Chapter 2
Once we reach his SUV, he opens the door for me, like he always has... but this is the first time I have felt nervous being alone with him. Once he is in the driver's seat, he turns, “It doesn't have to be tonight you know?” When all I do is nod my head to let him know I understand, he goes on to say “Piper, you have to talk to me. I feel like I’ve just made a complete fool of myself and possibly ruined an amazing friendship.”
Not wanting him to feel this way, I apologize saying, “I'm sorry. I'm just trying to wrap my head around all of this. When I opened my big mouth back there... I spoke thoughts I had intended to always keep to myself. I feel like an idiot.”
“We don't ha...” he begins, but I cut him off.
“I want to. Everything you said makes perfect sense. I can do this. I just… I just don't know how.”
He clears his throat “Well, I don't want you feeling pressured... that's the whole point of this. What if we go back to my apartment and see how things go? What happens, happens? If you change your mind… at any point, it's ok we will stop. Okay?”
I swallow around the lump that has formed in my throat before agreeing.
It does not take long before we pull up in front of his building. He knows I am nervous. We sit in his SUV for a few minutes before he finally asks, “Would you like to come in?”
What the hell am I doing?
That was the thought continuously repeating in my mind on the way up to Mychal's apartment. Oh, my God! Is this really going to happen? Are we really going to go through with this? Ugh! Why is my anxiety kicking in, NOW?!? STOP FREAKING OUT!! I can do this. I CAN'T do this! DAMN IT! I am going to do this! Am I going to be able to pretend it isn't a big deal after it's over?
SNAP OUT OF IT YOU FREAK! Ok, I will go in here and do this... no big dig deal! Oh, who am I kidding… this is huge!
“Piper? You ok?” Mychal questions, looking at me like I have suddenly grown a second head.
“Uh huh... yeah, I'm great.” Is my reply.
Wow! Could I sound any more like a moron!?
He chuckles and asks, “Are you going to join me, or are you going to stay out in the hall?” He reaches for my hand giving me his beautiful smile. The smile that always makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter around. Once inside, I am clueless as to what I am supposed to do now. What he expects... well, besides the obvious.
“Hello... Piper... You are zoning out on me again.”
I look up at Mychal; I'm sure my face has most likely turned every shade of red imaginable.
Sensing my unease, he again tells me, “We don't have to do this. We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for.”
I am so in love with this man, and I know my decision will forever change our relationship.
“Mychal, I want this; I want this with you. If I am going to do this... this way, I want it to be you.” looking down I continue, “I just don't know what to do, what you expect. What if I disappoint you?”
“Disappoint me?” He truly looks baffled by my statement. “Piper, there is nothing you could do tonight that would disappoint me. If anything, I should be concerned I might disappoint you.”
“What?” Now I am the one who looks baffled... because I truly am. His words have caught me completely off guard. “I'm the one that doesn't know what I'm doing.” I laugh trying to ease the tension I have created.
He shakes his head. “Tell me, I know you are a virgin... but, exactly how far have you gone before?”
Knowing this sounds crazy coming from a twenty-three-year-old woman, I sigh at my honesty. “Other than kissing... I haven't... well, unless you count what you saw back at the bar with Drake.”
Not sure of his reaction to this, I can't help but to cast my eyes down to my fidgeting hands.
“Hey, don't look away; you have no reason to be embarrassed... not with me.”
I look back into his eyes and see the sincerity in them. I know with my feelings for him I should not be here; I should not be putting myself in this position. But I want this. I want Mychal. I want this with him, more than I have ever wanted anything before in my life.
At that moment I tell myself that for one night... just one night... I am going to pretend he is mine. I am going to let myself be caught up in my fantasy, where he loves me the way that I love him. To hell with the aftermath... I will suffer the consequences later, but for now I am right where I want to be.
Without saying another word, I lean in to Mychal and when he asks if I'm sure I nod my head yes. He quietly leads me down the hall and into his bedroom.
