Page 58 of The Tip-Off
“Your body is… wow, Zeke. I want to see you.” If tonight is it – if this is the only chance I have with him, I want to memorize every detail.
He grins and rolls onto his back. “As you wish.”
I move to my knees and scoot as close as I can. “Wow. I realize I said that already, but seriously. Wow.”
He chuckles and places both hands behind his head. “This is good for my ego.”
“Enjoy it because I’m not so sure your penisaurus is going to fit inside me.”
“Penisaurus?!” His ab muscles contract as he laughs.
“Cocksaurus. Dicksaurus. Nope, penisaurus is the funniest. Oooh, does yours have a name? I always wondered if guys really did that.”
“Nah. Mine doesn’t anyway, and it’s definitely not the type of thing you ask other dudes.”
I tap a finger to my chin as I contemplate the perfect name for Zeke’s penis. “Ooooh this could be fun.”
“Ya know what else would be fun?” He looks down at his erection and then to my naked bottom half.
I’m on my back with him hovering over me before I can answer, and all the butterflies and nerves are back. I’ve waited twenty-one years for this. I can’t believe I ever considered losing my virginity any other way. This is perfect. With someone I trust and like, someone I can be unapologetically myself around, and someone who makes me feel safe. When I jump, he’s always there to catch me.
“I’m nervous,” I admit.
“Say the word and we stop.”
“No way. I want this, and I want it with you.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his full weight on top of me. He’s not light, but the strength and power of his body blankets and surrounds me in the most blissful way. A mixture of urgency and excitement flows through my veins, and I think he feels the same.
I’m absorbing every kiss, every stroke of his tongue and nibble of his teeth when he runs a hand down my body. He shifts his weight so he can reach the center of me. I tense and my knees pull inward in the smallest bit of hesitation that is all my body’s doing because I am so ready. I breathe, relax, and lift my hips so he has full access. He takes advantage of the help and strokes my inner thigh and lower belly, moving closer to my throbbing core with every movement.
When his fingers finally brush against my pussy, I bite down on his shoulder playfully to remind him that I’m not made of glass.
“Open wider for me, beautiful.”
I do but worry about what he might see or feel. Am I too wet? Not wet enough? Too bare? Not bare enough? Every insecurity I’ve ever felt is magnified times a thousand until Zeke climbs back on top of me and kisses all thoughts right out of my head.
He rests his forehead against mine. “You’ll tell me if it hurts?”
“Sure.”
“Gabby.” His tone is a warning.
“I will, but only if you promise not to stop. I trust you.”
He leans back so he’s sitting on his knees and reaches down for his jeans. He retrieves a condom from his wallet and then tosses his wallet back on the floor. I watch in total fascination as he tears open the foil and sheathes himself. He stays on his knees but grabs a pillow and orders me to lift my hips. When I do, he puts it under me so I’m on full display. I don’t have time to be self-conscious, though, because he lines himself at my entrance and the first contact of him against my swollen lips takes my breath away.
Instead of pushing in, he rubs himself on me, circling when he gets to my clit, but then sliding down to the slickness that’s gathered between my legs. Over and over, slow and deliberate until I’m shaking beneath him.
I’m floating so close to the sun, reaching for it and feeling the heat of it scorching my skin, when he pushes in. It’s only an inch, but I gasp at the intrusion. He stills, but I push down on him wanting more. When it hurts, I tell him, but dig my fingernails into his legs to keep him from doing something crazy like stopping. It’s a slow and unsteady pace at first while my body tries to accommodate his size. Gradually though, the pain fades and I’m soaring toward the sun again.
I’d kept my eyes closed through the discomfort, afraid he’d see how much it hurt, but now I want to see it all. His brow creased in concentration, the sweat that beads on his chest, the V-cut that points to his dick, and the mesmerizing way our bodies come together. Our eyes lock and I reach out for the sun and erupt into flames.
He follows right behind me, whispering my name as he does.
I watch as the final shudders of his release fade away. Concern flashes in his expression and he moves off me, settling beside me. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“It was so much better than okay.” I roll on my side so I can look at him. “How long do we have to wait before we can do it again?”
He smiles and brings a hand to my shoulder, sliding it down to my elbow and back in a gentle caress. “Let’s see how you feel tomorrow and then we’ll talk about it. I’ve heard it sometimes hurts worse the next day. Which way is the bathroom?”
