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I crossed my arms over my chest. But hey, the funny choices did break up the tension.
"Here we go," he said.
I also didn't know who sang this one, but her voice was soulful. "At last, my love has come along." Jean-Luc hugged me, and we swayed back and forth to the music. He hummed along to the melody. "My lonely days are over and life is like a song."
He spun me around and dipped me, totally out of time with the music. I laughed.
"This music is pretty," I said.
"It's a classic."
"Never heard it," I said.
"Oh Lafferty, the things I could teach you."
"Can we start now?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. He kissed me, and it was if my lips sparkled.
"Is kissing always that good?" I mumbled against his lips. It was a dumb thing to say; I don't know why I said it.
"No," he said.
We continued to sway back and forth. I waited for him to make a move. He didn't.
Oh.
I slid my hand up and down his back, and then up and down his side.
"You know," I drawled. "In the hotel. I don't think I did that quite right. I need practice. A repeat. Do over. Re-test." I paused. "For extra credit."
He tilted his head back and groaned. "You're killing me."
I looked up at him and smiled.
He looked down at me. I couldn't tell if the expression was big desire or the need to hold back.
"Whatever you want, baby." He paused for a second. "Although I have a different idea. How about we sleep together tonight. Just sleep."
I pulled away from him. "What? I can't even get, you know, from a guy who goes to a sex club?"
He smiled, probably because I couldn't even say it.
"I didn't say I didn't want to, Marcy. Trust me, I want to. I really want to. But I'm trying to build something here."
I harumphed. I didn't get it.
Jean-Luc held my chin and tilted my face up. He bent down and gently brushed his lips against mine. "I want to rush too, baby. But I'm trying to build something precious. Really special."
"Why?"
"Ahhh..."
He seemed like he wasn't expecting that question.
"Marcy, everyone's first time should be special. But it's not just that. When I, when Evan, when I...I mean when you. Fuck." Jean-Luc ran his hands through his hair. "When we started this, I wanted to have sex with you. Now I want more than that. A lot more than that. It's...I mean...I..." Jean-Luc ran the pads of his fingers down my cheek and over my chin. "I just want it to be special."
I opened my arms to gesture around me. "Isn't this special?"
"No, I mean really special." He kissed the tip of my nose for a second.
Then he ran his hands through his hair again. I'd never seen him flustered before.
He turned around so his back was to me for a second, and then he turned around and faced me again. "Marcy, do you want to go out with me?"
I blinked.
"You mean like boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked.
He smiled. "Yes."
"I thought you were too sophisticated for that," I said.
"Not about you."
I ducked my head, and bit my lip, and tried not to smile.
"Does that mean that you won't go to Melody's anymore?" I asked.
"I won't go to Melody's if you don't want me to go," he said.
I shrugged.
"I won't go," he said.
I didn't know what to think.
"Baby, we started this because I was convenient."
"No!" I said.
Jean-Luc came close to me. "Yes. Evan wanted to be with you, and he thought it would be easier if you were with me first."
I shuddered.
"Easier for you, mentally," Jean-Luc said. "Because he's married."
I buried my face in his chest.
"This is complicated," I said.
"Not really, my sweet baby," he said. "We started this ... well, part of the reason you started it, I guess. God, I'm fucking this up. What I'm trying to say..." He ran his hands through his hair, obviously exasperated. "It seems like you've been focused, maybe because you had a physical goal. Now I'm asking you if you'd like to change it, add an emotional goal.
"I'm not saying this right. I liked you from the start. I like you more and more each day. I didn't think I was a romantic before I met you. Now I do. That's why."
"So you don't want to fuck me because you like me?"
He laughed. "Sort of. Not exactly. You didn't answer my question."
"What question?"
Jean-Luc paused for second, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Do you want to go out with me? Be my girlfriend?"
I nodded.
"Then how about you curl up in my arms tonight? And we'll spend the summer getting to know each other."
I wasn't sure what to say. "I'll never lose my virginity!" is what came out.
He smiled. "I promise, being an 100-year-old virgin is not something that's going to happen to you."
"Well, I guess if you promise," I drew the words out, "then I guess I can be your girlfriend. You know, like, on a trial basis. If you promise to put out."
I noticed the music again. It was Sweetest Thing. U2. Bono has a recognizable voice.
"Are you ready to go to sleep?"
I nodded. "I didn't pack a toothbrush," I said.
"I have an extra," he said.
I put my hand over my face and shook my head. "My boyfriend is a player."
