And it felt good.

Charlotte

All my life when I thought about losing my virginity the words adoration and worship never came to mind. I imagined it would be scary and maybe a little painful at first but with time it would get better. Every woman I’ve ever talked to about it described it that way.

That is not what I am experiencing right now, not even close.

Beau Hill is worshiping me, adoring my body, devouring me with a kind of reverence I had no idea existed in the bedroom.

My orgasms have always been my own, produced by my hand or a vibrator, but no more. Beau has made good on his promise to make me scream his name, three times so far and he hasn’t even taken my virginity yet.

There are a million things that have kept me from having sex until today. First and foremost was the fear that I would give my virginity to the wrong man, followed by when, why and where. Not to be outdone by what if I don’t feel different? What if I do feel different? What if I feel guilty? What if it’s not memorable? Will he still respect me and finally, what if my expectations aren’t met.

Beau obliterated every single one of my worries with his confidence, his generous hands and mouth and his take-charge dominance. For instance right now I am lying on my back spread out for him like a gourmet meal ready to come for the fourth time, before noon on a Tuesday.

When it hits me I almost cry from the intensity. How much of this can I take before the main event takes place? Is this how it always is with him? I’ve heard people do this every day, how can that be possible? Unless Beau is amazing and different and special and I suspect that he is all of those things and more.

“Beau, please, god please…” My plead doesn’t go unheard, his magical tongue does this thing that I can’t come close to describing and I lose my mind gripping the sheets and arching my back off the bed.

“Yes, Beau god yes don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t, until my body relaxes and I’m lying like a wet noodle under him panting and satisfied.

I open my eyes when I feel him slide up my body and find him smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

“You like?”

“Oh my god Beau, I love. You know I do.” He has asked me this after every orgasm he’s given me, and each time if feels more intimate, more meaningful.

“I want to be inside of you so fucking bad. Are you sure you still want to do this today?”

“Um, yes, never surer in my life.”

“Good girl.” He kisses the hollow of my neck and rolls off the bed leaving me missing the warmth of his body.

It doesn’t take long to find out that the reason he left me chilly is the same thing that will heat me back up. He reaches into the bedside table for a condom and drops his boxers revealing what I have been feeling pressed against me through that thin material all morning and oh my god it’s impressive.

He is glorious with clothes on, ridiculously beautiful in boxers, but naked, this man is a God. Working a ranch from sun up to sun down means there is no need for cowboys to have gym memberships. If anyone ever doubted that, one look at Beau naked would put those doubts to rest forever.

I watch his skilled fingers roll the condom on his long thick cock and panic seizes me. This is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, the thing I’ve been stressing about and saving for that one special man since puberty. The moment I lose my virginity.

Beau senses my panic, I don’t know how he does it but he does. He pulls back the comforter and points to the space between the sheets. I roll into the spot and he slides in behind me spooning around my body.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of you know.”

“I don’t know, I’ve never known remember?”

“I do, I’ve thought of nothing else since you told me. You can stop anytime you want. This doesn’t have to happen today.” He nuzzles his face into my damp hair and kisses my neck and I melt against him.

“No, I want it to be today. I had a moment when you weren’t touching me but it’s over, I’m ready, I’m sure.”

“Good, I’m glad because I can safely say I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now.” He sucks my earlobe between his lips and gently bites down. Distracted by the sensation I don’t realize he is turning me to face him until I’m looking into his dark blue fully dilated eyes. I’ve always wondered what bedroom eyes looked like, now I know.

He tucks my hair behind my ear and slides his hand under the covers. I feel his fingers behind my knee as he pulls it up over his hip until the tip of his length is touching my soaking wet entrance.

I inhale a deep breath and prepare to hold it until the worst is over, but he senses my tension and pauses until I breathe again.

“Relax baby, I’ve got you.” His voice is deep and convincing and very effective. In seconds my arms are around his neck, my fingers are laced into his damp hair and my lips are on his tasting myself for the first time.

He reaches between us and guides his cock between my folds stroking me up and down with his soft head until I push against him arching my back, begging him to enter.

The roar of my pulse drowns out anything he might be saying when he slides into me for the first time and amazingly it is perfectly perfect. I am so primed, so wet and ready that this first penetration is pain free. I love the feeling of being full of him, connected, one with him. When he pushes all the way into me root deep, I gasp, not from pain, but relief.

All the worrying I’ve done was for naught. He handled me like a professional virginity thief making sure the experience would be nothing but pleasure filled. Beau is not only a physically fit god, but a fucking sex god, literally he is a fucking, sex, god.

He whispers in my ear, “You like?” and I moan “I love,” while he pulls back and reenters again slowly, carefully, exactly the way I need it to be.

“Look at me Charlotte.” He says slipping his hand under my chin to tilt my face to his. “I want to see this. I want to watch you come for the first time with me buried deep inside of you. Tell me what you want baby, tell me what you need. Do you want it like this?” he says pushing incredibly deep. “Yes.”

“How about like this?” He slides out and thrusts into me hard and fast taking my breath away. “Yes, yes.”

“Does this feel good?” he asks circling his hips while he begins a slow rhythm. “Oh god yes.” I close my eyes and let my head fall back but he wasn’t kidding about wanting to watch.

“Eyes here Charlotte, don’t take your eyes off of me.” I do as I’m told, happily giving him my eyes while he does new and wonderful things to my body.

I’m not sure when but at some point he rolled on top of me. My legs are wrapped around his hips and my ankles are crossed behind his ass pushing, encouraging him to go deeper with every thrust. With our eyes locked he glides in and out building the pace until neither of us can hold back any longer.

“Charlotte, this time you need to come with me.” I don’t know how he is talking, I’m out of breath panting and in such a state of euphoria there is no way I could verbally communicate so I nod.

I grip his sculpted shoulders and dig my short fingernails into his flesh and we lose control at the exact same time. He roars my name followed by a long loud growl but I’m not sure what’s coming out of my mouth.

I could be yelling his name or maybe oh god, or holy shit, but nothing can adequately describe what I’m feeling in this moment. My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, the pop rocks in my tummy have turned into dust and my skin tingles like a mild electrical shock pulsating from my core outward to my limbs.

When we have come down from the highest high Beau collapses on top of me panting and smiling against my neck, I know because I can feel it.

“Was it everything you’d hoped for?”

I nod.

“Do you want to do it again?”

I nod again.

“Good, so, you like?”

My brain remembers finally how to form words, but just barely, which is okay because I only need two.

“I love,” I whisper and we proceed to snuggle, order room service and do it again and again until I don’t know how I’m going to find the strength to stay awake for the flight home.