Chapter 11
The second after my dad takes off, I hit the shower, then throw on a tight tank top and jeans.
You busy? I text to Colin. I’d like to pick up where we left off yesterday.
I get a reply only a few seconds later.
I sent a car. It’s already waiting for you. Get your hot little ass over here.
Blushing, I do as I’m told. Colin’s driver is waiting with Packer, and together they race me across town. Along the way, I text Allison:
He picked me! Business deal’s off!
I laugh when I get her reply: !!!!!
I’m on my way to his place now. We’re going to celebrate, I write back.
“Celebrate?” You could just say you’re going to bone.
That’s gross, Allison..
You’re not a virgin anymore! Now you get to make love, do it, bump uglies, roll in the hay, get it on and, yes, bone. Get used to it.
Laughing so hard I snort, I write back, I think I will.
—
Colin’s waiting for me when the elevator doors open, and he’s wearing nothing but his boxers. “I’m sorry, I must have the wrong floor,” I say, stepping back.
“I don’t think so,” Colin chuckles. In one quick motion, he steps up and grabs me, lifting me and slinging me over his shoulder like a caveman. Howling in laughter, I hold onto him for dear life, dropping my purse. He carries me straight to his bedroom.
Though he’s cleaned up the flower petals and put away the candles, his room still smells fresh and sweet. He lowers me onto the bed gently and immediately climbs in to kiss me.
I moan into his mouth; it feels so good, so right. Now all the tension is gone: the fear that he might not choose me, the pressure of losing my virginity to a good man — I don’t have to worry about those ever again.
“You seem different,” Colin says when our lips finally part. “You seem at peace in a way I’ve never seen you before.”
“Yeah,” I nod. “Thanks to you.”
“My pleasure,” he says, then pulls my tank top off, over my head.
My body comes alive as I feel the fabric slide over my skin, as if the friction is creating sparks. There’s so much more to the experience of love that I never even imagined: the needful look in Colin’s eyes as he undresses me, the way it feels to be exposed but still desired, the tremors that spread through my body as I anticipate the pleasure to come. It adds up to more than the act itself; I never knew it would be like this.
Once my pants are off, and I’m down to just my bra and panties, Colin reaches to the nightstand and grabs something. “I want you to wear this for me.”
I look closer and see it’s a blindfold. “What is that for?”
“You won’t be able to see. Just feel. It will heighten the experience. The body reacts to fear in many of the same ways as arousal,” he explains.
“I trust you, Colin,” I say, smiling. I lift my head and let him slip the blindfold over my eyes; once it’s in place, I can’t see anything. The fabric is soft around the edges, and it even feels a little nice — different, but nice.
Of course, I see right away what he means about fear. I can hear his steady breathing, but what is he going to do? When I feel his hands touch my breasts, I gasp, then moan as he holds them, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs.
I mewl when he stops, but then I feel his lips against my breast, instead, and a couple of fingers on my clit. He brushes his fingers across it so gently, I ache for more, thrusting my hips forward to grind into his hand. I stop when I feel a slight pinch on my nipple.
“Don’t do that,” he warns. “Be patient. Let me bring you to ecstasy. There’s no rush.”
“Please,” I beg. “I need it now.”
Laughing softly, he gives me another pinch. “Is that what you want, to be finished a minute from now? Or would you rather prolong this bliss and finish with an orgasm more intense than any you’ve ever had?”
I squirm in place as he speaks, so turned on it hurts. My nipples are like rocks, and all I want is to have his cock now… but the other option calls to me, his words echoing in my head. I want the best orgasm he can give me.
When it comes to sex, you’ve been patient all your life, I remind myself.
“Okay. Prolong it as long as you can,” I say.
“Good choice.”
Colin continues to brush my clit until my arousal becomes truly unbearable. Just as I’m about to scream in frustration, his fingers slip away, replaced by his tongue. Immediately, I shriek as waves of euphoria explode throughout my body. He works his tongue in circles around my clit, holding my thighs spread apart with his hands. His breath comes out in hot jets against my skin, and it’s all overloading my senses.
