Clementine
He was so big, I could barely fit him in my hand or my mouth. I didn’t know how I was supposed to fit him inside me, but I knew I was going to figure it out. I wanted to do whatever it took to make him happy. I was ready to try anything he wanted to do to me.
I led him to the bedroom, where I turned around and let him pull my nightgown off over my head. I wanted to see his face when he found me already naked underneath it. I was able to gauge his reaction from his hands almost immediately.
He gripped my breasts in his smooth, firm hands. He squeezed me as his thick shaft pressed against the wet slit between my legs.
“Be gentle with me,” I whispered to him as I lay down on the bed.
He followed, climbing over me and spreading my legs with his hand. He ran his fingers along the space between my lips and pressed them into me, sliding them inside my tight entrance. He slid them out and rubbed my lips, getting them wetter, readying them.
I looked down to see him grip himself with one hand to guide himself into me. I leaned my head back as I felt his head press between my lips and start pushing into me. I had heard so many stories about how much it would hurt the first time, but I tried to relax and keep an open mind.
As each inch of his thick, hard shaft passed through my opening and deep into my wet center, I cried out from the pleasure and pain blending between my legs. I tilted my head back and dug my fingers into Falcon’s back.
“Oh yeah, baby, do that,” he growled above me as he started thrusting himself back and forth, in and out of my core.
“You like that?” I asked, surprised that he would enjoy it when it felt like it should have hurt. I gripped him and pulled him down to me. I held his hard chest and abs against my soft body. The contours of his muscles brushed against my hardening nipples, sending little miniature jolts of pleasure through my body.
He thrust himself into me with even, measured strokes, pumping himself deeper into me with each thrust. His shaft stabbed me again and again, driving pleasure throughout my entire body. My pleasure grew into a ball of ecstasy deep in my gut that threatened to erupt from the moment it appeared.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me. I wasn’t sure of what I was doing, but it felt good, and I figured as long as it brought me closer to climax and closer to Falcon, it was definitely a good thing.
I held him in place while I rocked my hips against his thick cock. I could feel my juices building up around him. I slid my hips down, and his shaft ran along a spot on the front wall of inside me. White hot pleasure shot up through my body and threatened to let go of the growing ecstasy.
I did it again. This time, I slid the front of my slit against the bare skin above his shaft and pressed my thin ridge of pleasure against him. Another bolt of pleasure tore through me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and clung to him as I rocked my hips against him again and again, forcing him to brush against my g-spot over and over, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Passion and pleasure were taking control of my body and dictating my movements. I was no longer in control of what was I doing. I could feel him driving deep inside of me as I rocked my hips against him.
He groaned and panted above me with each thrust, so I knew what I was doing felt good to him, too.
“You like that?” I asked him, panting as I continued to work my hips.
“Yes, Clementine. You’re so tight, baby,” he panted. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
“Come for me whenever you’re ready,” I encouraged him, grabbing his sides and pulling him up, driving him deeper into me. I wanted to feel his entire shaft pass through my entrance.
I rocked my hips furiously against him, frantically tearing at whatever it was that was holding my pleasure together in a dense ball deep inside me. I wanted to unleash my ecstasy and come for him. I wanted to be his, all his.
Who was I kidding? I was his. I had been his all along.
“Take me, Falcon,” I begged him. “Make me yours.”
“Oh, you are mine, baby,” he said above me as he started thrusting his hips against me again. “Give yourself to me.”
My insides began to quiver and shake. My legs quivered underneath his weight as a wave of pleasure built up inside of me and started to rush through my body. Soon, my whole body was shaking beneath him.
“I’m coming, Falcon. I’m coming,” I told him. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his massive shoulder as my climax rocked my body. But it didn’t stop.
Every time he thrust into me after that, my body quaked in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure rolled through me. My legs grabbed his waist as my muscles clenched around his shaft, trying to hold him inside of me and force him to come for me.
“Please,” I begged him. “Please come for me, Falcon. I want to make you come.”
I could feel him straining inside of me, growing harder and harder as his climax built up inside his long shaft. He slid out of me, and I immediately wrapped my hand around him. I sat up and took him deep into my mouth, sucking hard on him as I pulled my head back. I worked his shaft with my hand until he erupted in my mouth.
His warm, salty flavor filled my mouth, and I could feel my gag reflex trying to catch before I could swallow, but I forced myself to get him down my throat. I worked his shaft in my mouth until there was nothing left to drink from him.
I pulled back and let him slide out of my mouth.
“Holy shit, Falcon,” I panted, collapsing back on the bed. I reached up for him, to pull him down next to me.
