11.
Lucy
I could feel the heat of Eddie’s body above me, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. I was still not quite back, but felt instead like I was floating in a happy bubble. It frightened me that if I opened my eyes, that bubble would burst and I would see something unbearable written across Eddie’s face, like disgust, or anger, or pity.
If he pitied me I knew I wouldn’t survive. It would be too much for my body to take, too many conflicting emotions. It was bad enough that he felt he needed to go down on me. The fact he even put his face where he did just shows what a kind and selfless friend he is. But I had grabbed him! I had pushed him in between my legs shamelessly as if I were trying to suffocate him. I wouldn’t blame him if he never wanted to speak to me again.
I fully expected him to have been disgusted with my behavior, or angry that I had made him do that. But what would be worse would be if he could see how desperate I had felt and pitied me for it. He’d already called me desperate once that evening and I didn’t want him to know how right he was. I was sure normal, experienced women, like the sort he was used to, wouldn’t grind their twats into his face.
Even as he peppered my body with kisses, the guilt and mortification became too much. I had to say something.
“Eddie?”
“Yes, dear.”
I racked my brain for the right words and although I was sorry, it didn’t seem to be enough. The way he was talking to me, and touching me so gently just made me even more grateful. There was really only one thing I could say. “Thank you.”
At the sound of his low chuckle I dared to open my eyes. Eddie was hovering above me, his face close to mine, his dark brown eyes sparkling with laughter.
“Did you just thank me for your orgasm?” He was grinning from ear to ear as I stared up at him. “You put me to shame Lucy Frost. Where are my manners? I didn’t thank you for the blowjob you so kindly bestowed upon me.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. So many emotions were flowing through me in a way I could never have expected, and the man who had put them there was smiling down at me like some magnanimous deity. That’s how he felt to me, god-like.
His smile changed as he watched me, and he lowered himself down onto my naked body. “Or perhaps you were thanking me because you thought we were done?” The movement of his hips brought with it a keen awareness of his weighty erection, pinned between my body and his. Not as hard as it had been earlier, but definitely getting that way. “Did you think I’d finished having my wicked way with you?”
He rubbed his nose along the underside of my jaw and I couldn’t help but arch into him. He knew how to play my body perfectly and make it sing. I still felt sensitive from the way he had worked my breasts and the amazing things he had done with his tongue and yet somehow this tender gesture had me wanting more.
I reached between us, stroking his long shaft, remembering how it had felt on my tongue and in my mouth. Remembering how I had rendered him speechless. He’d told me that I was incredible, but I knew that he was just being kind. I had no experience, none at all. It had all been about instincts. My every move had been dictated by either my own foolish curiosity, or an uncontrollable desire to please him. Sometimes it was even a combination of the two. I watched his face. I watched the way he reacted to what I was doing. The slight tightening of a muscle here, or twitch or groan there and I knew what I wanted to do, what I wanted to try next. He’d been right; it was like charades.
I continued to stroke him as he kissed my neck and my shoulder, rubbing his chest hair against my tightening nipples. He made me feel so warm and wanted and sexy and aroused I didn’t want to let him go. Which is why when he drew back I suddenly felt so cold and bereft.
“This isn’t right,” he muttered to himself as he moved off me, probably not even aware I could hear him. Once he was standing over me, he offered me his hand. “I’m so sorry, Luce.”
Humiliation hit me like a dagger to my chest. Of course he’d changed his mind. It made perfect sense. Where moments earlier I felt so desired, I now felt vulnerable and very aware of my nudity. Eddie may have been naked too, his trousers tangled around his ankles, but there was something so impressive about his nakedness that he could wear it with pride. His magnificent cock certainly helped with that and he had the body to match. I was too tall, there was too much of me, too much flesh that was too pale and so covered in moles I was amazed he’d even wanted to touch me in the first place.
When I didn’t move he leaned further forward to grip my hand and pulled me to standing. He stroked the side of my face with such tenderness I was sure that pity was soon to follow. Or maybe he wanted to help me and was genuinely sorry that he couldn’t bring himself to actually fuck me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him but I felt his sigh on my forehead and saw the movement of his chest.
