“I don’t think you’re ready just yet.” He is panting in my ear and it’s turning me on even more.
“Huh? What do you mean?” I know I sound breathless. He must think I’m some stupid girl.
“As much as I’d like to fucking ram right into you, sweet girl, I don’t think your first time should happen that way.” I open my eyes wide. He’s never talked that way before. It’s not so much his words, but his tone of voice. It’s deeper and darker than before. I feel my lower body clench tight, and heat flushes me.
“But, I… Jack?” I agree with him. My first time shouldn’t be rushed. I wouldn’t want it to be rushed, but how else do first times happen?
“Trust me.” He looks into my eyes and all I can do is nod, wondering what he is going to do to my body because I feel waves of heat licking through me like errant flames of desire, building thicker and more out of control. Jack takes his hand and lets his fingers trace the lines of my face, his finger stopping at my lips and tracing around them. “Suck my finger, Edith.”
I open my mouth and he gently puts his finger inside. I begin to suck, using my teeth to softly graze the tip. I feel Jack move down and grab my bra, pulling the soft cup from my breasts, exposing me.
“What do you want, Edith? What do you need?” I can’t say anything. His finger is in my mouth and he’s added a second one. He licks my nipple and softly blows over it, the coolness making them hard and achy. I want him to know I like what he’s doing so I suck harder and moan in satisfaction. In response, Jack takes my nipple in his mouth and begins sucking it, much the same way I’m sucking his finger. Licking, biting, blowing. The rush of intense pleasure has me moaning loudly. Jack takes his fingers from my mouth and puts them at the edge of my panties, which feel soaking wet.
“That’s my girl.” Jack nudges my panties to the side, finding my folds wet and slippery. He pushes two fingers in. It’s tight, but feels so good. His thumb plays with my clit, rubbing juices over it, and I feel the building inside me. He goes back to my breast and sucks hard, almost painfully, while working his fingers inside me and coating my lips with my own fluid.
“What do you want, Edith? What do you need?” he asks me again. He stops the beautiful rhythm his fingers are creating. I’m hovering in that selfish need so deep, I don’t care what he does as long as I get what I want.
“I. Need. You.” I am not above begging at this point. I grab Jack’s briefs with one hand and pull them over his ass, grabbing the perfect twin globes in my palms. He pulls my panties down roughly, ripping them. Our legs tangle, we push and rid ourselves of the annoying barriers.
Frantic now, Jack brushes my messy hair back from my face, holding me there a moment. “Are you sure about this, Edith? Because I won’t stop.” He’s breathing heavy and I’m eager for him to continue.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I tug Jack by the hair and feel him push my legs apart, lifting my knees. Cool air drifts between them, but the chill only lasts a moment before I feel the hot head of his member push against me, finding purchase. “Oh god…” I tip my head back, feeling the pressure of him.
“I love you, Edith.” Jack pushes inside me and the slickness of my arousal makes his entry just eased enough for the first time. I try to accommodate him, but his size burns as he breaks my hymen swiftly, holding himself still. “Give it a moment, baby.” He peppers kisses everywhere but my lips. My legs stretch wide, and I wiggle to find a more comfortable place. That only causes Jack to groan deeply and pull out before pushing back in. I feel the beginning of a contraction that warmly washes over me.
“Jack?” I sort of had an idea what was happening to my body. I like what Jack is doing, even if it feels awkward and slightly uncomfortable. His declaration of love is not lost on me, but overwhelming all the same.
“Edith, you’re so tight and your pussy is milking me. I can’t stop to make it better for you this time. Oh god,” Jack grunts.
He withdraws again, then pushes further inside me. It hurts some, but feels good, too. Those little contractions happen all over again and I can’t stop myself from clutching him tighter as he begins moving back and forth inside me. A final grunt and Jack is releasing inside me. He is still semi-hard and it hurts when he pulls out, but it’s followed by a gush of our juices mixed together. He holds me in his arms and our heart rates slowly return to normal. I doze off and feel a faint kiss on my forehead as Jack gets up, covering me with the blanket.
Chapter Eight
Jack
Edith continues to sleep, clearly exhausted. I woke her up once more and took her again. She welcomed every thrust…taking me on top, riding me, and begging me for more. I would have taken her again, but my poor girl was recovering from being sick. I’d already forgotten a condom twice. I got so wrapped up in her, I forget to be responsible and I worry I’m making life more complicated for her. Now, looking at my phone, I see three missed calls from Amanda. I’d clearly fallen off the wagon. I feel like each time I have Edith, she is more and more mine.
My phone rings again. I dread picking it up. “Hello, Amanda.”
“Jack, why didn’t you answer my call? I’m back and I want to come by and see you. Aren’t you home?” she purrs into the phone and I wonder what, besides an easy lay and decent conversation, I saw in her? She uses me as much as I use her.
“Listen, Amanda, I’m sorry to do this, but things are just not what I thought they were.” I suppose I’m an asshole, but we had an understanding. Clearly this needs to end before it mixes with what I want to have with Edith.
“What are you saying, Jack? We had an arrangement.” I can hear her voice rise and know she is angry because she isn’t getting what she wants.
“I’m saying that I can’t do this anymore. I thought I wanted the causal arrangement we had, but I don’t.”
“Jack, if you want to marry me, all you have to do is propose.” Amanda laughs, causing me to wince. “I’d be happy to curtail my work and travel if you want a commitment from me.” She has a tone in her voice that probably sends most men running and screaming. She has been planning this, hoping for this.
“Amanda, I don’t want to marry you. I like you and I enjoyed our time together, but I don’t want to continue our relationship.”
“Oh, Jack. I get it. You need something different. Look, I’m going to London for a few weeks so when I get back, we’ll talk about this then.”
“Amanda, no.”
“Jack, I know you.” She pauses, drawling it out in her soft accent. “You need to think about this, so go and do that however and with whomever you need to. But know I’ll be calling you when I get back.” She hangs up and I dread her calling again. I’m not firm enough and I know it is going to come back to haunt me but, frankly, all I want to do is spend time with Edith.
I lay back down next to her, watching her breathe. The worry line that generally fixes her face when she is awake is smooth. For a moment, I wonder what she will look like in twenty or thirty years and, as much as I feel the love growing for her, I want to see if I can make the worry line less prominent in the years to come. Edith is so damn independent. I don’t know how I will convince her to permanently stay with me. She has one more semester of school after this one and if we get caught together, who knows what the consequences will do to her. I can handle the rumors, scandal, and bad press, but I can’t do that to Edith.