Knocking Her Up

“Are you nervous, sunshine?” I ask, letting my fingers trail down the curve of her neck. Jo’s breathing is ragged, her shirt is showing deep cleavage and it allows me to watch her breasts move with each breath—I can’t seem to tear my attention away from the fucking amazing show. Her nipples are hard and poking against the fabric of her shirt. Just seeing her like this, hungry to be fucked, hungry to belong to me, makes my balls ache and my cock is so hard it wouldn’t surprise me if the damn thing ripped through my jeans.

“A little. I… I’ve not done this kind of thing before, Cooper.”

“What kind of thing?” I press, loving that I’m going to be her first man… loving that I will be the only man for her.

“Had sex.” She swallows. “I haven’t done anything like this.” She sounds so nervous. “I’m making a mess of this,” she says with a sigh.

“What we’re going to do, Jo, is not just sex.”

“Cooper, you don’t have to—”

“You’re special, Jo. What we do together is special.”

“I know,” she answers, but I’m not sure she does. It’s my duty to show her, and I will…

“Take your shirt off for me,” I order, taking a step away from her.

“Oh.” The way she’s so nervous about all of this is endearing, but also makes me feel like fucking laughing out loud. That’s what Jo does to me. I’m so turned on my cock is throbbing and yet I’m happy and want to laugh too. If I needed another sign to show me that she’s different, that she truly matters, that would be it.

She pulls her shirt up, whipping it over her head. Instead of throwing it to the floor, she gathers it up against her chest and hides her breasts from me. I take my shirt off and hold it by the tips of my fingers.

“Let yours go and I’ll let mine go too. We’ll do this together.”

Slowly, so slowly I almost wonder if she’s actually going to do it, she holds her shirt out and then lets it fall to the floor. I do the same—although much quicker. She’s wearing a black silk bra; the cups are thin and her nipples are clearly visible. I can’t wait to get it off of her, but first her pants need to be gone.

I go for my belt and I undo it. Her gaze drops down to my hands and the tip of her tongue comes out to tease along her lip. She has no idea what she’s doing or how sexy she is right now. I pop the button on my jeans and pull on one side so the zipper gives way.

“Now your pants, Jo,” I tell her softly.

“We’re doing this together?” she asks.

“Together all the way, sweetheart,” I assure her.

She smiles at that, the promise seemingly putting her at ease—at least a little. She peels the pants off, revealing matching panties.

“Your turn,” she says.

“Not quite.”

“I… What do you mean?”

“I don’t have underwear on, sunshine. Which means you have more to take off before I get rid of my pants.”

“Oh… I… maybe we should turn the lights out?”

“No, baby. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don’t want either of us to forget what happens here tonight.”

“I wouldn’t forget, even if it was in the dark,” she argues stubbornly.

“Take your bra off, Jo.”

“You’re so demanding,” she grumbles and again I have to hold back my laughter. She has no idea just how demanding I plan on getting with her. “There!” she huffs, practically throwing the bra at me, while holding her arm over her breasts.

“Now those damn panties.”

“You don’t like my underwear?”

“I don’t like anything that keeps your pussy away from me, Jo.”

“Uh … I love lingerie so that might be a problem, Cooper.”

“No, it won’t,” I mutter with a sigh, because she’s still not taking those panties off. I move toward her and she backs up against the bed. I take another step and she tries to retreat again, but instead loses her balance as she bangs into the mattress and falls back. I grab her foot, lifting it to look at the heels she’s wearing. They’re sexy as fuck. “I want to fuck you in these, Jo. But not this first time.” I take them off while she’s holding her breasts tight to hide them from view. Her eyes are large and round with surprise.

I lean over her, covering her body with mine. I let her keep her arm over her breasts—at least for now. My attention is centered on those hot little black lace panties. They’re sexy, but they’re hiding what I want. I reach up and rip the flimsy fabric without much effort at all, tearing them from her body.

“Oh my God,” Jo gasps. “I really liked those panties.”