“I keep forgetting this is your first time, and there I was about to screw you on the floor. You deserve better than that. You deserve better than carpet burns and a quickie.” One of his hands ran through my hair and I heard a smile in his voice as he said, “There’s something about you that makes me forget things.”
He kicked off his trousers and boxers before taking my hand and leading me to the side of his bed. Waving his free arm over the navy blue bedspread he said, “It’s not as fancy as I’d like it to be for you, no rose petals or anything like that, but I hope you will still find the experience memorable.”
I stared at the bed as I tried to make sense of what was going on. Honestly, I hadn’t even noticed we were on the floor. It had felt so right, so passionate, that as long as it was private I didn’t mind. But something about the bed made me tense. This was it. It was actually happening. I wanted to cry. From fear or relief I wasn’t sure. But I could feel it all bubbling inside of me.
“Unless… unless you’ve changed your mind.”
For the first time since I’d stood up I looked at Eddie’s face. The apprehension in his eyes made him look less like the sexy man/god who had pinned me down moments before, and more like a schoolboy nervous of his test score.
Instinctively I let go of his hand and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting one hand tangle in his hair while the other swung down across his firm, strong back. “Thank you, Eddie,” I murmured and then brushed his lips with mine. His arms wrapped around me in return as I continued. “You’re so kind, and so thoughtful and just down right wonderful. Thank y-”
He stopped my lips with his before I could finish, walking me backwards until I fell onto the bed with him on top of me. He leaned over my body as I kissed his chest, loving the way his chest hair tickled my lips, and returned holding a condom. My breaths were erratic and my heart was pounding in my chest as he spoke. “I’m going to put this on now because if and when you’re ready I want to be ready. If at any time you want to stop, just say so. We are not going to do anything you don’t want to. Alright?”
He stood up and tore open the packet, sheathing himself quickly, his eyes not leaving my naked body. Although I was no stranger to pleasuring myself, I’d never been brave enough to use any kind of toy. Until that day, the largest things that had been near my entrance were my fingers. Watching Eddie put on the condom I was overwhelmed. His dick stood so proudly, so long and strong and… intimidating. I had no idea how it was going to fit and the thought curiously didn’t frighten me as much as I thought it should have. The burst of adrenaline and desire that coursed through me didn’t leave room for much else.
As soon as he was in reach I pulled him down on top of me, my lips desperately seeking his. His fingers stroked my pubic hair before gently trailing across my vulva. Too gently. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted Eddie. I wanted him inside me. I wanted… I wanted…
I thrust my hips towards him and he took the hint, strumming me with his fingers. He groaned. “You’re so wet and so ready for me. Are you ready for me, Luce?”
I loved that he was using my nickname and had stopped calling me baby. I felt like one of his women when he called me baby. But Luce was what he always called me. Only he called me Luce, and it felt so right.
“I want you, Eddie.”
“You have me. What do you want me to do, Luce? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Give me your cock.” He was rubbing the head of his shaft at my entrance, working me up into a frenzy.
I looked up into his eyes, as he grinned at me. “Only if you promise to rate it higher than a seven.” He winked.
My laughter turned into a groan as he entered me slowly. The stretch was painful, but the good kind of painful. My breath was coming out in pants and I could feel the sweat on my brow. I wasn’t aware that I’d closed my eyes until he stopped moving and I heard him say my name. “Luce? Lucy, are you alright?”
I opened my eyes, and tried to focus on his face. Even without my glasses I could see his concern. I grinned at him. “6.5” I murmured, delighted when he grinned back.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to a competitive man,” he growled. “There’s no telling what they’d do to get a perfect ten.”
“You’d better shut me up then.”
His mouth crashed down into mine with more pent up emotion than I had felt before. I had thought the reason he’d stopped moving into me was because he was already fully inside me. I certainly felt full to bursting in the most magnificent way. It wasn’t until he started moving again and kept pushing forward that I realised he was barely halfway in.
Maybe my first time should have been with someone smaller. But there’s no way anyone else would have been that much fun. In his way, Eddie was proving to me once more that he was one of a kind.