By the time he removed his shirt, I was salivating. For a white-collar kind of guy, he was built like a sports god. Rock-hard abs and biceps that made me wet.
But when he flicked the button on his pants, I lost my breath. I’d felt him, but hadn’t seen him yet. I had no experience to know when he unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free, as he had no underwear on, how to judge the size. It was enormous to me. But then again, any penis would probably look daunting. His single digit finger had felt like a tight squeeze. I couldn’t imagine anything bigger inside me.
“Tell me no, Jilly. For your own good, tell me no.”
My squeaky “Yes” had come out unsteadily. I swallowed and tried again. “Yes.”
His control gone, he prowled onto the bed, crawling up my body, caging me in. I looked up at him, wondering how this could be real. Dreams didn’t come true and Eddie McCabe had always been way out of my league. He dated girls who looked like models. He and my sister would have made a perfect couple. But they’d always insisted they were only friends.
Dark, sweet sensations rippled over my body as he touched a nipple with the tip of his tongue. That one movement had me tightening my thighs in anticipation. I arched up, needing more contact, his hot mouth suckling. I splayed my hand on his chest. Not to push him away, but to touch him almost in the same way he was touching me. He groaned as my fingertips found his nipple.
His body ground against me. My need was already at a fiery pitch. I was an inferno of emotion and desire. The anticipation was becoming too much.
My vision went unfocused as his hand parted my intimate spot, wedging my legs open to test my readiness.
“This is going to hurt a little.”
I didn’t care. It would be worth it if only this was real. But was it real? Would it hurt in my dreams?
There was no time to wonder. He leg was there, making space for him to settle between mine. The stars in my eyes collided into a sharp prick of pain as he worked himself inside. I gasped and called out his name.
“Oh God, Eddie.”
He kissed away the pain, holding there above and deep inside me. I clung to his shoulders, digging my nails in, hoping sex was better than this as a tear left the corner of my eye.
“Don’t cry. I promise it will get better.”
For that second, I didn’t believe him. Then his hand was moving down my body, caressing my breasts and lower still to that junction box of nerves that was magic. As he stoked it with his fingers, it cast all the pain away and another type of fire built inside me. When I moaned, he began to move. It ached a little at first, but he knew exactly how to take the pain away.
Slow at first, my legs fell apart from where I’d had them clenched at his sides. His kiss left a trail down my neck and back to my breast. He seemed to really like them more than I expected. His hand curved around my back and lifted my hips and he went deeper inside me, which didn’t seem possible. At the same time, his cock stroked over a nerve that bowed my back even more.
“That’s it. Let go.”
All the tension left my body as the mother of all orgasms flooded my nerve endings. I cried out, which seemed to spur him on. His rhythm went wild as he bucked a few more times until I felt his hot seed spill inside me.
As with everything that night, I let the idea that we hadn’t used a condom go. What would it matter? It was only a dream.
His heavy weight collapsed on me only for a second as he rolled us over. I ended up halfway sprawled over his body, our hearts beating wildly.
“Are you okay?”
The tenderness in his voice melted any doubts I had. I bit my lip before nodding. Then I voiced my agreement.
“Great, actually.”
“Get some rest, Jilly. I’m not done with you yet.”
His words lulled me to sleep, yet things were different when I woke up.
Chapter Three
The beautiful eyes I’d fallen asleep to were filled with remorse when awoke.
“Eddie,” I whispered as if prayers had wings.
In reply, he pulled away, rolled his legs off the side of the bed, and let his back face me.
The marching band in my head felt like a solo concert. Yet, it was obvious now I hadn’t been the only one under the influence of too much alcohol.
“Eddie,” I said again, but this time as a call to action.
We needed to talk, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear what he had to say.