swear I’m not insane. Just really hot and bothered by all the kissing and touching.”
He chuckles. “Let me help you feel better.”
He reaches between us and rubs the perfect spot. As he does, I get wetter and hotter and more aroused, so when he pushes inside, it feels fantastic. Like, wow. I want some more of this.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod.
“I’m going to move now,” he warns.
“Please. Move.”
He chuckles again. Everything fades away except him as he takes me to heights I never imagined. I’ve touched myself, but never have I felt anything like this. The pleasure… it’s so intense. It’s building and building.
“Mmm,” I moan. “That’s so good. Yes, right there. Yes, that.”
