Chapter 6

Makenna was definitely not the innocent little virgin I'd met a decade ago. It would be ridiculous to assume she was. She'd be twenty-five years old now, so of course she'd slept with a guy or two.

But that wasn't how I knew she was no innocent. No one gave a blowjob like that on her first attempt.

I had to stop her, though, as I felt myself building toward orgasm. I knew I'd explode in her mouth if I didn't stop this.

But I pulled out so suddenly, it seemed to startle her. Her eyes popped open, and she looked up at me, her pretty little mouth still open. I longed to let her finish, but the desire to make her come was even greater.

"Your turn," I said, kneeling in front of her.

But first, I looped my hand behind her neck and pulled her toward me, giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Then I worked my way down to her chest, sliding my tongue over each of her nipples until she threw her head back and gasped.

As I worked, I moved my hand up her thigh, finding her wet slit and sliding my fingers inside. She was tight—so tight and warm and wet. I couldn't wait to slide my cock into her.

I lifted my head and looked at her. "Lay down for me."

She did exactly that, lying flat on her back on the weight bench. I nudged her legs farther open and touched my tongue to her clit, flicking over it until she gasped. Then I moved her legs to my shoulders, both to make her more comfortable and to improve the angle. But she didn't even seem to notice, she was so caught up in what I was doing to her—how it was making her feel.

I might not be her first, but I was going to be her best. In fact, I wanted to be her last. Once I claimed this pussy as mine, no other man would touch it. I didn't care if it meant uprooting my entire life to be here with her. I never wanted to leave this woman's side again.

She reached up and gripped both sides of the bench as she gasped and sighed and did everything she could to suppress the amount of noise she made. I wanted to pick her up and take her back to her place, where we both could make love without worrying about being caught. But right now, I'd finish what we started.

When finally she came, she was quiet, but her entire body trembled as her pussy throbbed. I kept going until she relaxed, then sat up and looked at me with a seductive smile.

"Are you going to fuck me or what?"

My breath caught at her words. There was something about that sweet face—those innocent eyes combined with those words. It did something to me. Something I'd never experienced before.

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

Rising to my feet, I looked down at her. She nodded, sitting straight up, those big eyes taking in my still rock-hard erection. It was hard for her, and it would stay hard until I finally got my release. Even then, I'd probably have a permanent erection every time Makenna was around.

"Stand up," I said.

She did exactly that, and the thrill that went through me had everything to do with the fact that she trusted me. She had no idea why she was standing. She just knew she was in good hands.

I'd make it a point to honor that trust. To take care of her every day for the rest of her life.

"I want to try something," I said.

I positioned myself on the weight bench, my shoulders just below the area where the barbell would normally rest. Someone had set it against the wall, leaving a gap where my head was.

Makenna didn't move, simply standing there with a confused expression. She probably wondered if I planned to work out. A workout was definitely what I had planned. Only this type of workout was far more fun than anything involving weights.

"Come around here," I said. "I need you to spot me."

I stared up at the empty spot where a barbell should have been. I waited only a few seconds before Makenna filled that spot, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting that sweet pussy again.

"Come closer," I said. That was when she seemed to get what I had planned. "I can't...do that again, can I?"

I'd reached for her, putting a hand on either thigh. My plan was to urge her toward me, but now I paused.

"Do what?" I asked. "Orgasm?"

"Twice in a row," she said.

She looked around the room, like the answer might be somewhere in the gym equipment. The panic on her face made me wonder if she was having second thoughts.

"You've never had multiple orgasms?" I asked.

"I've never had one." She looked down at me. "Well, until a few minutes ago."

Now I was staring up at her in full disbelief. What assholes had she slept with? None of them could take a few minutes to make sure she was satisfied?

"Looks like we need to make up for some lost time," I said. "Step forward a little."

She not only did that, but she spread her legs too. It took some maneuvering, but soon enough, her body was in position, and I was once again licking her toward orgasm. My dick grew harder with each gasp and sigh.

"Touch yourself," she said between sighs. "I want to see you stroke your cock."

I could've come with those words alone. Just hearing her say the word "cock"…it was about the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced. I did as she said, wrapping my right hand around my erection and pumping in time with the strokes of my tongue.

"Oh my God," she breathed. "That's so…hot. Yes. Keep doing that."

It took her a little longer this time, and I had to stop stroking toward the end to keep from coming, but it was all worth it. Her legs trembled beneath my hands, which by then were on either side of her thighs.

Finally, with a long breath, she stepped away and came around to the side of the weight bench. "Do I just climb on?"

The uncertainty in her question reminded me that even if she was older and more experienced than she'd been the last time I saw her, I was the one leading things here. As she grew more comfortable with me, that would change. She'd find her own inner seductress and lean into it. That's how it played out in my fantasy, anyway.

I sat up and looked around. Sex on a weight bench sounded good, but I was too big to comfortably fit on it.

"I have a better idea." I pushed myself to my feet. "Follow me."