Chapter 6

6

LUCKY

F or the past twenty years, I’d kept a condom in my wallet. It was tucked away in a special pocket. Not the same condom, of course. I made a point to replace it every six months or so, telling myself I was going to get back out there, but I never did.

Tonight, though, I was grateful to have it on hand. I’d bought the essentials when I went to Adairsville earlier that day—a few changes of clothes, some underwear, a toothbrush… But it hadn’t occurred to me that I might need protection.

I set the condom on the bedside table and climbed beneath the sheets, naked, and waited for Georgia to emerge from the bathroom. For the first time since my actual first time, I was nervous about making love to a woman.

The stakes were high. Not because it was her first time and I wanted to make it special for her. No, that was a high stake too, but the biggest reason for my nervousness was that I wanted this to be the first of a lifetime for the two of us. I wanted to make it so incredible, she wouldn’t want to make love to anybody else for the rest of her life.

The door to the bathroom opened, and light spilled out into the dark room. Georgia stopped in the doorway, her figure framed by the light behind her, and my breath caught in my chest. Every curve and slope of her figure was highlighted. It was like staring at a beautiful piece of artwork.

The only problem was I couldn’t see her face, and that was the most beautiful part of her.

“I’m nervous,” she said.

Her honesty wrapped itself around me like a warm blanket. I wanted her to feel free to open up to me about anything. Fears, disappointments…all of it. But more importantly, I wanted to be the person who held her hand through the rough spots in life.

“Come over here,” I said.

My voice had a strange tone to it. It was gruff, almost. But that was what wanting her had done to me.

I lifted the covers and she flipped off the bathroom light before tiptoeing across the floor toward me. A little light spilled in from the curtain-covered windows, but it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to see her in detail. Every inch of that gorgeous body.

When she climbed beneath the covers, though, I saw a benefit to the darkness. I’d go by feel. I’d map out every curve with my hands and my tongue and my mouth. And the next time, we’d make love in the daylight.

I was kissing her before she even had the covers tucked into place. My hand went to her back, tugging her toward me, and ran my hands over her curves, taking in the way her waist spilled into more than generous hips.

After only a half minute or so of kissing, though, I had to taste her. I rolled her onto her back and planted kisses over her chest, running my tongue over each nipple. She cried out, arching her back, and my hands settled onto her hips to steady her as I used my knees to part her legs to kiss my way down her stomach.

My finger was inside her before I even got to the area between her thighs. She was even wetter than before—something I wouldn’t have thought possible.

She let out a gasp as I filled her with my finger, then touched my tongue to her clit. I began moving over it in a pattern just as before, already sensing what she liked. Her hips began moving, and even in the darkness, I could see her hands sliding upward to cup her own breasts. I had to close my eyes when she started running her fingers over her nipples. That sight alone could make me come, and I needed to hold out for her.

Instead, I focused on her. I wouldn’t just show her how good it felt to have a man bring her to orgasm. My plan was to show her more love than she’d ever imagined.

When her back arched again, I knew she was on the brink. She went very quiet, and then let out a loud “Oh” that lasted several seconds. I didn’t let up until her back lowered again, the sound of her rapid breathing filling the room.

I raised my head and looked at her, taking in the sleepy smile and droopy eyelids. But instead of closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, she motioned for me to come toward her. And that was exactly what I did.

“Just a second,” I said.

She watched as I ripped open the condom packet and slid it onto my erect cock. I positioned myself at her entrance, but there was a smile on her face.

“I like watching you do that,” she said.

I frowned down at her. “Do what?”

“Touch yourself.”

I looked down. My hand was wrapped around my shaft. Not stroking, just holding. Smiling, I gave it a few long strokes for good measure.

“Mmm,” she said. “Now get down here and fuck me.”

I sucked in a deep breath. She could talk dirty to me any time she wanted. I loved hearing those words from her sweet mouth.

“Let’s take our time and find an angle that feels right,” I said.

This would hurt. There was no way around it. But whatever I could do to make it easier for her, I’d do.

“How do we do that?” she asked.

Her eyes were wide as she stared up at me. Gone were the sleepy smile and droopy eyelids. She was alert and ready to tackle this.

“Trust me?” I asked.

She nodded without even hesitating for a second, and again I felt that warm blanket around me. I’d never let her down. That would be my new goal in life.

“Like this,” I said, lifting her left leg a little. “Tell me when it hurts.”

