“So many follow-up questions, Annie.” I shook my head at her, still holding her firmly in my arms. “One question at a time.”
She squirmed a little in my lap, growing self-conscious. Hand on my chest, she added, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I'm just curious.”
“Yes, I know you're curious about me. But for tonight, I've fulfilled my end of the bargain.” Trailing a finger along her arm, my other hand wrapped securely along her waist, I murmured, “Now it's time to fulfill your end.”
Her fingers clutched at my chest and she looked up anxiously. I kissed her forehead, reaching my fingers beneath her chin and tilting up her lovely face. Taking her lips with mine, I leaned into her, savoring her taste, relishing how she opened up to me as she parted her lips and moaned into my mouth. I kissed my way up her cheek over to her ear, sucking on her sensitive lobe. “Don't you know there's nothing to be afraid of?”
“I’ve never...” She twisted in my grasp, inadvertently rubbing her plump ass along my lap. My cock pushed hard against my jeans, wanting in on the action. It took all the restraint I had not to grab her hips and thrust her down over it, positioning my hard shaft right between her thighs. But with Annie, I needed to go slow. She was shy and scared, and I needed to coax her out.
“I know you've never done this.” I assured her with the gentleness of my touch, caressing her lower back, her hip and leg. “I’m glad I'm going to be your first. I'm going to make you feel so good.”
“Ian.” Her voice sounded slightly breathy as she called out my name, some of her anxiety still there but now clearly mingling with arousal.
“Let me show you how good it can feel.” I trailed my fingers up and down her inner thighs still in her jeans. Instinct prompted her to part her legs, giving me access. “You feel so good, Annie.” She sighed pretty against my chest, and I could feel her relaxing into my touch. One hand still firmly at her side, keeping her where I wanted, I slowly inched my fingers up. Would she be wet?
Slowly, gently, I swept two fingers along the seam of her jeans. She gasped, twisting in my grip, so sensitive and nervous. “Shh, it's okay,” I soothed her, nuzzling into her hair, kissing her temple. “Relax.”
Her chest rose and fell against me with her breathing, quick and excited. I brought my fingers to the button of her jeans and undid it, then slid down the zipper. Slipping my fingers inside and down to her panties, I slid down to press at her center. The silk was damp and warm to the touch. I hissed with satisfaction. My innocent virgin wanted me, wanted this.
“You're wet,” I murmured into her ear, stroking where she'd soaked through her panties. She panted, her hand at my chest clutching me. Starting into a slow rhythm, I circled and stroked her through her panties, and got my reward as she parted her thighs more, tilting her head back and moaning.
Leaning down to her throat, I sucked and licked her warm, soft skin. “You feel so good.” She moaned again, twisting on my lap with need. “Now I'm going to touch you where it feels even better. But I need you to take off your jeans.”
I helped her up to standing and slid her jeans down her ample hips. She watched me do it through half-lidded eyes. Once they were off, I settled her back to my lap. Running my palms up and down her bare thighs, she felt better than I'd ever imagined, so smooth and creamy. The little sighs and moans she made drove me wild.
“You feel like heaven,” I whispered, returning my fingers to the top of her panties. “I need to touch you.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, panting into my chest.
With a growl, I pulled her panties down her thighs, stripping them off her in an instant. I groaned as I pressed my fingers directly to her slick, glistening pussy. She was so wet, dripping with arousal, her clit flushed and swollen. She trembled in my lap, her thighs quivering, every inch of her body ripe and needy.
I forced myself to go slow, gentle, stroking her where she needed it, right where she was most sensitive. I wanted to ram a finger up inside of her deep, plunging it in where I knew she'd take me slick and hot. But I held back. This was her first time. I didn't want her to feel even a moment of discomfort. I wanted everything about it to be perfect. I could tell from the little sounds she made, soft grunts, little needy mews as she pushed against my fingers, tilting her hips so she could get more, she was drawing close.
“You feel that, baby?” My strokes grew faster, more pressure on her clit. “See how good that feels?”
“Uh, Ian, wait!” She pressed her hand to my chest, pushing into me with her hips, greedy for more even as she nervously asked me to slow down.
