Page 65 of His Virgin Romance Series

“What’s the difference, though?” I asked. “What’s the difference between good sex and…this sex?”

“The difference is you,” Jared said, turning to me and cupping my face with his hands. “The difference is your smile and your voice and your eyes. The difference is knowing that our connection is based on more than just the physical.”

“That’s a pretty good answer.”

“It’s the truth,” he replied.

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at Jared as I traced patterns on his naked chest. I couldn’t help admiring the hard wall of muscle that adorned his torso. He truly was a magnificent specimen of man.

“So I’m thinking… I want to try something,” I said shyly.

“I’m very curious,” Jared said, with interest. “Especially because you’re blushing.”

I buried my face in his chest. “Oh, man.”

Jared laughed and forced me to look at him. “Come on, tell me.”

“Umm…”

“Wow, another blush?”

“Stop it,” I laughed, trying to wriggle away from me.

“You can tell me anything,” he said, holding me in place so that I had no choice but to look at him. “Don’t be shy.”

“Well, you know what you just did for me?” I started off slowly.

“Yes?”

“I’d like to do the same for you,” I said.

He raised his eyebrows. “You want to give me head?”

“Yes.” I nodded, feeling myself moisten again at the thought of sucking his cock.

“You don’t have to do that, Rachel,” Jared said. “I mean, I don’t expect it from you.”

“I know that,” I said. “I know you don’t expect that from me. I want to do it. I want to taste you.”

As I spoke, I pushed myself onto my knees and then I sidled down lower so that I was kneeling naked between Jared’s legs. I saw a little life pop into his penis, and I saw him harden slightly as I lowered my face down to his cock.

I wrapped my hand around his dick and started rubbing slowly, in gentle, comforting motions. I saw Jared’s eyes close slightly as I increased the tempo. When I felt the time was right, I lowered my head down and took his whole cock into my mouth.

“Fuck!” I heard Jared gasp, as though taken by surprise.

I wondered if I should have eased into it first before taking his whole dick into my mouth. I could barely manage. He wasn’t just blessed with length, he was blessed with girth, too, and fitting the length of him in my mouth was a challenge. I started sucking on him like he was a lollipop, and as the seconds ticked by, I grew more comfortable. I started moving faster, enjoying the taste of him and feeling moisture trickle down my thighs.

Jared seemed to lose control at one point, and then suddenly, he sat up, forcing me to release him. He grabbed me suddenly and threw me down onto the bed in a fit of passion before pushing into me so hard that it might have hurt had I not been soaking wet at that point.

Then he fucked me vigorously. He fucked me so hard that the bed started groaning in complaint as it smacked up against the wall it was pushed against.

Our moans provided the background music to our simultaneous orgasms and Jared and I collapsed against one another in a frenzy that was made up of limbs and sweat and cum. Once we had calmed down, he walked me to his bathroom, and we had a hot bath together. He held me the whole time, soaping me up and washing me down tenderly and patiently. Once I had returned the favor, we dried ourselves off and donned comfortable clothes. Jared opted for soft boxers and I wore one of his older shirts.

We cocooned ourselves in his bed with both the cheesesteaks and the mac and cheese he had made. We ate off one another’s plates and exchanged our favorite scenes from our top-ten most-watched movies. I sat next to him, staring at Jared from time to time, wishing that I could freeze this moment forever, right where we were so that we would never have to leave his room.

Nothing had gone terribly wrong in my life and I was grateful for that, but nothing had gone terribly right, either. But now, after having met Jared, it seemed my luck was changing. And now something was going right—and I was terrified that I would lose it. More importantly, I was terrified that Jared would wake up one day and realize he was too good for me.

So I clung to the present, trying to commit every detail to memory, just in case time moved forward and we left the safe haven of this moment behind.

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