He gently tilts my head up; looking into my eyes he makes one last plea, “Promise me... if at any time you become uncomfortable, you don't like something, or you just want to stop... you have to tell me. Say the word and I stop, no questions asked. Okay?”
I nod my head yes, but that is not what he wants.
“No, Piper. I want the words. Say it, promise me.”
“I promise.” I say, so quietly that I am not sure he can hear me.
But he must have, before I know it his lips are on mine. Soft. Gentle. Everything I have ever dreamed of and more. From his kiss alone, my head is spinning.
Get a grip! He hasn't even touched you yet and you’re losing your mind!
When I feel his tongue caress my lips seeking entry, I can't stop the soft moan that escapes as I give him what he wants. He has one hand in my hair at the nape of my neck, holding my head exactly where he wants it; the other is slowly making its way down my back. I have never been kissed like this, and I never ever want it to stop.
When he breaks the kiss, I whimper at the loss.
He sighs a laugh and says, “Don't worry, Baby... we're just getting started.”
He only breaks the kiss long enough to strip his shirt off and toss it aside.
His hands begin to explore... and after they make the return trip up my back, I feel him take the zipper of my dress between his fingers. He hesitates only long enough to see if I want him to go on. When I make no move to stop him, I feel the zipper slowly glide down, allowing the cool air of the room to reach my heated skin. I shiver.
“Cold?” he asks.
“If I say yes, will you keep me warm?” I surprise myself with my response.
His answering grin sends another shiver down my body.
I already feel my panties getting damp. He slides the dress off my shoulders and we both watch as it pools at my feet. Suddenly, I realize I'm in nothing but my bra, panties, and heels. Instantly my arms are attempting to cover my chest, and the heat is back in my cheeks; no longer feeling like the woman who just made that comment.
He shakes his head, a look of concern crossing his face. “Why are you hiding yourself from me? You are the most beautiful woman I know. I want to see you; I want to touch you. All of you.”
I can feel the heat spread throughout my entire body, burning at my core. He gently strokes his hands up and down my arms before softly moving them away from my chest. When I look away, he is quick to pull my face back to him.
He looks my body over completely, seeming to enjoy what he is seeing. Drawing me back into his embrace he kisses a trail from my mouth, to my neck and then lingering at my chest. Needing more, he reaches behind me to unfasten my bra. His hands lightly graze my skin as he removes it, fully exposing me to his mouth. Everything he does feels amazing.
I try not to think about how he got to be so good at what he is doing or how many women he has had his mouth on... this glorious mouth of his.
My thoughts are lost... thankfully... as he takes my tits in his hands and alternates sucking my nipples into his mouth. It feels so good, I'm moaning again. I try not to, but I can't help it. He keeps pleasuring my tits as one hand slowly makes its way up the back of my thigh.
When he slides his hand around to my front, continuing upward, I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together. He pauses, taking his mouth away from me to make sure I’m okay.
“I’m sorry, I've just never been touched... there before. I'm just nervous.”
“It's okay. Don't ever apologize. Do you want me to stop?” He asks.
Without hesitation, I shake my head no.
“Okay, but let’s try to get a little more comfortable.”
Turning to the bed, he pulls the comforter back. I kick my heels off and climb in. I watch him as he kicks his shoes off, followed by his jeans. I can't help myself as I let my eyes take him in. He is gorgeous. His body is solid muscle, not overdone like some professional wrestler, but he definitely works out. I realize I'm licking my lips and quickly stop.
As my gaze reaches his boxers, I swear my eyes about pop out of my head and I almost jump out of his bed to make a run for it. There is NO fucking way he will to make THAT fit! Holy hell! I mean I've heard stories, but what the fuck!?
He must see the alarm on my face, because he is in the bed beside me in an instant... covered, so I can no longer see what I am now terrified is going to kill me.
