Page 11 of My Irish Roommate

“I like the sound of that very much,” she replies.

We finish our meal and take a moonlight stroll along the River Liffey. I hold her tightly beneath my arm. As we walk, I spy a flower vendor and purchase a single long-stemmed rose. She takes it and puts it up to her nose, taking in its sweet, crisp scent.

We stop on the bridge to watch the boats sailing by, and I take her in my arms and kiss her. Her tiny body leans into my embrace as she gives herself over to me. It’s a beautiful moment but is swiftly interrupted by a loud scream from someone on the street.

My instincts kick in. I pin Ricki between the concrete bridge railing and my back as I try to determine where the sound is coming from. It appears as though a patron has had too much to drink at the pub across the street and screamed out one final insult as the bouncers evicted him.

I feel a bit foolish for having reacted so aggressively, but Ricki surprises me by wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a long kiss on my lips. “Let’s go home,” she says, placing her tiny hand in mine.

6

GIVING MYSELF TO ROWAN

RICKI

I’m completely immersed in the romance of the evening until I hear a man screaming obscenities. In my mind’s eye, I see Dan, my crazy stalker, rushing toward us with some sort of weapon fully prepared to end us both, but the reality is very different.

The moment the man lets out his first cry, Rowan springs into action. He uses his body to shield me from any possible danger and readies himself to take on the potential threat. In a split second, he’s proving that everything he told me about keeping me safe was true.

If I had even the slightest doubt, this moment proved to me that Rowan is the man I want to be with.

We return to the apartment, and I go straight to the bathroom. I want to freshen up before our makeout session continues. I check my hair and makeup and take a deep breath. As scary as it seems, I want Rowan to make love to me, but there’s something that we need to talk about first.

I come out of the bathroom and find him lingering just outside the door. He wastes no time grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms. He caresses my most intimate places as his tongue makes circles around mine.

He sits on my bed and pulls me onto his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I straddle him. His erection rubs against my panties. It’s the closest contact we’ve had, and I feel myself getting wet.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers between ravaging kisses.

“I want that, too, but I have to tell you something first,” I shift my hips and lift myself off his crotch.

“Tell me fast because I’m not letting anything stop us this time.”

“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt it out. It’s not at all how I wanted to tell him, but the astounded look on his face tells me that my point has been made.

“You’re a virgin? How is that even possible? I mean, look at you. How many boys have you turned down in America?”

“All of them,” I smile. “I always thought sex should be something special. Even when all of my friends were having one-night stands, it didn’t feel right to me. I want that connection now and I want it with you.”

“Baby, I love that you want to give your virginity to me, but you have to understand that this won’t be a fling. Our parents aren’t going to be happy. The gym staff will probably gossip about us. I don’t give a fuck about them, but you have to know. If we do this, you become mine. There’s no going back. Do you understand me?”

“That’s exactly why it feels right. You don’t want to have a one-night stand. You don’t want to use me for sex then move on to someone else. If it’s right, it won’t matter what other people think. We’ll want to be together anyway.”

“Then hold on. I’m about to do all kinds of things to you,” he says and my body tingles all over. I’ve never been more ready for anything. The combined effects of fear and sexual excitement have my head spinning. I don’t know exactly what to expect from him, but I want him to lead me into this new and unknown world. Giving my power over to him feels more right than anything I’ve ever known.

He stands and removes his shirt, and I marvel at his perfection. He looks like he was chiseled out of stone with his broad pecs, washboard abs, and rippling biceps. I reach up and touch him just to confirm that he’s real. He grins and guides my hands to the waistband of his pants. I unbutton them and slide them off his hips. They catch on his massive cock, and I begin to blush when they drop to his ankles.

“Keep going,” he commands me and I remove his boxers.

His long, thick penis stands stiffly, begging for my touch, so I take it in my hand. He gasps and wraps his hand around mine demonstrating just the right way to stroke him. I’ve seen pictures of male genitalia but never anything as large as this. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I don’t know if he’ll even fit inside me.

He removes my shirt and bra and bends down to take my nipples between his lips. As he suckles my breasts, my heart rate quickens. Enjoying my response, he runs his teeth against my sensitive skin. I run my fingers through his silken black locks as he pushes me down on the bed and kisses his way to my belly. He opens my pants and pulls them off in one quick motion then slides his fingers inside my panties.

I gasp as he flicks my engorged clit, sending a strange sensation up my spine. He tugs at my panties, sliding them over my ass, and I kick them onto the floor. Smirking, he parts my thighs and blows cool air on my vagina. I know what’s coming next and I brace myself.

His head between my legs leaves me feeling vulnerable and exposed, but once his tongue brushes against my flesh, my inhibitions disintegrate and my head swims in an erotic state of euphoria.

“You taste like candy,” he growls.

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