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Chapter 16
One rainy Saturday, Jen hung out at Ryan's house. He'd gotten his license
the Thursday before, and picked her up himself. He felt so free all of a
sudden. One of his mom's friends was over, and had brought her newborn
with her. Karen was cooing and dying over the little boy. Jen gasped and
did the same as soon as she walked in and saw the baby. She got to hold
him, and was in heaven.
Ryan teased them, imitating them. "But it is a cute baby, though," he
added.
"Why don't you hold him?" suggested the baby's mom. "Oh, no! I might drop
him!" he protested. "Ryan, you don't even fumble the football. You're not
going to drop the baby!" insisted Jen.
"Well, okay..."
He gingerly took the small bundle, which smelled like formula, in his
arms. He stared down at it in awe. He smiled down at the sleeping baby.
Sitting on the couch, he gently touched the tiny hands, feeling its satiny
skin. "It's so small..." he breathed.
Jen watched as he leaned over and softly kissed the baby's cheek. She
nearly burst into tears from the breathtaking sight. Her maternal
instincts, which were already going in mock speed from the baby's
presence, went crazy watching this. He's gonna be such a good daddy, she
thought. He looked up at her staring at him, with that same look on her
face she had when she had held the baby. He smiled at her. "I betcha I was
this cute." She laughed. "You still are."
He grinned at her, then gave the baby back to its mom, who was about to
leave, when his brother came in the room.
"Hey Robby," he said, getting up. "Did you take my GameGear?"
"Yeah, I borrowed it."
"Well, give it back," he said in an annoyed tone. "I can't. I left it at
school."
"You took it to school?" Ryan demanded angrily. "What if it got stolen,
you dumbass?"
"Well, it didn't."
"What's the matter with you? I didn't say you could take it you little
brat!"
"Fuck you," he said.
"Robby!" yelled his mother.
Ryan took off after his brother, who fled with a wail of terror, chasing
him into the rec room where he soon began pounding him, as all older
brothers do. Jen ran after them. Robby burst into tears. Only ten, he was
no match for his brother.
"Mom!" he cried.
Ryan pinned him to the couch, pulling his ears and kneeling him in the
legs.
"Ahhhhh!" Robby screamed.
"Ryan! Leave him alone!" commanded Jen, who was quite amused, but felt
sorry for Robby.
"Asshole! Get off me!" sobbed Robby, desperately flailing underneath him.
Ryan flicked his cheek, and he screamed again for his mom.
Karen came in, yelling. She wasn't in the best mood anyway, babies always
did that to her. "Get off your brother!" she snapped. "Or you can't have
the car tonight!"
"What the hell?" Ryan demanded, climbing off Robby with one final smack.
"He started it! He took my video game without asking. Didn't you hear what
your son said to me?" he asked angrily.
"Well, it's not your job to punish him, now is it?" "Oh, like you were
gonna do it! He's such a brat." "Ryan, just never mind," she snapped
exasperatingly. "Come on, Ryan," said Jen, pulling him away before he got
into a big fight with his mom. "Come on, it's okay," she said, dragging
him down the hall.
He complained about the unfair treatment. He threw his books off his bed
and laid down, saying, "I'd better get the car tonight or I'm gonna be
pissed!" Jen locked the door behind her, then climbed on the bed next to
him, rubbing his shoulders and saying, "You already are pissed!" She
changed the subject. "You liked holding the baby? You looked so cute..."
He smiled, remembering, his temper cooling. "Yeah it was just so small! I
was scared I was going to drop it. It was so cute!" he said, using the
same tone Jen and his mom had when fawning over the baby. Jen threw her
arms around him and squeezed him. "You're gonna be such a good daddy,
Ryan," she whispered, gazing into his eyes, her own shining. "Of course,"
he bragged. He looked mad again. "Man, if Robby were my son, God!" he
said, making a face. "Calm down," she said, kneeling between his legs. He
made another face. "I know, it just really pisses me off. God, I'm so
pissed!"
She laid down and kissed his stomach. She kissed him between his legs,
over his clothes, while he stared at her. Giving him a naughty look, she
undid his jeans and pulled his soft dick out.
She kissed the tip gently, saying again softly, "Calm down..."
He stared down at her, surprised, as she took him in her mouth. He gasped
at the sensation, the incredible warmth. He pushed his pants down further
to give her better access, and melted back into the bed as she began to
pleasure his most sensitive area with her mouth. She licked all around the
red head, her tongue swirling around his ridge. She ran her tongue down to
his balls slowly. She poked them with her tongue and he groaned, "Ohhh..."
She licked them, pushing them around in the sack, her nose rubbing against
the underside of his cock.
