Chapter Twenty-Eight

Harper

“Your – first?” he asks, his eyes widen slightly.

I nod and bite my bottom lip, suddenly worried about telling him that. But, it's probably not like he's not going to know. And besides, he's been so honest with me, I owe it to him to be honest. That doesn't stop the flood of embarrassment that floods my body following that confession though. And the way he looks at me, with so much concern and uncertainty, only adds to my embarrassment.

“I – I'm sorry,” I say, tears welling in my eyes. “I don't – we don't –”

He pulls me into his strong arms and embraces with nothing but care and compassion. I look up and he wipes away the tears that rolled down my cheeks with his thumb. His smile is warm, genuine, and his eyes are filled with something that takes my breath away – love.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Harper,” he says softly. “I'm honored – truly honored – that you want me to be your first. It's a big deal and I just want you to be sure.”

The only thing I wanted for my first time was for it to be with somebody I care about and for it to be special. And honestly, the last few days have been nothing but special to me. I've never felt so well cared for, so well treated, and valued so much as I have while I've been with Rob. All the boxes I've wanted checked for my first time have been checked.

He's never been anything but a perfect gentleman and has gone out of his way to make me feel – well – special. And that kiss on the Ferris wheel last night – it was at that moment I knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt – that I wanted to give myself to him. I wanted to be with him. Needed to be with him. More than anybody I've ever wanted to be with somebody in my life.

I'm coming to care for Rob in ways I never thought possible. Ways I certainly didn't think possible when I first came to stay at his house. But, he's shown me the kind of man he really is. And that man has really moved something within me. He's made some pieces of the puzzle inside of me, I never realized were even missing, fall into place.

I used to question my feelings for Landon, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that he wasn't somebody I could truly love as deeply as I want to love. And I knew he could never love me back as deeply as I want to be loved. I care for Landon, but over the last few days, I've come to realize just how shallow those feelings are.

With Rob, it's something entirely different. Something entirely genuine. And something I'm starting to realize runs profoundly deep inside of me. Something that is so powerful, it scares me. But something that feels so amazing, I want to cling to it tighter. And never let it go.

“I'm sure,” I say, my voice trembling. “I'm more sure that I want to be with you than anything else in my life right now.”

He kisses my forehead gently, holds me tighter. His cock, so thick and hard, still presses against me and feeling it ignites those fires inside of me once more. Rob presses his mouth to mine, our kiss starting off slowly and gently, but it quickly grows in intensity.

The feeling of having his mouth on my most intimate parts, the way he licked and sucked on me, the way his fingers felt inside of me, makes those fires within me burn higher and brighter. I'm soaking wet and feel my juices sliding down my thighs.

Rob kisses my neck and slides his tongue down to my chest, circling his tongue around my nipples. I shudder and sigh with pleasure as he licks one, taking it into his mouth and sucks on it gently. His movements are slow, almost halting. It's as if he's afraid he's going to hurt me.

I force him to look into my eyes and smile. “I'm not going to break,” I say. “I promise.”

He smiles back at me and plants a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “I know.”

He pulls me to him, his hard cock pressing into me. I slide my hands down and quickly unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Reaching into his boxers, I take hold of his cock and grip it tightly. He moans as I start to move my hand up and down his shaft. His pants slide down his legs, pooling around his feet and he kicks them off, along with his shoes.

I marvel at the length and thickness of his rod, a flutter of nervousness rippling through me as I wonder if he's going to fit. My first thought is that he's so much larger than the toys I've used. Squeezing his cock tighter, I move my hand up and down his shaft, stroking him and watch as he leans his head back and moans softly.

The fragrance of the hundreds of roses in the garden surrounding us is thick in the air and the shafts of sunlight that filter through the gazebo warm my skin. I couldn't have come up with a more romantic, more special way to lose my virginity than this if I'd tried.

I picture him in his darkened office that day – the day he'd masturbated while watching me at the pool. The image of it gets me hotter and wetter and I tighten my grip, jerking him off harder – just the way I imagined him doing it. Rob gasps and moans my name and I feel like I'm going to explode right then and there.

