Page 42 of His Secret Virgin
Chapter 17
Christopher
Wanting things to feel nice and normal, the dinner we’d made set the tone. After eating, we washed the dishes side by side, her washing, me drying. As boring a chore as that is, I had to say that I’d never been more entertained.
Emma made me happy just by being near me. “I noticed that you ate every last piece of the steak.”
“You were right! What can I say?” she said with a shrug.
“I guess that shows you can trust me even more now.” I nudged her with my shoulder, feeling some heat rising up inside of me.
She stopped what she’d been doing to look at me with serious eyes. “Christopher, I trust you completely. That was never in question.”
“Good.” I pecked her cheek. “You should. I wouldn’t ever hurt you, Emma.”
“I believe you.” She smiled at me then added, “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you either.”
“I believe you, too.” I took the last dish from her and wiped it with the towel before placing it on the rack. “Now it’s time to wash you up, my little love snack.”
Giggling as I picked her up bridal style, she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Love snack?”
Nodding, I kissed her neck then nipped it playfully. “Yummy.”
A nice hot bubble bath for the two of us should loosen her up. I started the water and then poured in the bubbles as she slipped out of her clothes. Dropping my shorts, I got into the old, claw-footed bathtub before she did, and then took her hand to help her settle in front of me.
With her back to me, I ran my hands over her narrow shoulders then kissed one of them before pulling her back to lie on me. “Here you go, just lay back here and let me run my hands all over you.”
She moaned quietly as I moved my hands over her, concentrating on her big tits and playing with the nipples a little before moving down to her stomach. I avoided her pubic area, saving that for last. “God, Christopher, you know how to treat a woman.”
Nibbling her earlobe, I whispered, “I know how to treat you, that’s for sure.”
Every part of her body was beautiful: the way her hips curved; the way her stomach wasn’t completely flat, but a little plump; the way her thighs were thick and luscious—everything combined to make her perfect in my eyes.
I knew if it weren’t for the fact that there were so many people in our way, then we would already be together by now—truly together. I wouldn’t have hesitated to have our relationship be out in the open.
But that wasn’t the case. So we’d just have to make sure we made the most of our weekends. Our secret love affair. In the short time I’d known her, my feelings for Emma had already gone a long way to making me feel whole again. And I hoped our relationship would help Emma with her self-esteem and confidence, too.
She began to run her hands up and down my legs. I shiver went down my spine as she turned over, pressing her tits against my chest. Our mouths collided with a passionate kiss. My cock ached for her, but I still didn’t want to rush anything.
But it seemed that Emma had different plans. She moved her legs to straddle me, and after lining me up with her already wet pussy, she slid down onto my erection without any hesitation. Her tight canal felt so incredible around me that I held my breath as we kissed.
The tip of my dick hit a wall, or more accurately, her hymen. She wasted no time, pushing down so that my cock broke through it. Whimpering, she took her mouth away from mine. “Oh, that burns.” A tear rolled down her cheek, and I ran my thumb over it.
To be honest, I felt some pain, too, as her virgin cunt clamped down on my dick. But the pain was pleasant, even arousing. “It’ll get better.” I put my hands on her waist to lift her up.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes as I moved her body to stroke me. “I guess I should’ve waited for you to make this move, huh?”
“Nah, I like that you did it.” I eased her hips back down, watching her eyes close as she began to feel more pleasure than pain. “Better?”
“Um, hmm,” she moaned then opened her eyes to look at me again. “You can move me faster if you’d like.”
I moved her a little faster, not much. I liked looking at her body as I moved her up and down slowly. Her boobs jiggled slightly with the movement. Leaning up, I took one into my mouth, sucking it gently.
Emma’s groan, low and sexy, made me hungrier than ever for a taste of her. Without meaning to, I got more aggressive, moving her faster as I bit and sucked her tit harder.
“Yes! Christopher!” she cried out.
She liked it rough, it seemed, and so did I. Even though I’d never once been rough with my ex-wife, I loved the adrenaline that rushed through my body at the thought of taking that step with Emma. Pulling my mouth away from her succulent tit, I said, “Let’s go to our bed and see what we can come up with.”