His dick completely hard now, she had to scoot up to reach the head, which
she sucked in her mouth. She tried to remember everything she had ever
seen in a porno. But she went on instinct too, enjoying his taste in her
mouth.
He gasped again, as her soft wet tongue rubbed the ridge on the head. He
said her name, not actually believing it was actually happening. God, he
couldn't believe how good it felt. He wished it would never end. He lay
back, gripping the comforter in his hands, his breathing rapid.
Her lips slid down its length, and the entire sensitive underside was
raked by her tongue. He reached for her face, touching her cheeks with his
numb hands. His face screwed up in pleasure, he groaned over and over. She
began moving her mouth up and down around it, trying to get to the base as
well without gagging. He lay his head back on his pillow, his eyes closed,
gasping.
She rubbed his shaft, concentrating her mouth on the pink head. She
flicked her tongue against it, licking the slit and dragging his precum
out onto her tongue. She slipped the head into her mouth, and sucked with
all her might. He cried out. She took in more, sucking still, trying to
stimulate him with her tongue at the same time. He groaned his pleasure.
Her hands gripped the base, her mouth still sucking, and massaged his
balls as they crept up towards his body. Whimpering, he rolled his head
back and forth against his pillow. He gripped her head as the pressure
built and built, and the warmth spread throughout out his lower body. He
gasped that he was going to cum. Swallow, oh baby please swallow, he
thought frantically. She considered jerking her mouth away, and finishing
him off by hand. But she didn't really want to do that. She wanted him to
cum in her mouth more than anything, she'd always wanted to taste it. Her
mouth kept going, sucking his cock up and down, faster and faster.
Throwing his head back, he gasped again as he climaxed, his body
convulsing as his mind swam. His dick had never been so sensitive, it
throbbed in her mouth. He shot into her what seemed like a gallon of cum,
it seemed to go on forever. He groaned her name, his hips thrusting
slightly towards her head.
She attempted to swallow every drop of his sweet liquid, it was sticky and
thick, but she managed to get it all down her throat. She sucked gently
some more, then wrapped her hungry mouth around his aching sack, kissing
and licking his balls. She sighed, in pleasure. Opening his eyes, he
stared down at her and pushed her hair out of her eyes. He watched as she
cleaned his twitching, oozing cock with her tongue. "Oh, Jen... Wow..." he
whispered, his voice cracking. She looked up at him, giving him another
smile. "Was that good?" she asked, crawling up to lay next to him. He
rolled his eyes back, saying, "Oh my God... Where'd you learn to do that?"
he asked in awe, hugging her tightly.
"Movies," she shrugged.
He laughed. "God, I love you."
"And I love you." She reached down for his softening cock. "And I love him
too!" she said in a high voice. "Well, I'll have to ask him, but I'm
pretty sure he sort of worships you!" Ryan laughed.
"You're very sweet," she told him, kissing his ear. "Literally!"
"Really?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," she said, kissing him so he could taste himself. He didn't
protest.
Chapter 17
As an early Christmas present, he got a new car from his parents, a blue
Ford Bronco. He was completely shocked, and Jen teased him. Her own
parents were completely clueless, she thought disgustedly, as Ryan started
driving down now to see her late at night, and she sneaked him in through
her side door. As soon as he walked into her room that first late night,
she pulled him onto her bed. They kissed, and she rubbed him through his
clothes. Laying on his back, she climbed onto him, kissing his neck and
rubbing against him. He pulled her shirt off, licking her nipples and her
ears. No words were spoken, it was all automatic. She sucked him until he
came, while he bit his lip so as not to scream. Still horny, he rolled
onto her and continued sucking her breasts, which had "exploded" as he had
said, since she started taking the pill. He slid down her naked body,
dragging the blankets with him as he started kissing her stomach, rubbing
her between her legs while she moaned softly.
He looked up at her, whispering, "Do you want me too?"
She nodded, and he responded by burying his face between her thighs. She
gasped as his virgin tongue went to work on her, licking up her juices and
sucking her tender inner lips. Writhing in pleasure, she started groaning
so much he had to shush her, to remind her her parents were down the hall.
Ryan thought he had never eaten something so delicious in all his life,
and his mind spun from her reactions to it. She arched her back, grinding
her sopping cunt into his mouth. He nearly came when she did that.
She couldn't believe the sensations. She wished it would never end. He
started sucking her clitoris. This pressure began building, this huge
pressure, and she thought she was going to burst. Her clit became
extremely sensitive, and hurt as he sucked it directly. Oh fuck, she
thought, suddenly scooting up against her headboard, away from him.
"What?" he whispered.
"Stop," she whispered back.
"Why?" he asked, not believing his ears. He was sure she hadn't cum yet.