When Colin begins using his fingers in time with his tongue, driving them into my core and hooking them to stimulate my G-spot, I lose all semblance of composure. Screaming and thrashing, I scream until I’m utterly breathless. By the time I stop, the orgasm I’ve enjoyed has fried my brain, and I can feel tingles of pleasure everywhere from my pussy straight out to my fingers and toes. A sheen of sweat covers my skin, even as Colin brushes it, feeling every last inch of me.
“Oh, my God, that was amazing,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
“I’m not done yet,” Colin says, and his tone makes me shiver: it has a hint of menace and mischief. Like he was planning to do something bad but nevertheless enjoyable. “Susie, what I’m going to do next might hurt a little bit at first, but I think you’ll get to like it. Just tell me if you want to stop.”
“Okay,” I say.
For a minute, nothing happens; I almost lift up the blindfold so I can see, but I resist the urge. Then I feel it: Colin spreads something cool and slick all over between my legs.
“What’s that?” I ask, my voice shaky. His hands feel so good, as my skin is still very sensitive.
I feel Colin’s lips on my forehead. He whispers, “It’s lube. You ready?”
“Yes.”
Colin enters me slowly, though almost as slowly as the first time he penetrated me. His cock still feels enormous, and it still hurts a little to take all of it in, but he works it deeper gradually so I don’t get overwhelmed.
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” I groan.
“Yeah. And I think this will, too.” Colin starts to thrust slowly but deeply, establishing a leisurely rhythm, and for a second, I wonder if that’s what he’s talking about.
It isn’t.
I’m not sure at first what is going on, only that something is pressing in a place I’ve never felt something pressed. Then I feel a slight twinge of pain as something small slips inside my bottom.
“Is that… your finger?” I ask, wincing. It’s a little painful, but the unusual pressure brings an entirely new dimension to the experience.
“Just one.”
I feel the finger start to go in and out, counter to the thrusts of his cock. I can feel them both pressing against me when they’re inside, and the sensation sets off a reaction in me like an unscheduled rocket launch. “Holy shit,” I gasp, rolling my hips to follow the new source of stimulation.
“Yeah? This working for you?”
“It’s… oh, God… different. But… good,” I reply, barely able to speak. Already, I can feel another devastatingly powerful orgasm building up.
Colin uses his free hand to yank off my blindfold. At first, I barely even notice: my eyes are already squeezed shut and all of my senses are focused on what Colin is doing to me. When I notice it’s gone, I open my eyes and see Colin is watching me closely.
“Hi,” he says.
“Oh…” is all I can reply. He laughs, then hits a new gear, thrusting harder in both spots. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”
I close my eyes again and let myself drift off into a state of euphoria so deep, I would have thought it only possible on drugs. Each thrust lifts me higher and higher. Even the slight bit of pain from my rear quickly subsides as I get used to the odd intrusion, and then it’s nothing but bliss.
When I run out of breath to scream, I pant with every exhalation. Colin must like the sound, because when I start doing it, I feel a jerk in his cock and he groans almost as loudly as I had been. He goes even faster then, and that’s when I lose it.
Utterly overwhelmed by the sheer ecstasy, I wrap my arms around Colin’s back and howl. He buries his face against my neck, kissing it and moaning my name again and again. By the time I am fully spent, I am catapulted so far into my trance that I can’t tell whether I’ve been rendered senseless, or if I actually lose consciousness.
All I know is I’m happy, and that I never want this moment to end.
—
When I come back to Earth, Colin is standing at the foot of the bed, naked and pouring drinks from a carafe of ice water. I get up slowly, my body exquisitely sore. I drink an entire glass in one go while Colin watches, then pour myself another.
“What are you thinking right now?” he asks, curiosity and amusement in his expression.
“Oh, God,” I mumble. “I guess… if every time is going to be this good… then I’m glad I waited until I met you.”
Colin laughs. “Susie, we’ve barely even scratched the surface. You have so much to try, so much to experience. You have no idea what you’re in for.” He sets down his glass and pulls me into a kiss, then adds, “I’m just lucky I get to be the one who shows it to you.”
I clasp my arms around Colin and hold him tightly. He swallows me up in his embrace, and within it I feel content and safe.
“I feel pretty lucky, too.”