"No. I just buy my toothbrushes in a three-pack because it's cheaper. Works out good for you, or you'd be brushing your teeth with your finger."
I smiled at him. "Kiss me?" I asked.
"Any time, Lafferty."
The kiss started out slowly. He explored my mouth, and let me explore his. He pressed me closer to him, and the kiss exploded, suddenly brutal and hot. I felt his erection spring up between us. He broke off the kiss.
"Aaaaaand, that's when it's time to take a break," he said.
His jocular words were in direct contrast to his pained expression.
I pouted.
"Puppy dog eyes don't work on me, Lafferty. If you think I don't want to throw you down on the floor? Oh, how wrong you are. I'm trying to be a gentleman here. Don't tempt me."
It's wrong to do the end zone dance when he says something like that, isn't it?
I remembered seeing reruns of an old cartoon show with human-like tigers and cats. One stood on top of a rock and raised a sword and yelled, 'I have the power!' I knew how he felt. Great.
Jean-Luc led me into his bedroom. He opened a drawer and pulled out a grey Hoosiers t-shirt. "This should work as night-shirt for you."
"It will probably come down to my knees," I said.
"And sexy knees they are."
He grabbed a pair of blue boxers. "I'll go change in the bathroom. Give a yell when you're ready."
Brushing teeth side by side with him was a new and strangely intimate experience.
His bed was harder than mine, and I liked it. He spooned me up into him, like he did at the hotel. It was really nice.
"Lafferty?" he asked, after we had settled down.
"What?"
"Thanks for giving me a chance."
"Are you k**ding me? You're a sex god with..." I shut up.
He laughed. "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth and to live up to my girlfriend's expectations," he said.
"It's July," I said.
"Yeah," he said softly. "The best July ever." He moved my hair out of the way and kissed my neck. "Are you tired?"
"If that's your way of asking 'Are you too sleepy for sex?' Then hell no. If you really mean, 'Are you tired?' Then yes."
Jean-Luc kissed me where my neck met the back of my ear.
"sleep well, baby," he said.
"You too."
What a roller coaster. I could hardly believe it! I'd have to start keeping a diary or something. Fooling around with a super hot guy was one thing, but having a hottie for a boyfriend? Holy crack bubbles.
I thought about sexy love songs, searing kisses, the irony of having a boyfriend who wants to take it slow, talking raccoons, and then I was asleep.
*
I woke up feeling really horny. Is that normal?
I had my face sort of tucked in Jean-Luc's armpit. Is that why I felt like boiling cauldron of lust?
I quietly slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. I came back and stared at Jean-Luc. His hair was matted every which way over his forehead, like someone had styled it with a weed whacker and a blender. He had one hand tucked under his chin. His mouth was slightly opened.
He looked gorgeous.
I took off my nightshirt and slid on top of him.
"Hhmm?" he said.
"Yeah, mmmmnn," I said.
His eyes fluttered open and closed. sleepy. I rubbed my hips against his erection.
"I'm having a really nice dream," he said.
"Oh?" I rubbed against him again.
"Yeah," he said. "It's called deja vu."
I laughed. Slid my hands up and down his chest.
"Can I rest some more, Lafferty? It's the weekend."
"Ut-uh. Apparently I wake up horny."
"Oh, well then," he said. And his eyelids popped wide open. He rolled me over quickly. Then he was on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to either side of my head on the bed. Then he ground his erection into me. "We'll have to do something about that."
I laughed. "Yeah, Professor. Teach me."
"You gonna wear a sexy school girl outfit and work for an A?"
I laughed again. "If that's what you want."
"Nope. I like you this way just fine."
Jean-Luc kissed me quickly on the lips. He kissed down my jaw, playfully nipping and biting. He sucked on my neck. I thought he was going to give me a hickey, when I felt the rough suction on the skin, but he didn't. He soothed the spot he had tortured and moved on. He blew a raspberry in the skin near my armpit.
Then Jean-Luc licked into the notch where my collarbones met, as if he were drinking from the purest water and he was dying of thirst. Famished. Starved. Ravenous.
He looked up at me and his expression was dark, needy.
He was panting.
"Ready for more, baby?"
Oh yeah. I nodded.
He brushed his lips over the tops of my breasts, barely touching me. He licked down the valley between my breasts, lavishing, laving, loving, but still the lightest of caresses. I arched up into him.
"Like that?"
"Mm-hmm."
"More?"
"Yes, please."
"So polite."