Giving him a smile, I slowly sink to my knees, but Rob surprises me by standing me back up again. There is a look of absolute and desperate need in his eyes.

“I need to be inside of you, Harper,” he says, his voice husky. “I need to be inside of you now.”

I give him what I hope is a sultry little smile. “I'm yours.”

He pulls me to him and kisses me, the fire and heat in his kiss making me feel lightheaded. He quickly unwraps the condom and slides it on, then takes a seat on the bench. Rob pulls me to him and pushes my skirt up around my waist as I sit down on his lap, straddling him.

He runs his hands through my hair as he kisses me. All the while, the head of his cock is rubbing against the warm, wet center of me. I move my hips, rubbing him against my clit and shudder as a wave of pleasure comes crashing down over me. I lean my forehead against his as I reach down between my legs and take hold of his cock.

Gripping it firmly, I rub it on my clit again, moaning softly as I tremble and shake. Slowly, I slip the head of his thick rod between the velvety folds of my most intimate parts. A flutter of nervous butterflies batters my insides as I slide myself down on him, taking his thick rod into me inch by inch.

“Go slowly,” he says, his eyes locked on mine.

I do as he says, but as I move him deeper inside of me, it doesn't stop the initial pinch of pain that surges within me – a surge of pain that leaves me gasping. I lean my forehead against his, riding out the wave of pain that washes over me as he fully sheaths himself inside of me. My eyes are squeezed shut, my teeth gritted, and my body is tense.

“Try to relax,” he says softly. “Try to loosen up your body.”

Easier said than done – he's not the one who feels like he's got fiery needles sticking into his most sensitive areas. But I try to do what he says. I concentrate on relaxing my muscles and slowly, the pain begins to fade. And as the pain fades and eventually, disappears altogether, I'm overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure that fills me. I shudder and gasp as something that can only be described as pure bliss, pure ecstasy, takes hold of my body.

“Move at your own pace, Harper,” he says. “You're in control.”

The pleasure burning inside of me is so intense that my first instinct is to ride him hard and fast. But, I know that he's right and I should start off slowly, let my body adjust to the feelings I'm experiencing. It feels so good though.

I move myself up and down on him, taking him deep within me. I'm so wet that he slides in easily enough, but he's so long and thick that he fills me up completely. I grab hold of his shoulders, and as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me, I dig my nails into him, drawing a hiss from his lips. I quickly lean forward and kiss him, forcing my tongue into his mouth.

Rob's hands slide down my body, drifting from my hips and then down to my ass, and he gives me a firm squeeze. Overcome by the hunger and desire that grips my body, I move on Rob's cock harder. Faster. I thrust myself up and down, crying out as I impale myself again and again.

I grip the back of his head, pulling his hair as he takes my breasts into his hands and mouth while I ride him. I have a sensation like I'm freefalling in the pit of my stomach as I bounce myself up and down on his hard rod, calling his name as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.

Rob's jaw is clenched and his eyes are squeezed shut. His face is red and his breathing is labored. I force him to open his eyes and look up at me.

“You're so tight, Harper,” he gasps. “You feel so amazing.”

I kiss him again, picking up my pace even more. I know he's not going to last much longer and feeling the pressure building up low within me, I know that I'm not going to either. I thrust my breasts into his face again, forcing him to suck on me as I throw my head back, moving up and down on him as fast and hard as I can.

A moment later though, he lets out a strangled gasping sound and I feel his cock throbbing inside of me. He calls my name and I feel him erupt, filling the condom with his seed. Feeling his rod pulsing within me though, pushes me over the edge and I cling to him as I moan, my body feeling like a live wire is being held to my skin as my orgasm grips me.

We cling to each other, our hearts racing, our breathing ragged. I look down at him, a wide smile on my face.

“That – was amazing,” I say.

Rob places a soft kiss on my lips, a look of almost reverence on his face. “Yes, it was,” he says softly. “You are amazing.”

With his arms around me, Rob pulls me into a tight embrace. My body is as awash in sensation as my mind is in thoughts and emotions. And I can't even begin to sort through it all right now.

For the moment, I'm just content to cling to Rob's strong body, to enjoy the special moment we just shared.