“Let go,” I told her. “I've got you, Annie. Let go.”
She cried out as I worked her clit in a quick rhythm. I felt her tensing and shuddering, her hips bucking forward into my hand as she started to cum.
“That's it, baby, cum for me. Show me how good you cum for me.”
“Yes, Ian, yes!” Mouth open, eyes closed, she looked as if she were drowning in deep, pure pleasure. I'd never seen anything so gorgeous. I milked her, riding out the waves of her orgasm, breathing in her response and making it last as long as I could.
“So beautiful, Annie.” I kissed her cheeks and lips, her throat. Holding her pressed close to my chest, I took my fingers from buried in her pussy and brought them to my lips. She looked up and watched, dazed, as I licked off her slick arousal.
I groaned. “You taste so good. I can't wait to make you cum in my mouth.”
“That was...” Breathless, she brought her hand to her forehead, her eyes wide. “I've never...”
I kissed her again, enjoying leaving her at a loss for words. “I told you it would be more intense with me.”
“I am so...” She trailed off again, and I could tell she felt drowsy. My cock practically hammered through my jeans, but I knew the way to win this race was not to rush to the finish. I needed to take it slow, no matter how much it felt like it would kill me. The urge to take her, drive into her, pulsed through my veins.
Instead, I helped her stand up, actually assisting her in pulling on her jeans. It went against every instinct I had. Frankly, wearing any clothes with a body like hers was criminal. But we'd build up to that.
I stood, holding her in an embrace. I didn’t want to say it, but I forced myself to. “You should probably get to bed.”
She nodded, bringing her hand to her forehead again, a beautiful pink flush on her cheeks. “Good night Ian.”
“Good night, Annie.”
I knew it would be a long night for me. My cock needed attention, but it was only going to get my hand. For now. Seduction took time, and that was what I was going to give Annie. I could be patient, educating her about her own needs, until she was ready for much more.
9
Annie
What in the hell had just happened to me? My legs felt all wobbly and warm. I had to grip the handrail as I climbed up the stairs, needing it for stability and support.
Was that what an orgasm was supposed to feel like? It felt like my head had exploded into tiny little stars, or like a volcano had erupted inside of me, but neither of those worked because that imagery was much too violent. What I’d just felt had been so delicious, so dreamy and eye-rollingly marvelous I couldn’t begin to describe it. Better than the best food I’d ever tasted. It made the puny little orgasms I’d been giving myself seem anemic and weak.
What had I been missing all these years? I’d fooled around with men before, not many and we hadn’t gone too far in our mutual explorations, but their fingers had never set off tremors throughout my entire body. Mostly in the past, I’d been hyper aware, awkward and uncomfortable with a constant barrage of questions popping into my head: Why did the couch feel so prickly? Why was his hand so cold? Would he stop soon?
I’d read magazine articles about taking charge, letting a man know what you wanted. But somehow I’d instinctively known that none of the men I’d been with before could pin the tail on that donkey even without the blindfold. No amount of instructions
could have enabled them to make me feel the way Ian just had.
I flopped down on my bed, lying on my back, gazing up at the ceiling. Ian was incredible. He’d been through so much. It was a miracle he’d even survived that boat accident. To think how much pain he’d suffered, how much he still continued to suffer.
And how much pleasure he’d given me. And I’d thought I shouldn’t go through with the bargain? What had I been worried about, exactly? I couldn’t even remember as a drowsy, elated haze slowly closed my eyelids. Drifting off still fully clothed, my last thought was how I couldn’t wait until the next night, because a girl could get addicted to feeling that good.
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The next morning, I felt slightly less euphoric. I wouldn't go so far as to say I felt regret, but all those endorphins racing through my system had cleared out. In the stark, clear light of morning, when I replayed the evening's events, I had to at least acknowledge it had been an unusual encounter.
I hadn't gone down to the library with the express intent of following through on his proposal. I'd been intrigued by it, of course. Outrageous as it was of him to suggest such terms, I'd had not a moment's rest from the minute he’d talked about making me cum.