He took one nipple into my mouth and sucked, and I screamed. He stopped.
"Too hard?"
"Maybe, I don't know. Too intense. Like stars breaking everywhere."
He smiled at me.
"Poor baby," he said sarcastically.
He kissed the other nipple, and flicked his tongue across it.
"Jean-Luc!" I yelled.
"That's J.L. to you, baby," he said.
He went back to kissing one nipple and rolled the other between his fingers. Oh my God. I was soaking, shaking. Can a girl come this way?
I reached for his cock, but my arms were too short.
I needed to touch him.
"Stop," I said.
He stopped immediately and looked at me. "Sensitive?" he asked.
"Yes, no, yes. I don't know."
He smiled at me. "Well that's clear."
"I need to touch you. I need to touch you right now."
"You are touching me."
"I need to touch you...down there."
"Say it, Marcy."
My cheeks burned.
"Say it."
"I'd like to touch your penis," I whispered.
He laughed softly. "Noooooo," he drew out the word.
Ut-oh.
I put my hand over my eyes for a second, flooded with nerves.
I peeked out through my fingers; Jean-Luc was waiting.
I took a deep breath. I could do this.
"I want your cock," I said. "Let me do what I did yesterday morning."
He rolled off me, quickly. "Okay, if you insist."
"I need the practice."
"It's in the way that you use it," he sang. I didn't know the song. "So don't ever abuse it. Don't let go-oh-oh."
"Want me to use it?" I asked.
He looked at me from under lids that were half-mast with a gaze that could ignite a forest fire. "Yeah," he said.
"Say it."
He cracked up. "You're a quick study, Lafferty."
"I'm learning from the best."
"Aw," he said sweetly, and then he licked his lips and the fire detonated again. "Put that small, soft hand on my dick. Let me show you how to jerk me off." He reached up and put a hand in my hair. "I want that hot mouth over the head of my cock. Blow me."
I laughed. "You're a perv."
"You think that's perv? Oh... just wait until you hear the things I want to do to you."
I shivered.
He took my hand. "You want it? Take it."
I hovered right above his erection. It bounced a little, literally quivering.
"He looks like he's excited," I said.
"Naw. He's just doing push-ups. Keeping in shape for you. In case you need him as a prop for your learning."
Still, I hesitated.
"Formidable." I said the only word that came to mind.
"You think so, baby? Wait until you touch it."
I've done this before; I can do it again. I reached that last little bit and stroked the underside.
"So soft," I whispered.
"Not what you're supposed to say when you're touching a guy's dick," he said. But he obviously didn't mind.
"And so hard," I said.
"That's better."
I ran one finger up and down the underside. Dicks are really weird.
I looked at Jean-Luc's face. Patient.
"Does it feel good?" I asked.
He reached out and touched one of my nipples, lightly rubbing across the bud until it popped out again.
"Yeah," he said.
I arched into his hand. Was he saying what I was doing to him felt as good as what he was doing to me? Because it was making me feel wonderful everywhere. It was breathtaking, incredible, magical, that he could just reach out and touch me, with such a sure hand, and drive me crazy.
I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft, marveling at how small and white my hand seemed against the fierce, strong length of him.
"Harder," he whispered.
I squeezed my hand a little harder, and began to stroke up and down the way he taught me.
He moaned.
A wonderful, warm, liquid feeling started in my chest and filled up my whole torso.
Victory.
I pumped faster and faster, and his cock felt like a caged monster, independent of both of us, yet connected to both of us, ferocious, powerful, and alive.
I looked at him. He was gritting his teeth and looking at me like I was the most fantastic girl in the world.
Up and down, up and down.
I fell into a nice, beating rhythm.
I leaned over and very tentatively licked the interesting looking part just under the head. He arched up off the mattress.
And it seemed perfect. The world was perfect.
His words were ground out, strained. "Stop, baby, stop. Or I won't last."
I stopped. He rolled on top of me. He kissed me. If our kisses before were great, this one was positively galaxy moving.
"What do you want now, pretty baby?" he asked when he came up for air.
"I want to do it," I said quietly. "I want you inside me."
He looked concerned. "You sure?"
"So sure."
Still he waited a second. I thought maybe he would reject me.
"Please J.L. I need you."
"Okay," he said softly. He reached over into the bedside table, and the twist of the movement pushed the weight of his pelvis further down on top of me.
He rolled off me, ripped open the condom with his teeth, and quickly rolled it down over himself. Well that was interesting.
