Surrendering (Surrender 1)

“It was just a freaking headache. Yeah it was horrible, but it’s over now and I’m fine.”

“Well in that case, talking is over.”

He rolls on top of me and scoots me up so we’re eye to eye. We’re so close that when I lick my lips I feel his ring. He parts his lips and breathes heavily. It’s like he’s breathing his breath into me and I can’t stop myself from pushing forward, forcing my mouth on his. He rolls us again so I’m on top of him. His hands rub my scalp and he presses his whole body into mine. I feel every inch of him grind into me and I moan. He breaks the kiss long enough to stare into my eyes. “Please tell me I’m not imaging this?”

“You’re not imagining this.”

He goes back to kissing me, but slowly moves his hands down my sides and skims both breasts at the same time. My body jerks from the electric shock running through me. I lift up slightly to pull the sleep shirt over my head and look directly down to him.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

I blush slightly, but don’t stop. I continue to kiss him, but move to my side so he can hover over me and take his time exploring my body. I run my hands down his abs and rest my fingertips against the top of the shorts. Now is when I get shy. He feels me hesitate and stops.

“We’re taking this slow. I’m hard as a fucking brick, but we aren’t doing anything you aren’t ready for.”

I nod slightly, but I have to tell him something. I softly say, “Just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I’m a nun. It’ll take some time to lead up to sex, but this feels right. Please don’t stop.”

He looks at me skeptically, but lowers to kiss my neck. He drops down to lick and suck on my taut nipples, sending my body into overdrive. I can’t think straight, but I know I want to feel him. Moving my fingertips, I slip past the elastic waistband and gasp when I touch him.

He chuckles against my breast, but doesn’t stop. He sucks one into his mouth and massages the other one gently. Since he doesn’t say anything, I know he wants me to say it.

“What the hell is that?”

He gets up on his elbows and moves over me. At this point my hand is still gripping the tip of him and I can’t stop running my fingers back and forth.

“Well, my dear, it’s called a dick, or a cock, or a penis. It’s the part of the male anatomy…”

I cut him off and start laughing, “I know that you idiot, but what is the metal ball?”

“It’s an apradravya.”

“You have your penis pierced? Oh my God, didn’t that hurt?”

“Yes and yes.”

“Why would you do that if it hurt?”

“One day I’ll show you why I did it. We gonna keep talking about my apa, or are we going to get back to the good stuff?”

I’m more interested in the good stuff so I lightly squeeze him and peck his lips. He lowers back over me and resumes his assault on my swollen nipples. At this point my panties are soaked. I want to feel all of him so I run my palm over his swollen head and continue down. He’s hot and I feel him pulsing. Then I take in the fact that the whole length of my hand has covered him and I still haven’t gripped the whole thing. Well, this may be a problem. Is it appropriate to interrupt foreplay to tell your potential boyfriend that you are certain he’ll never fit in you? Because I’m pretty sure he won’t like that fact.

He must feel my hesitation because he stops and rolls us to our sides again.

“You okay? Should we stop?”

Shit, way to ruin the moment, “No, I just realized something.”

“What?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Raven, you have your hand down my pants and I left a hickey on your tits. I think you can say anything you want to.”

“Well, I wanted to feel all of you and my hand isn’t even big enough. I don’t think you’ll fit in me.”

He grins and leans down to my ear and whispers, “Raven, when we get to that point, I’ll make you so wet for me that it’ll fit all the way inside you. I’ll slide every inch into you while listening to you sigh my name in satisfaction. Don’t worry about it because just like everything else so far, I think we’ll be a perfect fit.”

I’m not sure I can take anymore. I start to stroke him and feel the moisture bead at the tip. I run a finger over the silver ball and scrape my nails hard over his entire length.