Practicing? He wanted to know when we could start practicing, and I still had to get it through my head he actually said yes in the first place. And not yes, as in I’ll jerk off in a cup to make a baby with you. But yes, as in I want to do everything with you. Want to be here through it all. I wanted that, too. God, did I want it, especially with him.
I didn’t exactly have a whole lot of sexual experience—okay…any, really. That meant I wasn’t sure if I should’ve been as wet as I was simply from the fact that he was all in.
And now he looked at me like I was something to eat—something to devour. I never thought he’d be sexier to me than he’d been standing there in my doorway, all gigantic man intent on making my dreams come true. But now? This? I wanted to climb on and never let go. Wanted to lick him up one side and down the other. Wanted to—
“Dirty fucking thoughts.” With a groan, he wrapped his arms around me and hauled me up against him, one hand gripping my ass, the other cupping my neck. “I can tell by the flush on your chest you’re turned on. Is your pussy wet, baby? Are you ready for me already? I can’t wait to get between your legs. To lick every inch of that sweet pussy and feel you come on my tongue.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a moan John caught between his lips as he crashed them to mine. As he slipped his tongue into my mouth and devoured me. While I hadn’t been on the receiving end of a whole lot of kisses, I was certain I’d been doing it wrong my whole life, because the way he did it… God. It wasn’t just an activity. It was an experience. He put his whole body into the way he kissed me, let me feel every inch of him. And there wasn’t a doubt in my mind every single one of those inches wanted every bit of me.
John pressed me up against a wall and used the hand gripping my ass to tug me closer. To allow me to feel the massive erection between his legs. I couldn’t do anything but throw my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist, grinding myself against him. Wanting to alleviate that delicious ache in my pussy. The one that throbbed in time with his thrusts. I couldn’t think when he did this. Couldn’t think with his hands exploring me and his hard cock thrusting against me and his groans in my mouth. Wondering what would happen next. Wondering what else he could possibly do to soak my panties.
How could I have gone twenty-four years without feeling this kind of connection? Now that I had, I never wanted it to end.
“I feel you grinding your little pussy on me, sweet girl.” He pushed against me, a slow rock of his erection right where I ached for him. “Don’t worry, baby. I know how to treat this pussy right. I’m going to slide nice and deep inside you, going to come so hard and fill you up. But that’ll be after I give you everything else. After I make you come with my fingers and my mouth.” His voice rumbled in my ear, so low and so deep, the near growl reverberated all the way down to my toes. Making me want to fall into him. Fall and never leave. He took my mouth in a kiss, slow…teasing. Quick flicks of his tongue followed by soft nips against my bottom lip. “Where do I get to fuck you for the first time, sweet Em?”
Oh shit. This was totally happening. Not in some far-off sense. Not during a vague someday. Today. Now. As terrified as that made me, especially with his gigantic cock rocking insistently between my legs, I wanted him with a desperation that should’ve been alarming. “Wait…I need to tell you something…”
“So talk, but make it quick. I need you naked so I can get my first taste of your pussy. Need it like a starving man needs a meal.” John moved his lips to my neck, suckling on the sensitive skin. Sending goose bumps all over my flesh. “I’ve been starving for you for so long.”
I moaned, letting my head drop to the side, allowing him more access while letting myself just be in the moment. This wild, amazing, wonderful moment where the best man I knew…the one I’d been halfway in love with for so long…actually wanted me back. And not just wanted me, but had been starving for me.
“Em?”
Right. I needed to talk. “Um, when you say practicing, do you mean…you know? Or just other stuff first?”
He chuckled, his breath fanning across my collarbones, making my nipples tighten. “Fuck, Em. You talk like you’ve never…” Lifting his head, he pulled back enough to stare at me, locking his eyes with mine, his eyebrows raised in question.
“Well, that’s the thing…” I bit my lip before releasing it along with a pent-up breath. Now or never. “I kind of haven’t.”
John froze, his entire body going stiff under my roaming hands as he stared. And stared some more. “Haven’t…what, exactly?”
“Um…everything? Well, most everything. There was that one guy who got to second base in college, but—”
He growled, closing his eyes as he shook his head. “I don’t need the details.”
“Right. Sorry. Well, bottom line is I haven’t…” I tightened my legs around him, grinding my pussy against where he was still so hard for me, the move eliciting a full-body shudder—from both of us. I wanted nothing more than to keep going—keep pressing and rubbing until I finally reached that delicious peak teasing me. But this was important. “My brothers and dad haven’t exactly made dating easy. In high school, all the guys were scared to get within a mile radius of the house. College wasn’t much better since I lived at home. And by that time, I’d sort of already… I’d sort of already set my eyes on someone, and I didn’t want anyone else. So, yeah…you’d be my first.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, too many bottled-up emotions to try to siphon what and how much I told him.