He rolled back on top of me.
"Do we need a towel under me?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I don't care about the sheets, I don't want to get up and leave you. Not even for a second."
I smiled up at him.
"You can still change your mind, you know," he said.
I shook my head.
"Bend your knees, sweet star, I think it will be easier."
I did.
I expected him to surge into me in one violent thrust, but he didn't. Not even close.
Instead he cradled my head and cuddled it into his neck.
"Baby," he said. "Baby, baby, baby, baby. This is a precious gift you're giving me. Don't think I don't know it. I know it." His voice turned reverent. "I'm honored."
"I'm not giving you a gift. You're giving me one. You're doing all the work."
He laughed, one loud burst. He shook his head slightly, I felt it against the top of mine. I kissed his neck.
"Are you stalling? Worried?" I asked.
"No," he said. But I couldn't tell if that was really a yes.
I tensed, waiting.
He took my hand, and with both of our hands together, reached between us and put our hands on his cock.
Oh God. Here it comes. I've heard this can really hurt.
But he didn't put his cock to my opening. Instead he rubbed the top of his cock higher, making tiny circles until he found the bud, and I arched off the mattress.
"That's it, sweet baby," he said in a breathy voice.
He kept doing it until he drove me crazy.
I started to shake.
"That's it, baby, a little more."
My toes started burning. With pins and needles like I was losing all sensation.
"J.L.!" I yelled.
He moved his hand, and I felt the tip of the head slide easily into the pool of my slickness, and I prepared for the huge rip. My whole body tensed up and contracted.
"Easy, baby. Easy. Breathe for me."
I took a deep breath. Then another one. I wasn't sure it was helping.
"Grab onto my shoulders, sweetheart. Grab, really, really hard."
I did.
"Harder," he said. "Hurt me."
I clawed the top of his shoulders, digging my nails in as hard as he could.
Jean-Luc pushed in another inch, very slowly, completely controlled.
I squeezed even harder, starting to panic. I scrunched my eyes shut.
"Look at me, honey."
I did.
"Next time will be better. I promise. Relax for me."
I tried.
He pushed in another inch.
No rip.
He held there, letting my body adjust.
I squeezed around him, and he groaned.
"You're so beautiful, Marcy. So perfect. So fucking, incredibly tight."
He slid in a tiny bit more, and I felt a soft giving, a total opening, an acceptance.
I looked at him in wonder.
He pushed slowly, more, and then he was completely inside of me. I was filled with a feeling of strange fullness. It felt good. Weird, but good.
"There was no rip," I said, bewildered.
"Sometimes that happens," he said. "It just bends, gives, agrees, and then dissolves."
"Weird," I said.
He took one of my legs and hooked my thigh around his hip. "Miraculous."
He smiled down on me. His face was shining.
"Oh God, I need you," he said.
"No, you don't," I said automatically.
"It sure feels like it," he said.
I waited a bit. Was that it? No. In the movies he was supposed to move.
But he didn't. He caressed my cheek.
"I heard a rumor that when couples do it, there's some movement involved," I said.
He smiled. "I was just waiting until you were ready."
"Thought maybe I'd wait till tomorrow," I said. "Because this part feels so good already."
"It will be better next time, I promise."
"I wasn't being sarcastic," I said. "This part feels good."
He smiled again. "Let's see if we can make it feel better," he said in a husky voice.
Jean-Luc pulled out of me a tiny bit, and pushed back in.
"Oh," I moaned.
His smile got bigger.
He pulled out further, pushed back in.
"You okay?" he whispered.
"More than okay," I said back. Stupendous.
Jean-Luc started moving in earnest then, a slow, sensual, in and out rhythm. It was like he was massaging the inside of me, not just down there, but everywhere. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to it. Everywhere turned pink; I was floating on a see of cotton candy. My nipples ached.
I heard the sound of skin slapping against skin, and a quiet, a****listic 'unh' sound Jean-Luc was making with each stroke. The smell of sex bloomed up around us, my heat, and his sweat, and pheromones running wild.
He pulled my legs up higher.
His brows were pulled down tight. His shoulders bunched up under my hands.
"I'm trying to keep it controlled," he said, and he sounded like strain personified. "You deserve gentle."
"I'm okay. Good. Really good. Show me how you would do it if it weren't my first time."
He shook his head slightly. Sweat popped out on his temples.
I squeezed my muscles around him.
"Please," I said.
He bit his bottom lip. The concern was obvious in his eyes, but he took me at my word. He barreled into me harder. Faster.
