She panted a little as she ground her body into him. “If there’s a chance it’ll only happen once, I need it to be all the way. This …” She gave a hard, glorious stroke of his cock. “I need this.”
“You’ll get it,” he said on a groan. “You’ll get it so deep, sweetheart, but you can trust me here. I know what I’m doing.”
“That’s good. I need that. Someone who knows.” There was a slight melancholy about that statement. She’d really been screwed over when it came to sex.
“Okay for me to touch you?”
She nodded.
“Get you wet? Or wetter?”
Another nod, accompanied by a gasp as he circled that taut bundle of nerves with his index finger. As a left-hander, he usually stroked a woman with his dominant hand. But having to switch had him thinking on her pleasure more. No rote moves here, all delicious intention.
Continuing, he focused on listening to her body. Before, he’d partaken of the buffet on offer without too much heed to the nuances. If you lick it, she will come. Now, he needed to ensure she was getting the best experience, no rock of sensation left unturned.
Eventually it became too much for her, and her eyes fluttered closed. After a couple of minutes, she made a keening sound and froze, her face overcome with a pleasurable agony he knew very well. Shudders followed while she came down on a long exhale.
“Oh, wow,” she said, her forehead leaning against his.
“I think you’re relaxed now.”
A dreamy smile touched her lips. “Very. But you can’t be. This must be torture for you.” She moved her wet pussy along the length of his cock. Up, then down.
“You’re a quick learner, Tequila Girl.”
“And now I want to graduate.” Lifting her body, she hovered over him and took him in hand, nudging his cockhead against her opening. “Is this alright?”
“Fuck, yes.” Just the sight of her notching him into place, where he needed to be, had him leaking. “Don’t stop.”
She took him inside her a couple of inches then halted.
He groaned, needing to keep going, but this was her show. Her timetable.
“You okay?” she whispered.
“Never better,” he gritted out. True and not true.
She sank down, gloving more of him but still not enough. So tight, her muscles working to pull him deep. He wasn’t exactly shrimping it in the dick department, and suddenly he was worried that he might be too much for her.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head, then rocked up in a sensuous slide that trip-wired every nerve ending in his body. Then she stroked down again until he was seated all the way inside her.
Fuck, so good.
Grasping her ass, he encouraged her to ride him into a steady rhythm while her gorgeous tits bounced close to his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Encouraged, she continued sliding up and down, with each stroke pulling him deeper and gripping him harder. Watching her expressions as he fucked her was a revelation. A combination of softness and pride, like she’d finally figured out what it was all about.
He was so glad to give it to her.
That familiar sizzle was building in his balls with an added spark of “fuck yeah, I’ve missed this.” But there was something else. Something new.
Not just for Pepper.
He’d promised that this wouldn’t be a one-shot deal for her, so he thumbed between her folds and found her clit. There it was, that perfect shimmy, and this time, he was inside her, so it felt amazing as her muscles milked him, triggering his release and wringing every last drop from him.
Jesus.
She slumped against him, or maybe he slumped against her. Either way, they were collapsed in a joint heap of sated pleasure. Her chin rested on his shoulder, and he stroked her hair while feathering light kisses at her temple.
“How we doing?”
A little moan of satisfaction was his reward. She burrowed into his neck more, then shot up suddenly.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I should have asked if it was good for you.”
He chuckled. “Sure, that’s nice of you, but you aren’t obliged to ask. You could, like all guys, assume it was amazing.”
She grinned. “You mean, assume I’m so damn good at The Sex that afterglow check-ins are unnecessary?”
“Exactly. I asked if you were okay because it was your first time, but really I don’t care. I’m a guy, and like all guys, I’m a hundred percent positive that I rocked my girl’s world.”
Her grin stretched wider. “Hell, she’s lucky to even get a look at your dick, never mind touch it.”
“True, the lady is blessed,” he agreed, which sent them both into a laughing fit. After a couple of moments, they quietened down and settled into looking at each other. Her cheeks were a rosy blush, her eyes a burnished gold, those lips of hers still pink from his kisses.
“Seriously though, how are you?”
There was that gorgeous smile, still shy but a lot more knowing. I did that for her. “I’m wondering what all the fuss was about.”
He swatted her ass. “Oh, are you now?”
Her giggle lit up the room. “Yeah. I mean sex is good and all, but—”
He kissed her again, drawing her in deep. “But?”
“But nothing. I don’t want to joke about it. Thank you.”
“Any time.” He blinked as a movement caught his attention over her shoulder. “So, don’t look now, but we have company.”
A statement guaranteed to make anyone look. She squealed with joy on seeing the damn chipmunk peeking in through the window.
“Chester, you naughty boy! Cover your eyes.”
And you know something, Chester did as he was told.
23
After a shower, because sex without a condom was sort of sticky, Pepper checked out her body in the mirror. Fully devirginized at last.
She erupted in a naughty giggle. So that was what it was all about. She had sort of hoped she could shrug and think “whatever.”
That it wouldn’t feel so important. That she wouldn’t feel so different.
But it did. She did.
Of course she could never tell Bast that. He’d think she was clingy or wanted a relationship, neither of which applied here. It was just nice to have it over with without feeling like she’d had it over with. He’d been so patient, so in tune with what she needed. Her hope was that she’d given him something in return. She had the impression he was in a weird place with his injury and career, and that sex helped him feel closer to the god he assumed he was.
Her phone buzzed with a text from … oh my God.
Kent
You okay?
She shot a quick look around, searching out cameras. Did her ex know that she’d finally thrown off the shackles of her virginity, a job he was incapable of doing because cheating in his sport was more important than the woman he’d supposedly loved?
Kent
I saw what happened in Chicago. Just checking in. Here if you need to talk.
More likely he’d seen the new bout of negative publicity, and he was worried she’d feel an urge to be more vocal in her own defense. These hockey players were something else.