John didn’t say anything—hadn’t even moved since I’d started this whole speech. God, what if he thought I didn’t have enough experience for this? To still do this with me? What if he changed his mind? What if it was some kind of turn-off that he’d have to teach me everything? That he’d have to show me how to please him? Guys liked girls who were more experienced, didn’t they? So they’d know exactly how to suck their cock and what kinds of fancy things to do during sex to make them lose their minds. I had no fancy things to pull from my arsenal. Hell, I had no regular things.
“Is…is that okay? I can… I mean, if you show me what you like, I can—”
“Fuck me,” he said as he dropped his head to my shoulder. “I’m going to be the first man to taste this pussy? The first one to slide inside and make you come on his cock?” He pressed a soft kiss to my neck. Another to the corner of my mouth. “That’s more than okay, sweet girl. It’s a motherfucking wet dream. So long as I’m also the last.”
I melted against him, all the tension I’d been holding evaporating with those few words from his lips. “You want that with me?”
“I want everything with you.” He pressed me into the wall, rotating his hips in a slow grind against me. “And I still need to get you naked.”
“What do you plan to do with me once I am?”
His chest rumbled with a groan, his gaze going dark as he stared at me. As he looked me up and down like he could undress me with his eyes alone. “I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing all this time.”
Sweet Jesus, I couldn’t wait. “The bedroom’s down the hall.”
Without a word, he spun around and carried me toward my bedroom, his fingers creeping toward my pussy until he cupped me from behind. I shuddered, pressing down on his seeking hand.
“The sooner we get you naked, the sooner I get my first taste of this.”
God, just the thought of John’s mouth between my legs was nearly enough to set me off. Nearly enough to have me coming all over him, even through our layers of clothes. I’d dreamt of that, had woken up countless times with John’s image in my mind, his eyes peering up at me from between my legs. And now I’d feel it, would know exactly what it was like to have his lips on my pussy…his tongue stroking my clit.
It seemed he was in as big of a rush as I was, his long strides eating up the space as he carried me down the hall until we stood in my bedroom. He didn’t even pause before he tossed me on the bed, pushed up my skirt, and yanked my panties to the side.
“Hang on to something, baby.”
And then he descended on me. No lead-in. No buildup. No tentative steps for my John. Oh no. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting me up toward his waiting mouth. And then, with one final flick of his eyes up to meet mine, he covered my entire pussy with his mouth and devoured me. Already so on the edge, I didn’t even have time to enjoy the sensation of his tongue on my clit before I was in free fall, my back arched off the bed and his name a prayer on my lips.
“So quick, sweet girl?” He gave one last swipe through my slit, long and slow, the tip of his tongue flicking against my oversensitive clit. “Good. Now let’s get you naked so I can lick you right. I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.”
I could barely blink, could hardly make myself inhale and exhale, but I didn’t need to do anything. John stripped me, yanking off each article of clothing until I lay bare before him, my body outstretched on white sheets. And then he stared, a clear war going on behind those eyes. He looked at me like he both wanted to drop to his knees and worship me, and also wanted to completely wreck me—work me until I could hardly breathe and then start all over again.
And the scary thing was, I wanted it all. “Do it. Whatever you want, John. Do everything to me.”
“You’re not ready for everything. Not yet.” He bent down and sank his teeth into my inner thigh, hard enough to make me gasp and jerk against him. “But I’ll get you there.”
This time, when he put his mouth on me, he did it slowly. Languidly. Like he had all the time in the world. Like we weren’t both aching to feel him fill me up. Like we weren’t both ready to burst in anticipation. He caressed me with his lips and his hands and his tongue, not leaving a body part untouched. When he finally got to where I was so desperate and needy for him, so swollen and soaked, he gripped the backs of my thighs, pushed my legs up to my chest, and held me open.
“Gorgeous, so wet and pink for me.” He ran one hand down my thigh to my pussy, spreading me wide and slipping his thumb inside. “I’m going to murder this pussy with my cock, baby. And you’re going to love every second of it.”
And then he made me see stars. He covered me with his mouth, his tongue fluttering against my clit. He licked and sucked and blew against me, eventually bringing his hand into play. And God, when he sank a thick finger inside me, followed by another, I could do nothing but press my head back into the pillows and groan, rocking my hips up toward his hand. Aching from the fullness already inside me, while at the same time yearning for more. Something bigger and deeper. Him.
“Want you inside me so bad. Want to feel you.”
“Let me take care of you like a man should. Hang on to me and let me do you right before we get to the fucking, sweet girl.”
When he curled his fingers inside me and suctioned on to my clit, I couldn’t do anything but what he asked. I gripped his hair between my fingers and held him to me, grinding against his fluttering tongue as I came with a scream. As I arched and panted and begged to God for the feeling to never end.
If sex felt this good and we hadn’t even gotten to the main event, I had no idea how I’d survive. But as John pulled away, his heated eyes connecting with mine from between my legs, his lips shiny from what he’d done to me, I knew I was about to find out.