"Here we go," he said.
I also didn't know who sang this one, but her voice was soulful. "At last, my love has come along." Jean-Luc hugged me, and we swayed back and forth to the music. He hummed along to the melody. "My lonely days are over and life is like a song."
He spun me around and dipped me, totally out of time with the music. I laughed.
"This music is pretty," I said.
"It's a classic."
"Never heard it," I said.
"Oh Lafferty, the things I could teach you."
"Can we start now?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. He kissed me, and it was if my lips sparkled.
"Is kissing always that good?" I mumbled against his lips. It was a dumb thing to say; I don't know why I said it.
"No," he said.
We continued to sway back and forth. I waited for him to make a move. He didn't.
Oh.
I slid my hand up and down his back, and then up and down his side.
"You know," I drawled. "In the hotel. I don't think I did that quite right. I need practice. A repeat. Do over. Re-test." I paused. "For extra credit."
He tilted his head back and groaned. "You're killing me."
I looked up at him and smiled.
He looked down at me. I couldn't tell if the expression was big desire or the need to hold back.
"Whatever you want, baby." He paused for a second. "Although I have a different idea. How about we sleep together tonight. Just sleep."
I pulled away from him. "What? I can't even get, you know, from a guy who goes to a sex club?"
He smiled, probably because I couldn't even say it.
"I didn't say I didn't want to, Marcy. Trust me, I want to. I really want to. But I'm trying to build something here."
I harumphed. I didn't get it.
Jean-Luc held my chin and tilted my face up. He bent down and gently brushed his lips against mine. "I want to rush too, baby. But I'm trying to build something precious. Really special."
"Why?"
"Ahhh..."
He seemed like he wasn't expecting that question.
"Marcy, everyone's first time should be special. But it's not just that. When I, when Evan, when I...I mean when you. Fuck." Jean-Luc ran his hands through his hair. "When we started this, I wanted to have sex with you. Now I want more than that. A lot more than that. It's...I mean...I..." Jean-Luc ran the pads of his fingers down my cheek and over my chin. "I just want it to be special."
I opened my arms to gesture around me. "Isn't this special?"
"No, I mean really special." He kissed the tip of my nose for a second.
Then he ran his hands through his hair again. I'd never seen him flustered before.
He turned around so his back was to me for a second, and then he turned around and faced me again. "Marcy, do you want to go out with me?"
I blinked.
"You mean like boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked.
He smiled. "Yes."
"I thought you were too sophisticated for that," I said.
"Not about you."
I ducked my head, and bit my lip, and tried not to smile.
"Does that mean that you won't go to Melody's anymore?" I asked.
"I won't go to Melody's if you don't want me to go," he said.
I shrugged.
"I won't go," he said.
I didn't know what to think.
"Baby, we started this because I was convenient."
"No!" I said.
Jean-Luc came close to me. "Yes. Evan wanted to be with you, and he thought it would be easier if you were with me first."
I shuddered.
"Easier for you, mentally," Jean-Luc said. "Because he's married."
I buried my face in his chest.
"This is complicated," I said.
"Not really, my sweet baby," he said. "We started this ... well, part of the reason you started it, I guess. God, I'm fucking this up. What I'm trying to say..." He ran his hands through his hair, obviously exasperated. "It seems like you've been focused, maybe because you had a physical goal. Now I'm asking you if you'd like to change it, add an emotional goal.
"I'm not saying this right. I liked you from the start. I like you more and more each day. I didn't think I was a romantic before I met you. Now I do. That's why."
"So you don't want to fuck me because you like me?"
He laughed. "Sort of. Not exactly. You didn't answer my question."
"What question?"
Jean-Luc paused for second, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Do you want to go out with me? Be my girlfriend?"
I nodded.
"Then how about you curl up in my arms tonight? And we'll spend the summer getting to know each other."
I wasn't sure what to say. "I'll never lose my virginity!" is what came out.
He smiled. "I promise, being an 100-year-old virgin is not something that's going to happen to you."
"Well, I guess if you promise," I drew the words out, "then I guess I can be your girlfriend. You know, like, on a trial basis. If you promise to put out."
I noticed the music again. It was Sweetest Thing. U2. Bono has a recognizable voice.
"Are you ready to go to sleep?"
I nodded. "I didn't pack a toothbrush," I said.
"I have an extra," he said.
I put my hand over my face and shook my head. "My boyfriend is a player."
