“Oh god, no thanks.” She shuddered. “Your brother—ugh. He gives me the creeps.”
“He has that effect on some people.” I shrugged. “I don’t think he’s ever going to grow up either.”
“Why would he? Your Dad still gives him an allowance.” She rolled her eyes. “Okay, so Gerard—is it serious?”
“I think it might be. We’ve been on a couple of dates.” I chewed my lip nervously. “He—wants more though.”
“Rachel Lawson! Are you going to get your cherry popped finally?” She giggled and didn’t even try to suppress her grin.
“Maybe…” I grimaced, but my face spread into a huge smile.
Later that day
I was on my way to meet Gerard for our third date, and things had been moving fast. He took me to a theme park for our first date and even managed to get me on a roller coaster—something I had always been afraid to try. Our second date was a little less crazy. He took me to a nice restaurant for dinner, and then we went to see a live performance of Wicked—which I’m not sure he was entirely into, but I definitely enjoyed it. The third date was going to be more intimate—dinner at his place. That probably meant the setting wasn’t the only private thing he had in mind. He kissed me at the end of our first date—and the kiss at the end of our second date lasted a lot longer. Both times, I was the one that pulled away before it could turn into more than a kiss—both times I saw the desire in his eyes. He was incredibly attractive and a genuinely nice guy. I wanted to believe that was enough, and I was rapidly falling head-over-heels. I just didn’t want it to be a mistake.
“You’re early.” Gerard opened the door and smiled. “Wow, you look beautiful.”
“You say that every time you see me.” I nervously pushed my hair behind my ear.
“And it’s always the truth.” He took my hand and pulled me into his arms.
Gerard crushed my lips beneath his immediately, and my body reacted to the kiss. My own desires were telling me that it was okay to let him go further—to let him take my virginity. I still hadn’t told him that I was a virgin. I wasn’t sure how to really say it—but I was going to have to if things heated up between us—especially if I decided that I wanted to spend the night.
Luckily, I got a temporary respite when a buzzer sounded in the kitchen, and he was forced to tend to the meal he was making. I took off my coat, sat down on the couch, and tried to stop my head from spinning. Gerard offered me a glass of wine, and I sipped it slowly while I waited for him to finish making dinner. When everything was ready, I joined him in the dining room and was surprised to find out he was a damn good cook.
“This was so good.” I looked down at my empty plate. “I haven’t had a meal like this—in years.”
Since my mother passed—God rest her soul.
“I hope you saved room for dessert.” He reached for my plate as he stood.
“I don’t know…” I was already beyond stuffed.
“It’s nothing fancy, just some ice cream in a bowl.” He chuckled. “Maybe a few sprinkles on top.”
“Okay, you had me at ice cream.” I suppressed a giggle as he walked into the kitchen.
The ice cream was excellent—even if I was full, from dinner. We moved back to the living room after we were done, and Gerard’s lips found mine immediately. There was a hunger in his kiss—a primal desire for more than just my lips. I was feeling it too, and when he started kissing my neck, I felt my inhibitions wavering. He really was a great guy—I wanted to trust him. I wanted to give him my innocence—but I had to tell him first. He pushed me back against the couch and started to ravage my mouth with tongue, crushing my lips before I had a chance to say anything. His hands were on my body, and they felt perfect. One of his hands moved down to my thigh—and then it started moving underneath my dress. He slid his hand all the way to my panties before I even had a chance to really process what he was doing. His touch made the desire flood my system—overloading every bit of caution until I was squirming underneath him.
“Wait.” I put my hands on my shoulders and pushed him back.
“Don’t you want me?” He leaned forward and kissed my neck, dragging his lips up to my ear. “I want you…”
“I want you too, but there’s something you need to know.” I gasped and exhaled sharply. “I’ve never done this before—I’m a virgin.”
“I don’t care.” His lips never left my ear. “I still want you.”
That was the last barrier I had between my innocence and what he wanted—except my hymen. Gerard scooped me into his arms, and our eyes stayed locked together as he carried me to the bedroom. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once as he unzipped my dress and pulled it off my body. The need in his eyes—it was the most alluring thing I had ever seen. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and my panties were saturated with my virgin lust. He removed my bra and started kissing my breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipples, and turning them too hard nubs against his tongue. He left them longing for his kiss as his lips moved lower—and then his hands were wrapped around my panties. He pulled them down my thighs, down my calves, and then they were on the floor. His lips kissed along my thighs until I felt the heat of his breath against my wetness. A single flick of his tongue against my clit made my whole body tense up and course with pleasure.
“Oh god, that feels good.” I moaned, and my back arched.
“I’m going to take good care of you.” He pushed my thighs apart. “You’ll always remember this night—and it’ll be the best one of your life.”
Gerard’s tongue started to circle my clit, and after the hard bundle of nerves reacted to his touch, he slid his tongue down to the entrance of my pussy. I felt his tongue go inside me until it was pushing against my hymen. Everything he did felt amazing, and the pleasure was unlike anything I had experienced before. I melted into the moment—I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay in his bed—and in his arms. It was where I belonged—with the most amazing man I had ever met. His tongue slid back to my clit, and then he started to circle it faster than he had the first time. The pleasure made my heart beat hard in my chest while every nerve in my body was ignited by his tongue. He kept his tongue moving until I felt the pressure inside my body—an impending orgasm simmering beneath the surface.
“You’re gonna make me come…” I moaned and felt my nails dig into his shoulder as my muscles tensed up.
His tongue kept moving, and the pressure kept getting more intense. The orgasm that was simmering beneath the surface began to heat up. I was definitely going to come, and it felt like it was going to be a big one. My back arched, my toes curled, and then I felt the pleasure roar through my body with more ferocity. The pressure began to release, shooting current of bliss coursing through my veins. My mouth opened wide and I let out a loud gasp, followed by a squeal when the peak sent waves of euphoria crashing into my soul. The peak lasted longer than it ever had when I was pleasuring myself—a prolonged eruption of ultimate nirvana. When my body finally began to relax, I felt like I had seen what heaven looked like—and I wanted more. I was eager for it—the need was burning inside me like a lit match that tasted the fire for the very first time wanted to smolder until there was nothing, but ashes left.