“Worth the wait?” he asked, teasing me.
“Definitely worth the wait,” I told him, turning to press my back up against him. Yes, it was definitely worth the wait. I had found the right man to give myself to. His body fit mine so perfectly, like we had been fashioned for each other.
He kissed my shoulders gently and wrapped an arm around my waist. I could feel him coming down behind me, pressed between my legs still. I rocked my hips, rubbing his shaft along my lips. It sent spasms of pleasure through my body again.
“Take it easy,” he said behind me. “We both need a little time to recover before we try to do that again.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I told him, smiling.
I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing. There was no more denying it. I was falling for Falcon. I didn’t want him to ever leave my side again. I grabbed his hand over my stomach and interlaced our fingers. His hand was so much bigger than mine. It completely dwarfed my thin little fingers.
He was mine now. He wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I was afraid to say anything. “I’ve been waiting for that for a long time,” I told him. “And I don’t mean just the sex. I mean you. I’ve been waiting on us to get to this point since our first date.”
“Me, too, Clementine. You have no idea,” he said with a smile I could hear in his voice.
“I think I do,” I teased him.
“If you say you thought that was all I was after, you’re crazy.” He squeezed me against him.
“No, I never thought that, but I was beginning to wonder what was taking so long,” I admitted to him, unable to resist the opportunity to take a little jab at him at the same time.
“I wanted to make sure you were ready and that the time was right, Clementine. You can’t just jump into something like this, not for your first time,” Falcon explained.
I squeezed his hand in mine and let the smile on my face spread.
So this was what sex was all about, huh? We’d danced around it and danced around it until it was an unavoidable fact of our relationship, something we could no longer dance around. The intense physical connection we shared was a bond that couldn’t be broken. From the protective way he held me, I knew he felt it, too.
I’d had my doubts for a time. It seemed like he had started avoiding me after the night at the bar, like maybe we’d gotten too close to this and he wasn’t ready for it with me. Once it happened, though, there was no going back. I knew that, and I could feel he knew that.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked behind me.
“This,” I said, squeezing his hand.
“Is everything okay?” he continued.
“I think so,” I told him. “I’m not sure. I’m trying to sort out what I feel.”
“You don’t regret what we did, do you?” he asked, and I loved him for the way he was checking on me, the way he was so concerned for my feelings in that moment.
“No, I don’t regret it at all,” I told him. “I kind of regret taking so long to do it. I should have just jumped you right there in the store that night.”
“I don’t know.” He laughed. “I’m glad we waited. It made it better, made it meaningful, I think.”
He was sharing his emotions with me! Falcon was definitely a keeper. He was the perfect man. He had the rough and tough biker exterior, and he knew what he wanted in bed, but he was also kind and gentle afterwards. He seemed to be successful. I never noticed that he cared much about his money. He just always seemed to have what he needed when he needed it. To me, that was the real definition of success.
“You thought it was meaningful?” I asked him.
“Yes, I did. Didn’t you?”
“Yeah, of course I did. I just didn’t expect you to say something like that. I expected you to treat it more like it was just sex,” I replied.
“Is that how you want me to see you? Do you want me to see you as just another girl to sleep with?” he asked. “That’s not how I see you. That’s not how I think of you at all. You’re amazing. You are a beautiful young woman, and you are a lot of fun to be around. I knew we could have slept together after our first date, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to wait and make sure I wasn’t going to hit the road as soon as we were finished. I wanted to make sure I could stick around afterwards,” he explained.
“So you’re sticking around?” I asked, a hopeful tone in my voice.
“If you’ll let me.”
I wondered how I got so lucky. We lay in bed talking for a while, and that was what made it so special. We talked. We actually talked and laughed and told jokes almost constantly when we were together. Even after having sex for the first time, after building the moment up so much that it should have just exploded in our faces, we still didn’t have to force anything. It all came naturally to us. I didn’t want to lose that.
I had heard so many stories of guys who came around and played like they really cared just to get a girl in bed. Then, once they got what they wanted from her, they disappeared. They walked out of her life forever. I wasn’t afraid of that happening with Falcon. Falcon had proven to me that he was better than that, despite what my brother tried to tell me about him.
I was almost convinced Falcon didn’t know anything about my brother other than what I had told him, but I wondered how my brother seemed to know so much about Falcon, unless he’d had him followed, which was a distinct possibility if he was running security detail now.
I took a deep breath and let it out. I pulled Falcon’s hand up between my breasts and held him there against my chest. I closed my eyes and held his hand against me as my body relaxed and I waited for sleep to come to me.