"No. I just buy my toothbrushes in a three-pack because it's cheaper. Works out good for you, or you'd be brushing your teeth with your finger."
I smiled at him. "Kiss me?" I asked.
"Any time, Lafferty."
The kiss started out slowly. He explored my mouth, and let me explore his. He pressed me closer to him, and the kiss exploded, suddenly brutal and hot. I felt his erection spring up between us. He broke off the kiss.
"Aaaaaand, that's when it's time to take a break," he said.
His jocular words were in direct contrast to his pained expression.
I pouted.
"Puppy dog eyes don't work on me, Lafferty. If you think I don't want to throw you down on the floor? Oh, how wrong you are. I'm trying to be a gentleman here. Don't tempt me."
It's wrong to do the end zone dance when he says something like that, isn't it?
I remembered seeing reruns of an old cartoon show with human-like tigers and cats. One stood on top of a rock and raised a sword and yelled, 'I have the power!' I knew how he felt. Great.
Jean-Luc led me into his bedroom. He opened a drawer and pulled out a grey Hoosiers t-shirt. "This should work as night-shirt for you."
"It will probably come down to my knees," I said.
"And sexy knees they are."
He grabbed a pair of blue boxers. "I'll go change in the bathroom. Give a yell when you're ready."
Brushing teeth side by side with him was a new and strangely intimate experience.
His bed was harder than mine, and I liked it. He spooned me up into him, like he did at the hotel. It was really nice.
"Lafferty?" he asked, after we had settled down.
"What?"
"Thanks for giving me a chance."
"Are you k**ding me? You're a sex god with..." I shut up.
He laughed. "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth and to live up to my girlfriend's expectations," he said.
"It's July," I said.
"Yeah," he said softly. "The best July ever." He moved my hair out of the way and kissed my neck. "Are you tired?"
"If that's your way of asking 'Are you too sleepy for sex?' Then hell no. If you really mean, 'Are you tired?' Then yes."
Jean-Luc kissed me where my neck met the back of my ear.
"sleep well, baby," he said.
"You too."
What a roller coaster. I could hardly believe it! I'd have to start keeping a diary or something. Fooling around with a super hot guy was one thing, but having a hottie for a boyfriend? Holy crack bubbles.
I thought about sexy love songs, searing kisses, the irony of having a boyfriend who wants to take it slow, talking raccoons, and then I was asleep.
*
I woke up feeling really horny. Is that normal?
I had my face sort of tucked in Jean-Luc's armpit. Is that why I felt like boiling cauldron of lust?
I quietly slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. I came back and stared at Jean-Luc. His hair was matted every which way over his forehead, like someone had styled it with a weed whacker and a blender. He had one hand tucked under his chin. His mouth was slightly opened.
He looked gorgeous.
I took off my nightshirt and slid on top of him.
"Hhmm?" he said.
"Yeah, mmmmnn," I said.
His eyes fluttered open and closed. sleepy. I rubbed my hips against his erection.
"I'm having a really nice dream," he said.
"Oh?" I rubbed against him again.
"Yeah," he said. "It's called deja vu."
I laughed. Slid my hands up and down his chest.
"Can I rest some more, Lafferty? It's the weekend."
"Ut-uh. Apparently I wake up horny."
"Oh, well then," he said. And his eyelids popped wide open. He rolled me over quickly. Then he was on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to either side of my head on the bed. Then he ground his erection into me. "We'll have to do something about that."
I laughed. "Yeah, Professor. Teach me."
"You gonna wear a sexy school girl outfit and work for an A?"
I laughed again. "If that's what you want."
"Nope. I like you this way just fine."
Jean-Luc kissed me quickly on the lips. He kissed down my jaw, playfully nipping and biting. He sucked on my neck. I thought he was going to give me a hickey, when I felt the rough suction on the skin, but he didn't. He soothed the spot he had tortured and moved on. He blew a raspberry in the skin near my armpit.
Then Jean-Luc licked into the notch where my collarbones met, as if he were drinking from the purest water and he was dying of thirst. Famished. Starved. Ravenous.
He looked up at me and his expression was dark, needy.
He was panting.
"Ready for more, baby?"
Oh yeah. I nodded.
He brushed his lips over the tops of my breasts, barely touching me. He licked down the valley between my breasts, lavishing, laving, loving, but still the lightest of caresses. I arched up into him.
"Like that?"
"Mm-hmm."
"More?"
"Yes, please."
"So polite."
He took one nipple into my mouth and sucked, and I screamed. He stopped.