"Because!" she said. She was relieved, once again sure she had control of
her bladder. She'd been petrified she was going to urinate. That would
have been horrible.
"You didn't cum!"
"Shit! I thought I was gonna piss," she whispered, shaking her head.
"No! You were gonna cum!" He was pretty sure anyway. What if she had
pissed though? Yuk!
The incredible pressure was gone. Her heart still pounded, but she felt
relieved. She lay back down on her side, pulling the blankets up to fight
the draft. He came up with them, pulling her to him and ki ssing her.
"Stay here tonight," she whispered. "I'll set my alarm so you can get up
early."
"Okay. Let me keep doing it," he suggested, annoyed slightly.
"No... Really."
He didn't argue, but led her hands to his hardon, which rubbed against
her. She gripped him, and rubbed him a few times. That was all he needed;
he shot cum all over both of them.
They laid in the dark, holding each other. "I liked doing it," he said,
though that was obvious. "Remember you said I might not like it? Well, I
do!" he whispered in her ear.
"That's good," she smiled. "I like you doing it too!"
Later that week they were in the hot tub, in his backyard. His family had
all gone shopping. It was almost evening, and starting to get chilly. But
they were hot of course, making out and fondling each other in the hot
water. They hadn't bothered with swim suits. He was between her thighs,
her legs clasped around his hips. His cock touched her clit, making her
gasp. It drooped lower, where it belonged. She didn't protest it being
there. She kissed him wildly still, her hands running through his wet
hair.
He pushed it forward, and the tip pressed into her. She didn't notice; it
felt nice, no pain at all. He thrust deeper. It didn't go in, because she
screamed from the pain of her hymen stretching, pushing him away from her.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"What? I thought you wanted it."
She rolled her eyes disgustedly at him, getting out of the hot tub and
wrapping the towel around her. Shivering, she snatched up her clothes and
hurried into the house. Ryan trailed after her, dripping water all over
the floor. "What? God, Jen! Don't be so pissed."
Drying off in his room, she wouldn't talk to him. Finally, he
took her clothes away and put them behind him, out of her reach.
"Give me my clothes!" she demanded.
"No. Don't be mad!" he ordered back.
"You give me my fucking clothes this minute!" she seethed.
"What's the matter?!? Come on, I'm really sorry. I thought you knew I was
gonna do it," he said honestly. She stared at him, wrapped in the towel.
"You think, after all this time, that I would want to do it--lose my
virginity--in the hot tub?" she demanded. "You must not know me that well,
do you?"
"I don't know. The hot tub's kinda nice." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Give me my clothes now." "No."
"Fine. I'll call my parents, and tell them to pick me up and bring me
clothes because you stole mine and won't give them back."
He looked at her. She looked at him. They both started to laugh at the
idea.
But she was still mad; she scowled at him. "Am I a jerk?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry."
"Whoopee."
"The hot tub isn't nice?"
"Not especially."
He gave her her clothes back.
She sighed, taking them. "Ryan, I said that when I wanted to do it, I'd
tell you so! And Ryan, I want it to be a special night. Not 'hurry up
because your parents will be home soon' type-thing. I thought you grasped
that concept by now."
"Oh. I- I guess I just got carried away." He walked over to his desk,
taking out a small package. He held it out to her.
"What's that?" she asked, fastening her bra. "It's for you."
She took it, opening it. It was a pair of gold earrings, expensive ones.
She stared at him. "What are these for?" "They're for you!"
"Thank you," she said automatically. "What are they for, though?"
He sighed. "They're not for anything. I just thought you might like them,
that's all. They match the necklace I gave you for our anniversary..."
"Oh, Ryan. They're beautiful, thank you. They're for Christmas?" she asked
suspiciously.
"No! They're not for anything I said!" he repeated, toweling off and
pulling some jeans on. "If they were for Christmas you would get them for
Christmas. I just thought you might like them, okay?" he asked, sounding
hurt.
"Okay. I do like them, I do."
"Good."
She felt guilty. She loved him so much. Why did she always have to fuck
up? She wanted him more than anything. She was just now realizing how
much.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Me too. Bad Ryan," he said, slapping his hand. He gave her a shy smile.
She kissed him.
"I wish I didn't have to go away for Christmas," she said, sitting on his
lap.
"Then don't. Stay here. You can stay with us, and come to the cabin again
this year."
"I wish I could, but there's no way my parents would let me. My Grandma
would freak, too."
"When are you getting back?" he asked.
"The day after New Years."
"Oh. We're coming back then too, I think." "Oh."
"My parents are going away the weekend after New Years," he ventured.
"They're going on a four-day cruise. But don't say anything, though. My
mom doesn't know yet. It's her Christmas present."
