He grits his teeth as I continue slowly caressing his length, the way I know he enjoys best: with a squeeze around the top and a twist at the bottom, on the way back up. “It’s more that…as much as I love doing this stuff, just touching…I want…more. With you. And I have plans for us, tomorrow. And I don’t want to…to rush.”
I stop stroking, just hold him. “Plans, huh? Like what?”
“Well, I don’t want to spoil the surprise. Just…a romantic date. Something hopefully magical, and romantic, and…”
I let go of him and clasp his face in my hands. “Wes…” I feel bold. I swing a leg over him, sit astride his hips. “I want a magical, romantic date with yousobad. That means more to me than I can say.” I lick my lips and sort through my feelings. “But don’t think that what we do, here, together, in bed, is…is tied to that date.”
“I just…” He holds my hips in his hands, thumbs caressing the divot and crease where my legs bend at the hip bones. “The next step for us is…is making love. Like, all the way. And I want that to be…incredible. I want your first time,ourfirst time,to be…magical. Special.”
I fall forward and press my forehead to his. “How can you be so freaking sweet and sexy at the same time?”
He laughs. “I just want to make every moment we have together something we’ll never forget. And your first time should be…special.”
“I don’t know if I can argue with that.” I inhale slowly. It would be so easy, right now, to just…move slightly. Slip him where he belongs, and take us there. I can feel myself doing it. “I want it to be magical and special, too.”
He groans. “You straddling me like this is…erotic as hell, Jo.” He laughs. “It’s confusing me.”
“Want me to get off?”
He laughs. “Get off? Or get off of me?”
I moan a laugh. “Set myself up for that one.” I grasp him, stroke him. “Problem is, Wes…I want you right now. Right here, just like this.”
“Jo,” he breathes. One hand grips my hip, the other presses a fingertip to my seam. Slides down. “I want to give you everything.”
“All I want is you, Wes.” I sit upright. Lift up on my knees. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know this feels right. “This would be magical. And romantic.”
He groans, eyes closing, jaw clenching. “Jo, god, Jo. I want to be inside you.”
“I want to know what that feels like. I want you to be inside me. I want to make love with you, Wes.”
He groans again, and then suddenly I’m on my back and his mouth is on mine, and his kiss is fierce, hungry, and wild. Just for a moment, and then he’s off me and stalking into the bathroom.
Stunned, I lie in bed, wondering what just happened. I glance, and see him standing facing the mirror, hands braced on the frame of the vanity, spine arched, taut bubble of his buttocks tensed. Shoulders bowed. Fighting with himself.
I rise, move up behind him. He starts at my touch, as I wrap my arms around him from behind, clutching his broad shoulders and thick chest. “Hey, what’s going on, Wes?”
“I almost lost control, Jo. I want to make your first time something truly…memorable. Not just…a moment of desire, but an intentional memory we make together.”
My heart aches for the intensity in his voice. “I love you for that, Wes.”
He stills further.
I rest my cheek against his back. “I don’t take it back. I love you for that. For a lot of reasons.” I kiss between his shoulder blades. “I don’t need that, though, Wes. I just need you.”
“But I want to give it to you.”
“It’s important to you?”
“Isn’t it, for you?”
I nod. “I’ve dreamed about my first time a lot. And since meeting you, I’ve thought about it a lot. And what you’re describing, a romantic date together that culminates in us making love? That sounds like this fairy tale I’m living made even more magical.”
“And that’s why I stopped. Because I want you, and I was about to let us…ruin that.”
I laugh. “It wouldn’t ruin anything.”
He huffs. “You know what I mean.”