"Too hard?"
"Maybe, I don't know. Too intense. Like stars breaking everywhere."
He smiled at me.
"Poor baby," he said sarcastically.
He kissed the other nipple, and flicked his tongue across it.
"Jean-Luc!" I yelled.
"That's J.L. to you, baby," he said.
He went back to kissing one nipple and rolled the other between his fingers. Oh my God. I was soaking, shaking. Can a girl come this way?
I reached for his cock, but my arms were too short.
I needed to touch him.
"Stop," I said.
He stopped immediately and looked at me. "Sensitive?" he asked.
"Yes, no, yes. I don't know."
He smiled at me. "Well that's clear."
"I need to touch you. I need to touch you right now."
"You are touching me."
"I need to touch you...down there."
"Say it, Marcy."
My cheeks burned.
"Say it."
"I'd like to touch your penis," I whispered.
He laughed softly. "Noooooo," he drew out the word.
Ut-oh.
I put my hand over my eyes for a second, flooded with nerves.
I peeked out through my fingers; Jean-Luc was waiting.
I took a deep breath. I could do this.
"I want your cock," I said. "Let me do what I did yesterday morning."
He rolled off me, quickly. "Okay, if you insist."
"I need the practice."
"It's in the way that you use it," he sang. I didn't know the song. "So don't ever abuse it. Don't let go-oh-oh."
"Want me to use it?" I asked.
He looked at me from under lids that were half-mast with a gaze that could ignite a forest fire. "Yeah," he said.
"Say it."
He cracked up. "You're a quick study, Lafferty."
"I'm learning from the best."
"Aw," he said sweetly, and then he licked his lips and the fire detonated again. "Put that small, soft hand on my dick. Let me show you how to jerk me off." He reached up and put a hand in my hair. "I want that hot mouth over the head of my cock. Blow me."
I laughed. "You're a perv."
"You think that's perv? Oh... just wait until you hear the things I want to do to you."
I shivered.
He took my hand. "You want it? Take it."
I hovered right above his erection. It bounced a little, literally quivering.
"He looks like he's excited," I said.
"Naw. He's just doing push-ups. Keeping in shape for you. In case you need him as a prop for your learning."
Still, I hesitated.
"Formidable." I said the only word that came to mind.
"You think so, baby? Wait until you touch it."
I've done this before; I can do it again. I reached that last little bit and stroked the underside.
"So soft," I whispered.
"Not what you're supposed to say when you're touching a guy's dick," he said. But he obviously didn't mind.
"And so hard," I said.
"That's better."
I ran one finger up and down the underside. Dicks are really weird.
I looked at Jean-Luc's face. Patient.
"Does it feel good?" I asked.
He reached out and touched one of my nipples, lightly rubbing across the bud until it popped out again.
"Yeah," he said.
I arched into his hand. Was he saying what I was doing to him felt as good as what he was doing to me? Because it was making me feel wonderful everywhere. It was breathtaking, incredible, magical, that he could just reach out and touch me, with such a sure hand, and drive me crazy.
I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft, marveling at how small and white my hand seemed against the fierce, strong length of him.
"Harder," he whispered.
I squeezed my hand a little harder, and began to stroke up and down the way he taught me.
He moaned.
A wonderful, warm, liquid feeling started in my chest and filled up my whole torso.
Victory.
I pumped faster and faster, and his cock felt like a caged monster, independent of both of us, yet connected to both of us, ferocious, powerful, and alive.
I looked at him. He was gritting his teeth and looking at me like I was the most fantastic girl in the world.
Up and down, up and down.
I fell into a nice, beating rhythm.
I leaned over and very tentatively licked the interesting looking part just under the head. He arched up off the mattress.
And it seemed perfect. The world was perfect.
His words were ground out, strained. "Stop, baby, stop. Or I won't last."
I stopped. He rolled on top of me. He kissed me. If our kisses before were great, this one was positively galaxy moving.
"What do you want now, pretty baby?" he asked when he came up for air.
"I want to do it," I said quietly. "I want you inside me."
He looked concerned. "You sure?"
"So sure."
Still he waited a second. I thought maybe he would reject me.
"Please J.L. I need you."
"Okay," he said softly. He reached over into the bedside table, and the twist of the movement pushed the weight of his pelvis further down on top of me.
He rolled off me, ripped open the condom with his teeth, and quickly rolled it down over himself. Well that was interesting.
He rolled back on top of me.