Without saying a word, I knew exactly when the pain started. It was written all over her face—I could see it even in the near dark. Just the hint of a wince that I knew she was trying with all her might to hold in.

“How about this?” I asked, shifting her leg upward slightly.

Her eyes squeezed closed and she shook her head. I pushed it back toward the bed a few inches and she nodded.

“It’s not pain as much as pressure,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s…I can’t describe it.”

“Uncomfortable?”

She gave a nod. “Definitely uncomfortable. But I can handle it. I want to push past this so next time…”

No. That wasn’t acceptable. This time would be pleasurable for her too. I’d make sure of it.

“Try something?” I asked.

Her eyes popped open, not quite as wide as they’d been seconds ago. “What’s that?”

“Touch yourself,” I said. “Like I was touching you by the fire. Just slide your hand between us and…”

I didn’t even have to finish the sentence. She did exactly as I suggested, sliding her hand between us and over her stomach toward that sweet, tight pussy. When her eyes closed, I knew she was at least feeling a little something besides discomfort. That was good enough for me.

But I was overly cautious as I inched inside her, staying close to her entrance as I did my best to loosen her up. I’d never been with a virgin, so I had no idea how to make it easier for her, but going on instinct seemed to be working out just fine.

“You can go deeper,” she said as her hips began moving. The movement was slight, but I noticed it right away. “It’s getting easier.”

Was the pain getting easier or was she just distracted by what her own touch was doing to her? I hoped a little bit of both because it sure was starting to feel good to me. Her warmth surrounded me, hugging my shaft as I slid in and out of her. If I let myself, I could get carried away by the feel of those slick folds surrounding me. But I had to wait.

“Do you think you can come for me, Georgia?” I asked.

Her eyes widened again and she nodded. “I like when you say my name. Can you…?”

“What?”

“Talk dirty to me?”

She seemed almost ashamed to ask the question, but it went straight to my erection. Talking dirty to her wouldn’t make it any easier to hold out, but if it brought her to orgasm quickly, it would be good for both of us.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I said, cringing at my own lack of experience with this stuff. “I want you to come all over my hard cock.”

“Mmm,” she said.

It was working. I sucked at dirty talk, but as long as she thought it was hot, that was all that mattered.

“I’d love for you to be on top next time,” I said. “Riding me, those gorgeous tits bouncing with your movements. I’ll lick and suck your nipples as you cry out. I’ll come inside you and make you mine.”

That last part could’ve destroyed the moment. It just flew out of my mouth. I was wearing a condom, so it wasn’t like filling her with my cum would make her mine. And what if she wasn’t looking for a long-term commitment? The words could scare her off.

But instead of throwing her off, it seemed to push her over the edge. She arched her back and cried out in that way that told me she was coming. I’d already gotten to know her signals, and this was only the third time I’d made her come. There would be so, so many more.

“Get on your back,” she said before I even realized her orgasm was complete. Her back lowered to the bed again and she patted the empty mattress next to her. “I’m going to make your fantasy come true.”

It took me a second to realize that she’d interpreted my dirty talk as my fantasy. That worked for me, though. I smiled as I pulled out, gripping the condom at its base to keep it in place, and rolled onto my back on the unused pillow next to us. She was hovering above me within seconds,the dim light just bright enough to highlight her curves.

I helped her guide my erection inside her, then waited as she got used to me. She didn’t take me in too deep, and that was fine. Right now, I could come just rubbing my tip along her slick entrance. Being inside her was a bonus.

She leaned forward, putting a hand on either side of my head on the pillow, which gave my mouth access to her nipples. I took one in my mouth, then the other, lavishing them with attention, her soft moans making me wonder if I could give her a fourth orgasm.

But I couldn’t hold out that long. I already felt the pressure building as my body begged for a release. I grabbed her ass and guided her movements as she bounced faster and faster on me, finally rising above and putting both hands on my chest to balance herself.

I couldn’t take my eyes off those tits, which bounced with each of her movements. Soon, we’d do this in the daylight so I could see every square inch of her. Maybe tomorrow morning before she had to go to work.

Finally, I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I closed them as my orgasm raced through my body, my cock throbbing as I came.

When I was spent, I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her. Eventually, she moved off me and settled into my arms. My plan was to clean up and toss the condom in the trash, but I couldn’t seem to bring myself to move. But as I drifted off to sleep, I told myself when I woke up, I’d sneak out of bed, clean up, then come back and start all over again.