“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes.” My voice thankfully doesn’t give away my uncertainty.
When Barrett starts crawling backward down my body instead of forward, I’m confused. “Where are you going?”
“Between your legs to rectify my mistake.”
“But ah…we were…” His head dips, and then I feel it. His tongue on my… “Oh!”
All other words fail me. I’m suddenly paralyzed from head to toe, unsure how to react. I’ve never been kissed before tonight, so I definitely haven’t ever thought about a man putting his mouth down there.
After Barrett repeats the same fluttering movement with the tip of his tongue over my clit again and again, though, all the tension drains from me. I melt into the mattress, biting my lip to stay quiet as other sounds try to escape.
When his finger wiggles inside of me at the same time his tongue does its thing, I scream, “Oh my god!”
Barrett stops to talk to me, which is the most frustrating thing ever. “You were lying before, weren’t you?”
“Please don’t stop!” I don’t want to talk right now, so I reach down to run my fingers through his hair, urging his mouth closer to my sex until he starts up again.
Pleasurable jolts I’ve never experienced before race all through me. “No wonder my sister…married you…after two months.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know they were wrong ones that I should’ve thought and not spoken. Ones that make Barrett stop abruptly.
He lifts his head from between my legs yet again. “Could we not talk about her right now?”
“Sorry. Please, please keep going.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a smirk before giving me what I need.
The longer it goes on, the more chaotic my body becomes. Just when I think I should tell Barrett to stop before I burst open, it happens.
Something inside of me explodes. My hips buck all on their own. My legs tremble. I make sounds I haven’t heard before. I’ve never felt anything this amazing.
I ride the blissful waves to the end, until my body stops twitching and I’m no longer moaning, just panting, and spent.
“How was that?” it sounds like Barrett asks from somewhere in the room.
“Mmm,” I answer with a smile on my face, eyes still heavy because I’m…euphoric.
I hear his chuckle, followed by, “Now I think you’re ready.”
His palms slide up my arms, which at some point, I threw over my head. I become more alert when his fingers intertwine with mine, holding them down. His damp lips on my neck make me squirm as I feel him position himself between my legs. Unlike before, a few pumps of his hips and he’s sliding inside of me.
I’m so sensitive it feels good and bad all at the same time. Then he shoves a little deeper and…
“Ow.”
“That’s my least favorite word right now.”
I blink open my eyes to look up at his face. “It’s fine. I’m okay. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll go slow.” He begins moving again while watching my face, my reaction.
And while it stings, it’s becoming something different as our lower bodies join over and over again.
While I want to touch him, I’m sort of liking him restraining my arms above my head as he fills me. I roll my hips to try and take more of him. That’s when we find a rhythm, moving together.
“God, you’re so big,” I tell him.
“And you’re so tight. Love the way you feel clenching around me.”
When his thrusts suddenly stagger, Barrett buries his face in my neck and says, “Fuck, Lyla. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
Those words, him telling me the effect I have on him, causes me to shake uncontrollably again. This time is less intense but still just as amazing as before because Barrett is still inside of me, groaning and trembling like it’s good for him too.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Barrett
As soon as my dick is sated by a woman’s body for the first time after a very long drought, I immediately realize that I’m an enormous prick.
I shouldn’t have done that.
I shouldn’t have gotten into bed with Lyla. I shouldn’t have kissed her, or gone down on her, or fuck, taken her virginity. It was so stupid and wrong. Lyla was probably drinking at the wedding reception. I asked her if she was sure, but what if she wasn’t in the right state of mind to be making such an important decision as having sex for the first time? Did I take advantage of her?
Oh, fuck.
Rolling to her side, Lyla runs her fingertips through my chest hair, touching me gently, reverently, when I don’t deserve it. Her red hair is mussed, cheeks rosy with an afterglow. She’s a beautiful, innocent girl, and I’m a dick.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks like she’s reading my mind again.
I consider lying, telling her nothing. But I hate liars. “Truth?” I ask.
She nods and rests her chin on my chest. “Always. Even if it hurts.”
I feel the same way. That’s why I tell her, “I was just wondering if I took advantage of you tonight.”
“I didn’t drink much,” she responds quickly. “If anyone took advantage, it’s me since you had been drinking and were sad about the wedding.”
“You may regret it tomorrow…”
“I don’t regret it. I won’t,” she says confidently. Sitting up on her elbow so she can see my face better, she asks, “Truth?”
“Please.”
“It was so much better than I imagined. That’s because it was with you, someone I trusted. I don’t think it would have felt like that with anyone else,” she says as she flashes me a smile.
My jaw clenched when Lyla just mentioned how she hypothetically could have been having sex with another man while lying next to me. We’re still naked, bodies flushed from when we were together. The last thing I want is to talk or think about her with someone else.
But I have no right to be jealous of that Thane guy who came to the door earlier tonight to make sure she got home safe or any other potential lover. After all, I haven’t forgotten the words Lyla said in the hallway. She made it very clear that this, us, was just for tonight.
It’s a little easier to push aside the thoughts of her with other men for now when I remember that she picked me to be her first. Why did she do that? How did I earn that honor?
“And you trusted me? You barely know me,” I remind her.
“I know, right?” Lyla agrees. “But I do trust you.” Poking her finger to my chest, she says, “You, Barrett Fulton, are a good man. You deserved better than my sister. You helped me tonight and stayed with me because you knew I didn’t want to be alone. You even got stuck in a window trying to sneak in the house! So no, I won’t ever regret losing my virginity to you.”
“You say that now…”
“Let me try to prove it to you?”
“How?” I ask. She goes up on her knees, and her lips come down on my chest, moving lower one torturous kiss at a time. My cock twitches with interest in where she may be headed when I haven’t even had time to take the condom off yet.