"Do we need a towel under me?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I don't care about the sheets, I don't want to get up and leave you. Not even for a second."
I smiled up at him.
"You can still change your mind, you know," he said.
I shook my head.
"Bend your knees, sweet star, I think it will be easier."
I did.
I expected him to surge into me in one violent thrust, but he didn't. Not even close.
Instead he cradled my head and cuddled it into his neck.
"Baby," he said. "Baby, baby, baby, baby. This is a precious gift you're giving me. Don't think I don't know it. I know it." His voice turned reverent. "I'm honored."
"I'm not giving you a gift. You're giving me one. You're doing all the work."
He laughed, one loud burst. He shook his head slightly, I felt it against the top of mine. I kissed his neck.
"Are you stalling? Worried?" I asked.
"No," he said. But I couldn't tell if that was really a yes.
I tensed, waiting.
He took my hand, and with both of our hands together, reached between us and put our hands on his cock.
Oh God. Here it comes. I've heard this can really hurt.
But he didn't put his cock to my opening. Instead he rubbed the top of his cock higher, making tiny circles until he found the bud, and I arched off the mattress.
"That's it, sweet baby," he said in a breathy voice.
He kept doing it until he drove me crazy.
I started to shake.
"That's it, baby, a little more."
My toes started burning. With pins and needles like I was losing all sensation.
"J.L.!" I yelled.
He moved his hand, and I felt the tip of the head slide easily into the pool of my slickness, and I prepared for the huge rip. My whole body tensed up and contracted.
"Easy, baby. Easy. Breathe for me."
I took a deep breath. Then another one. I wasn't sure it was helping.
"Grab onto my shoulders, sweetheart. Grab, really, really hard."
I did.
"Harder," he said. "Hurt me."
I clawed the top of his shoulders, digging my nails in as hard as he could.
Jean-Luc pushed in another inch, very slowly, completely controlled.
I squeezed even harder, starting to panic. I scrunched my eyes shut.
"Look at me, honey."
I did.
"Next time will be better. I promise. Relax for me."
I tried.
He pushed in another inch.
No rip.
He held there, letting my body adjust.
I squeezed around him, and he groaned.
"You're so beautiful, Marcy. So perfect. So fucking, incredibly tight."
He slid in a tiny bit more, and I felt a soft giving, a total opening, an acceptance.
I looked at him in wonder.
He pushed slowly, more, and then he was completely inside of me. I was filled with a feeling of strange fullness. It felt good. Weird, but good.
"There was no rip," I said, bewildered.
"Sometimes that happens," he said. "It just bends, gives, agrees, and then dissolves."
"Weird," I said.
He took one of my legs and hooked my thigh around his hip. "Miraculous."
He smiled down on me. His face was shining.
"Oh God, I need you," he said.
"No, you don't," I said automatically.
"It sure feels like it," he said.
I waited a bit. Was that it? No. In the movies he was supposed to move.
But he didn't. He caressed my cheek.
"I heard a rumor that when couples do it, there's some movement involved," I said.
He smiled. "I was just waiting until you were ready."
"Thought maybe I'd wait till tomorrow," I said. "Because this part feels so good already."
"It will be better next time, I promise."
"I wasn't being sarcastic," I said. "This part feels good."
He smiled again. "Let's see if we can make it feel better," he said in a husky voice.
Jean-Luc pulled out of me a tiny bit, and pushed back in.
"Oh," I moaned.
His smile got bigger.
He pulled out further, pushed back in.
"You okay?" he whispered.
"More than okay," I said back. Stupendous.
Jean-Luc started moving in earnest then, a slow, sensual, in and out rhythm. It was like he was massaging the inside of me, not just down there, but everywhere. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to it. Everywhere turned pink; I was floating on a see of cotton candy. My nipples ached.
I heard the sound of skin slapping against skin, and a quiet, a****listic 'unh' sound Jean-Luc was making with each stroke. The smell of sex bloomed up around us, my heat, and his sweat, and pheromones running wild.
He pulled my legs up higher.
His brows were pulled down tight. His shoulders bunched up under my hands.
"I'm trying to keep it controlled," he said, and he sounded like strain personified. "You deserve gentle."
"I'm okay. Good. Really good. Show me how you would do it if it weren't my first time."
He shook his head slightly. Sweat popped out on his temples.
I squeezed my muscles around him.
"Please," I said.
He bit his bottom lip. The concern was obvious in his eyes, but he took me at my word. He barreled into me harder. Faster.
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