I take more of him, and then more, tasting him on my tongue, feeling him stretch my jaws apart. I clutch him beneath my mouth, moving my fist in synch with my lips as I slide them up, up, to the tip of him, swirling my tongue, then down and down and down until I cannot manage any more of him.
His eyes fly open, hit mine. “How the fuck are you so good at that, if you’ve never done it before?”
I move my mouth away to smile at him. “I like to make you feel good.”
“Well, you’re doing a damn good job of it, baby.”
I caress him, his length now slick with my saliva. “You are a wonderful teacher.”
He laughs. “I haven’t taught you shit, honey. All I’ve done is let you touch me how you want to touch me.”
“So you are saying I excel naturally at sex?” I ask, grinning, still playing with him.
He rumbles a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
I feel almost perversely pleased by this compliment, and I endeavor to earn another—by moving my mouth onto him again, using my tongue in the way that makes him groan, makes his hips shift up. I remember him asking me to work him hard and fast, and that is what made him have his orgasm. So, I will replicate this movement with only my mouth.
I slide my lips around him, down and down, and then back up, tongue moving. Faster, down and up. I use my hand as well, and the more I do this to him, the faster I do it, the more he grunts, groans, the more his hips lift and shift. And I know I have him near the peak, and I want him there. I want to give him the climax with just my mouth.
“Ah fuck, fuck, Anj—” he cuts off, pulling free of me. “Gotta stop,” he says, gasping through gritted teeth.
I show him a puzzled frown. “Why stop? I like doing this to you.”
He pulls me to him, chest to chest, his hand curling possessively over my bottom. “Because I don’t want to come in your mouth this time, baby.”
“You don’t?” I feel my pulse quicken.
He shakes his head. “No.” He touches my chin with one hand, the other tracing and petting my bottom. “I want to make love to you, Anjalee.”
I swallow. “Oh.”
He pulls me closer, brushes his lips against mine. “You want that?”
I can only nod, my heart hammering in my ribcage.
“Sure?” He moves his thumb over my lips. “Can only give someone your virginity once, baby. I want you a hundred percent certain this is what you want.” His hand squeezes my bottom. “Gotta know you’re ready for it. You’re choosing to give me this gift. Me, here, now—no doubts.”
I nod again, grasping his face, his beard. “I am certain. There are no doubts for me whatsoever.”
Rolling me off him, on my side angled against his ribs, he snags his jeans, pulls something from the back pocket. A small square foil packet. He rips it open, producing the contents—a translucent whitish ring. He places it on the tip of his cock and rolls it down hand over hand. The ring unrolls around him, sheathing him down to the root.
I am shaking with eagerness, with excitement, with desire, and yes, with no small amount of fear and nerves.
He pulls me back onto him, my sex on his belly, shins on either side of his hipbones. I feel my breath coming in quick, sharp pants, feel my eyes wide, feel more fear than anything. Kissing him, touching him, being touched—somehow, all of this was different.
Now, I am going to make love with him. He will beinsideme; we will be united.
Instead of pushing inside, he simply lies there beneath me, looking up at me. “Anj, baby, relax. Take a deep breath for me, yeah?”
I realize I am near to hyperventilating. I nod, but I can’t find my breath. “I want it,” I manage. “But I am afraid, also.”
His smile is soft and warm. “Nothing happens till you’re ready. If you’re not ready, nothing happens.”
“I want it to happen.”
He touches my cheek. “What are you afraid of?”
I shake my head. “This is not sexy talking. I want to be sexy with you.”
