Page 21 of Make Her Mine
Ella
Being alone all day with Brandon had me feeling different. I’d thought about him a lot once we parted ways for the night after dinner.
We filled everyone in on Hilda. It felt good to be a part of Brandon’s endeavors. And when dinner was over, he walked out of the dining room with me. His shoulder touched mine. “Ella, we’re trying to figure out what to do on this ranch. Any ideas?”
He was asking for my opinion! “To be honest, Brandon, I don’t know what you’re good at.”
He laughed, and the sound made my insides melt. “I’m good at most things I try. And I can learn, too. I saw you messing with a rope in the barn earlier today. Can you teach me how to do that?”
“Maybe.” I stopped as we’d come to the place where I go one way, and he another. “I’m off tomorrow, too, if you want to learn then. It’s not too difficult.”
He looked over his shoulder, then back at me. “Cool. Teach me what you know, and I’ll teach you what I know.”
The way my body went white-hot made me uncomfortable. He didn’t mean what I thought. Did it mean he’d teach me about sex? That idea wouldn’t go away as I laid in my bed that night.
Tossing and turning, I felt so ill at ease. Everything ached. Even as I rubbed my arms, my legs, my boobs, nothing made the pain go away. What was worse was the ache inside of me.
I’d never experimented with masturbation. Frankly, it seemed kind of nasty to touch myself. But without will, I found my hands moving on their own to ease that throbbing ache Brandon had caused in me.
Closing my eyes, I just let it all go and did whatever came naturally. Brandon’s blue eyes hovered over me as he eased his naked body over mine. “You’re so beautiful, Ella.”
I ran my hands over his stubbled cheeks. “You are, too, Brandon.”
Moving slowly, he inched forward until our lips met, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Fireworks went off inside my head as he kissed me deeply, yet so softly.
His hands moved over my tits, then down to my waist. I sucked in my breath as his fingers moved over my clit, then through my hot wet folds. His finger pressed against my virgin pussy, then he pushed it in.
I cried out with desire, “Yes!”
He pushed it in and pulled it out with slow movements. I spread my legs so he could push his finger into me even deeper. His thumb grazed my clit until it was swollen and hard.
“I’m going to make you come, Ella.” He leaned over me, his finger still pumping, then his warm lips pressed against my clit. Kissing it, he groaned, then licked it over and over until I was arching my back and screaming, “Brandon! Yes! God, yes!”
The way my insides felt... My legs shook, my breathing was gasping and erratic, and my heart pounded like I’d run a mile as fast as I could.
Getting off my bed, I was dripping with sweat, and I went to take a shower. My legs were shaky as I made my way to the bathroom; even my vision was blurry. “Oh, shit. What have I done?”
Starting the shower, I got it nice and hot, then slipped under the cascade, letting it relax me. My body had reacted bizarrely! What would happen if the real Brandon had done that?
“I probably would’ve died and gone to heaven.” I put my face under the stream of water as it fell out of the showerhead.
I’ve never done anything like this, and another thought came into my head.What if I’m not a virgin anymore?
Had I messed up my hymen in the process of fingering myself? Concerned, I got out of the shower, put on a clean nighty, then went to see if my sister was still awake.
Softly knocking on her door, I heard her inside, “Who is it?”
“Darleen, it’s me. Can I see you for a second?” My hands knotted thinking of what I’d say.
“Yeah, come in,” she called out.
Upon entering her room, I felt some heat as embarrassment filled me. “Darleen, I might have messed up.”
“You?” she asked with a giggle. “Doubtful. Nothing is so bad, sis.”
“How many ways are there to lose your virginity?” I blurted.
“You and Brandon were alone a lot today,” she said, then crossed her arms over her chest. “Did he do something to you?”