“Piper, look at me.” He waits a moment before continuing. “Piper.” When I look up, I try to mask my tension, but he sees it anyway. “I meant what I said... If you want me to stop I will. I want you to trust me. I won't lie to you, it will hurt... at first; but I will also make it as pleasurable for you as I possibly can. That is, if you still want me to.” After a few seconds he asks, “Do you trust me?”
Without having to think about it I nod my head yes in response.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Again, with no hesitation I say, “No, but I am a little scared.”
“Trust me.” he says “Please, just trust me.”
Wanting his lips back on mine, I reach my hand behind his head and pull him to me. That is the only reassurance he needs. He is kissing me so passionately that it is easy for me to get caught up in my own fantasy. For this one night, Mychal is mine.
This time when he slides his hand up my thigh, I let him continue higher. His moan as he touches me through my panties drives me wild, and I thrust myself into his hand. I can feel how wet I am, and that turns me on even more. When he slides his finger into my panties and rubs it along my slit, it’s my undoing. It came on so fast I am unable to stop it... not that I would want to. I can't control my moaning. Mychal slides his finger through my folds, rubbing my clit helping me ride out my first orgasm... well, the first I did not give to myself. Once my breathing slows and I can focus again, I look back at Mychal who seems very pleased.
“You are even more beautiful when you cum, Baby. I enjoyed watching you, more than you know.”
Before I can respond his mouth is back on me... making his way down my body. He pauses at my tits, enjoying them for a while before continuing down my stomach. He again stops, now at my belly button, taking his time... kissing me. When he dips his tongue into it, I feel goosebumps rise all over me.
I can feel his grin against my skin. “I love how your body responds to me.” He says before continuing his journey.
I am mesmerized. All I can do is watch him, his every move. I can't take my eyes off him. As he reaches my panties, I'm torn between being embarrassed because I know what he wants to do, and excited because I know what he wants to do. When he begins to slide them off me, taking his time, I struggle with the battle going on inside my head, but as he begins kissing his way back up my thigh... taking the same path his hand took not so long ago... I am lost. Once he reaches my core, I see him take a deep breath, taking in the scent of me. I don't know if I should be mortified or ready to explode... but the latter wins out when he lets out a deep moan. All I can do is watch. I watch as he slowly slides his tongue up my slit. That's it. I'm gone. I throw my head back into the pillow, gripping the sheet with my fists.
He takes his time, pleasing me... torturing me. Oh, such a sweet seduction I never want to live without again. I know I am going to crave this once tonight is over. I’m going to crave Mychal. He is like a drug running through my veins. I never want to lose this high.
He is amazing with his mouth, and it does not take long for me to peak again. He grabs my hands, threading his fingers with mine while he helps me ride it out. All the while never taking his eyes off me. Wanting to watch me writhe with passion; passion only he has given me. Once the orgasm fades, I'm soaked with sweat and I feel my juices running everywhere. He kisses his way back up to my mouth. I taste myself on his tongue, and what I once thought would be disgusting is so… erotic.
“Please Mychal, I need you.” I plead.
He reaches into his nightstand for a condom; I watch as he slides it on. I can barely contain myself... I want him so badly. After rubbing his cock through my folds, using my juices as lubrication, he centers himself. When he lines his head up with my entrance and begins to push his way inside, I tense up.
“I need you to relax for me, Baby. If not, it's going to hurt more, and I may not get in.” His voice is strained.
“I'm trying.” I whisper.
“I know.” He replies quietly before taking my mouth with his.
With tender strokes of his tongue against mine... this dance we are perfecting with our mouths... I begin to relax and feel him ease his way in a little at a time. When he reaches my barrier, the innocence I have held onto for so long, that I have fantasized giving to him so many times, he pulls back slightly and softly tells me, “Keep your eyes on me, okay? It's going to hurt, but I will make it feel better. I promise.” With my eyes glued to his and my arms holding on to his back, he pushes through.
I gasp at the instant pain. He pauses to let my body adjust to him... and to rein himself back in, judging by the look of strain on his face. After a moment he softly asks, “Are you okay?”
