Chapter Thirteen
Emma had never been in my bedroom. There had never been a reason before now for her to see it. I had a king-sized bed that I used to share with my wife. Just looking at it with Emma pressed so closely to me, made my heart thump a little harder in my chest. I had to work hard to suppress the feelings of guilt that were threatening to bubble over inside of me.
I was a tidy person so my room was clean, the bed was made, and the linens were fresh. She seemed impressed as we stepped inside the large room. She looked around, seeming to be taking in every detail of my room as if she were entering some sacred shrine or something.
Off to the side was a door that led to a small balcony that overlooked my backyard, and hers as well. I walked over and drew the curtains, not wanting her father or anyone else to witness what I was about to do with her. She sat down on my bed and stared up at me with sweet, innocent blue eyes and a flirtatious smile upon her lips.
“Where should we start?” she asked me.
I'd never had a night of sex start off quite like that – with a question – but I knew she was a virgin, so all of this was new to her. I'd never been with a virgin before honestly, and I felt a little nervous about it. I'd never someone's first, not even the first girl I'd ever been with, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Not to mention, I surely didn't want to hurt Emma.
“Lie back,” I said. “Get comfortable.”
She did as I said, lying back and smiling up at me. She looked nervous, but I could see the absolute desire in her eyes. I fell to my knees on the floor in front of her and lifted up her dress until I could see her pink lacy panties underneath. I took a deep breath in, inhaled the scent of her, and savored it. When when I looked up at her again, it was with a broad smile on my face.
“I want to get you warmed up first,” I said, sliding her panties down her thighs and tossing them over my shoulder.
She nodded, biting her lip as she looked down at me, watching everything I did. Slowly, I moved toward her, settling between her thighs, and laid a soft kiss upon her sensitive lips. She was nervous and trembling, but I felt her body shudder beneath me as my tongue circled her clit. A soft groan escaped her as I pleasured her with my mouth, gently, slowly and with care.
She tasted so sweet as I plunged my tongue into her again and again, savoring her. I'd always enjoyed going down on a woman; everything about it was amazing to me. It had been so long, and God, I hadn't even realized that I'd missed the way a woman tasted, or the way they moved as I worked my tongue around their most sensitive parts, until I had Emma moaning and writhing beneath me.
I sucked on her clit, and she gasped, arching upward with her body.
“Too much?” I asked her.
“No, just right,” she said. “It just surprised me, that's all. It feels amazing.”
I went back to work, eating her delicious little pussy and relishing in her moans and shivers, enjoying every moment of bringing her pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “I think I'm – ”
And that was it. She screamed out my name as her body rocked with pleasure. I kept my pace on her pussy, licking and sucking until her first orgasm eventually subsided. Hearing the sounds she made, the soft, sweet moans, caused my cock to grow even harder in my pants.
When she finished, she stared down at me with flushed cheeks. Her breathing was shallow and ragged and she looked like she didn't quite know what to do with herself.
“Wow. That was better than doing it myself,” she said. “So much better.”
She sat up and kissed my lips, tasting her own juices, her hands undressing me as she went. I helped slip her dress up over her body, exposing her beautiful breasts sheathed in a pink bra that matched her panties.
As I removed her bra, I kissed her and allowed her breasts to fall into my hands. I gave her a salacious look as I took one of her perfect nipples into my mouth, sucking on it as she watched. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as I teased her nipple, doing everything I could to prepare her for what was about to come. She ran her hands through my hair and moaned as I licked and sucked on the tight peaks.
I'd heard the stories about having sex with a virgin – cautionary tales, really. I knew it could be painful for them. She needed to be wet, loose, and ready for it because I didn't want to cause Emma the slightest bit of pain or discomfort.
Emma pulled me on top of her, her impatience showing.
“Please, Marcus, please,” she begged, staring up at me. “I need you. I need you inside of me.”
Then it hit me. “I don't have any condoms. ”
I figured that would be the end of things right there. There was no way I could risk getting her pregnant. She looked up at me, giving me a lascivious little grin.
“I'm on the pill, silly,” she said. “In my purse. I can show you, if you'd like. I got on them months ago, just in case the opportunity arose and I met the right guy. And I trust that you're clean, if you trust me.”
I stopped and gasped, speechless, and not having the power to do anything more than stare down at her as she reached down and took my cock in her hands, stroking the tip. Her eyes grew wide as she felt me, almost as if she was afraid.
“It's bigger than my dildo,” she said with a shy smile. “God, I bet it feels so good. ”
I rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She squealed with delight as she was now on top, staring down at me. She smiled and licked her lips seductively.
“I think it's better to let you have control,” I said. “That way you can go as fast, or as slow, as you need to. I think you should dictate the pace, for your comfort.”
“But I don't know what I'm doing.”
“It's easy,” I reassured her. “And I'll guide you along. Come here.”
I helped lift her up, to position her to where her opening was poised just above me. She wiggled her body down, taking in just the tip. Slowly, she slid down the length of me, taking my cock into her inch by inch. Her eyes were wide and she moaned as I filled her up, sliding in a lot more easily than I initially thought I'd be able to.
God, she was so fucking tight, I wasn't sure I'd last very long.
With my hands on her hips, I helped her down all the way, and once I was sheathed inside of her completely, she started rocking, gently, with my help. The feeling of being inside of somebody so tight was amazing and I grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading her skin. As she moved up and down on my cock, a low growl escaped my throat as a million different sensations washed over me.
A gasp escaped her and she squeezed her eye shut.
“Does it hurt?” I asked her, cringing, afraid she was in pain.
“No, not at all,” she said. “It feels good. Very good. Amazing even. It's the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life.”
“Good,” I said, stroking her hip softly. “I want you to feel good.”