Page 72 of Road Trip
She bit her lip and looked worried. “Kelly, are you ever going to fu—I mean, make love to me? Can you please tell me if you don’t want to?”
I kissed her to quiet her worries. I reached down to stroke her core gently to see if she was ready for me, which she was, and then I nudged her with my erection.
“That’s all I want to do, doll. Can I please be inside you?”
Her face lit up in a relieved smile and she nodded.
She sighed when I kissed her, and I was almost lost until a fleeting thought crossed my mind.
“Abra, do you still have those condoms? I mean, do you want me to use one?”
She studied me closely. “What do you want? I mean, I’m—”
“I’ve never not used one. It’s not—”
“It’s fine,” she answered, giving me a genuine smile. She patted my shoulder, and I moved to let her up. She bent over to look in her bag and hurried back with a strand of them. She raised an eyebrow at me.
“My only rule is that I get to put it on you.”
I’m sure I blinked hard.
I rolled over on my back and waited for her. I never thought applying a prophylactic could be such tortuous foreplay, but in her hands, everything was exciting and new. I loved watching her tiny hands unroll the condom down my shaft. Her fingers lingered to stroke my sensitive areas and my breathing grew fast and shallow. She started to straddle me, but I gently rolled her onto her back. There was time for all the fun stuff, but this first time, well, I wanted her under me.
We spent a long few moments just looking into each other’s eyes, and I felt like she was transmitting all of her fears and feelings to me. I hoped she was getting from me that she had no reason to worry, nothing to fear, because I was the real deal. I moved to her opening and held there.
“I love you, Abra.”
Her eyes had gone all relaxed and soft, as had her voice. “Make love to me, Kelly. I love—”
I couldn’t wait till she finished talking before I finally drove inside her. She gasped and the look on her face was surprised.
“Kelly,” she cried out, lifting her hips to meet mine.
She felt even more incredible than I’d imagined she would. I’d like to think I made love to her like she deserved, like I’d dreamed about, but it all was a blur of sensation and emotion. I’d like to believe I made her feel good, but I was so far gone with lust, love, and sexual insanity that I couldn’t even pinpoint the moment I knew I was lost to her for good.
When the first time was over, we lay there staring at each other and panting. My heart was pounding from the exertion, but also from fear of‘oh God, did she like it?’
“Abra?”
She licked her lips, sat up, and pulled off the condom, wrapped it in some tissue, then slid her body on top of mine. I wrapped my arms around her, waiting for her to speak.
“Abra,” I whispered when she hadn’t moved or spoken for a few moments.
“How soon can you do that again?” she asked in a husky voice.
“Why? Was it bad? Not long enough?”
“That was fucking amazing! I want more.”
Oh.
I did my best to give her a repeat performance, but things got crazy. The first time had been missionary, sweet, and loving. The next time, I don’t know what happened, but we each ended up with one leg on the floor and her head hanging off the side and dangerously close to the nightstand. We reheated our breakfast for sustenance purposes, and then we experimented with the barstools. I had her straddling two of them and it provided the most beautiful view while I feasted on her. Then we made our way to the private pool and attempted to be quiet while I got my wish of having her from behind while she was spread across the edge of the pool. God, she was so beautiful! She let me arrange her however I liked, just like the perfect doll she was, and I was in unequaled bliss to be finally making love to my dark angel.
When all was said and done, we’d gone through the remainder of the condoms, we could barely move, and we were starving.
“I guess at some point I need to feed you,” I slurred to her.
She laughed. “Food. Food is good. You are good. You are so damn good, Kelly. I can’t believe we…I can’t believe you…fuck me, I can’t believe that…”