I nod my head because I cannot seem to find my words.
He wipes a tear from my eye... one I was not aware I had shed.
“Are you sure? Do you want me to keep going?”
All I know is I do not want him to stop. I rub my hand up his back while kissing his shoulder, hoping my actions speak for me and encourage him to keep going.
He waits only a moment longer and slowly pulls back. I whimper at the stinging tenderness and the thought that he misunderstood my actions and is stopping.
“Please don't stop.” I softly plead.
Rubbing his hand along my cheek he kisses me... passionately once again. His other hand has made its way to my hip as he slowly moves again. It hurts, but not like the initial pain, and with every stroke of him inside me, the pain subsides into sheer pleasure. It’s not long before he is in fully. I am shocked he fit. I feel so full; it is amazing.
I am a little surprised when he says, “Don't move.” I can tell he is struggling to hold on.
I lie motionless for a moment, savoring the feel of him deep inside me. When he moves again, his eyes are back to mine. If I didn’t know better, I could swear I see my love for him reflected at me. I know it is not true, but for tonight I go with it. Another part of my fantasy I am letting play out. I want him to love me, so for tonight he does.
Before long the pain is gone and all I feel is ecstasy. I am moving with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I hear him moan and it pushes me to the edge. I feel my myself tighten, ready to explode. He must somehow sense it too.
“Give it to me,” he says “I've seen you cum, Baby... now let me feel it. I want you to cum all over my dick.”
His words are my undoing. My moans are louder as I scream his name; I cannot help but drag my nails down his back trying to ease some of this explosion.
My orgasm sends him over the edge. “Fuck! Piper!” Hearing my name come out of his mouth in such a pleasurable moment is something I know I will never forget.
We both lie there for a moment trying to catch our breath and allow our heartbeats to slow. I am completely sated and worn. I do not think I will ever be able to move again.
Lying on his side now, facing me, he pushes my wild hair out of my face and softly asks “Are you okay?” I can hear the concern etched in his voice.
I want to reassure him but all I manage is “mmm hmmm.”
He chuckles, and I feel the bed move as he leaves. I do not have the energy to see where he is going, so I just lie there. I hear the shower turn on, and a few moments later he returns to the bedroom.
Waking me from my haze I hear “Piper, Baby let's get you cleaned up.”
“Can't move.” I groan.
He laughs, and the next thing I know he is lifting me off the bed. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder.
His shower is huge. I swear it is bigger than my bedroom. He sits me down on one of the shower's seats. I lean my head back onto the tile wall and look up at Mychal who is grinning at me.
“You really are done, aren't you?”
I attempt to nod my head, but I'm not sure if my muscles cooperate.
He leans down, kisses me on the forehead and reaches for the shampoo. He takes his time washing my hair, then grabs the body wash. He pours a generous amount into his hands and rubs them over me. It is sensuous and does not take long to awaken all my senses, clearing my mind of its recent fog. His eyes are on me; I love them on me. I can tell he is getting aroused, at least until he reaches my pussy.
As he moves his hand to wash me, I am unable to hide my flinch. Instantly his arousal turns to concern.
“I'm okay, Mychal.” I try reassuring him.
“I didn't want to hurt you.” His voice is full of sorrow.
“I'm fine, honest. Just a little tender. I mean I'd be shocked if I wasn't.” I try to lighten the mood.
He smiles at me before rinsing the soap from my body. He shuts off the water and grabs a towel to wrap around his waist. Then grabs two more. He wraps my hair in one and dries my body with the other. I love how he is taking care of me.
In my head I know it will make going back to reality tomorrow so much harder, but for now I ignore it and just enjoy the moment.
“Stay with me.”
It isn't a question, but I nod my head at him to answer anyway.
A few minutes later I am wearing his shirt, wrapped in his arms, in his bed, and fast asleep with my head on his chest. I never want to wake from the dream I am living at this moment.