"Oh, sure no problem. Your dad's so romantic..." "Of course he is. That's
where I get it from," he teased.
She smiled. "Are you staying here?" she asked. "Well," he rolled his eyes,
"I said I'd stay at Josh's but I probably won't. Will and Robby are
staying at Robby's friend's house.
The friend stayed here one weekend, remember? That little blond kid?
Anyway, they don't know yet so don't bring it up with them either. They
can't keep secrets." "Sure," she said. "Can I come over?" she asked. "Of
course. You can always come over," he answered. She wrapped her arms
around him. "Oh, Ryan. Let's do it then. Let's make love," she breathed
into his ear. His mouth dropped. "Yeah? You mean it? Oh, Jen, are you
sure?"
"Of course I'm sure," she laughed. She nodded, smiling, "I've been ready
forever."
"Me too!" He kissed her. "God, I love you you know!" "Me too. I love you
too..."
He grinned at her. "I'll make you dinner, and I'll show you how romantic I
can be. We'll have the house to ourselves. Baby, it'll be beautiful, I
promise."
"Hello?"
"Hi, what's up?"
"Ryan! You're back! Did you just get back?" "Yeah, like half an hour ago
... What's up?" "Nothing. We got back last night. How was the skiing?"
"Great. I missed you you know."
"I missed you too Ry ..."
"I can't wait to see you."
"Me neither."
"I thought about you the whole time," he said. "Me, too. Was your mom
surprised with the trip?" "Yeah. Only a few more days," he said excitedly.
"Are you excited too? Or is it just me?"
"Oh, no. I'm excited too."
"Are you scared?"
"Yeah..."
"How come?"
"I hope it doesn't hurt a lot."
"I promise you, I'll be very gentle."
"I know you will... Are you scared?"
"Nah."
"Maybe just nervous a little?" she asked. "Maybe just a little," he
laughed.
"Me too. But I'm glad."
"Yeah! Me too."
"When are they leaving?"
"I don't know. Probably during the day sometime. I don't want to make them
suspicious by asking." "Yeah, that's true."
"I'm wearing your watch," he told her.
"It's your watch now!"
"Oh yeah, and it's great. You did like the jacket?" he asked.
"Yes, I love it Ryan! It's so warm, too. I can't believe you remembered
it! I said I liked it, like, in October."
"I bought it right away."
"You did?"
"Yeah! You almost found it too, one time." "I did? Where was it?"
"It was in my closet. Remember, like last month I think, you were looking
at all my clothes and stuff. It was still in the over-thingy from the
store. I was like, 'Uh, let's leave'."
"Oh yeah! I remember that. You were like, 'Why are you going through my
closet?' I thought you were mad at me!" she laughed.
"Nah."
"Well, thank you. It kept me very warm when you weren't there to do it
yourself."
He laughed. "You won't need it this weekend my love." "Okay! Should I
dress up?"
"Yeah, dress up."
"Aright. Are you taking me somewhere?"
"Yeah--to heaven."
"Oh, Ryan!" she blushed.
"I guess I am nervous."
"Me too."
Chapter 18
Friday finally came. Ryan couldn't believe how long the day dragged on.
Jen wasn't coming over until eight. His parents left at ten AM. Will and
Robby left at noon. He went to the store, buying what he supposed he
needed for dinner. He'd never cooked a whole meal by himself, although he
was a decent cook. He spent the rest of the day in the kitchen. It kept
his mind off of that night.
Melissa was going to drive Jen over. Ryan had offered to pick her up but
she refused. The clock dragged on. Jen spent an hour in the tub.
Fortunately, her parents were out, so they didn't ask why she was all
dressed up to spend the night at Melissa's. She tried to dress nice, but
not too fancy. She wore a cream colored slip-like dress, with white
stockings and heels. She piled her hair up into a French twist, and wore
the gold earrings and necklace he had given her. She knew Ryan would freak
over her. He never failed to tell her she looked beautiful. Melissa oohed
and aahed, giving her various advice during the ride and demanding details
as soon as they could be given. She leaned over and hugged her friend
before she got out of the car. She knew Jen was lucky, she knew Ryan would
be there for her.
The door opened, and he stood there. His hazel eyes, which looked brown in
some lights, shone absolutely green. His face broke out in a huge smile,
and he looked her over.
"Wow..." he admired.
"Wow yourself."
He reached for her, kissing her gently. "Come in ma cherie!" he
cooed.
She came into the dim house, dropping her bag and removing her new jacket.
"You didn't eat dinner did you?" he asked. "No, of course not."
"Good. I've cooked you a feast!"
She followed him, and he spun around suddenly in the kitchen, taking her
into his arms. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her.
"I love you too," she whispered, nearly crying in joy. He was so perfect.
"Hungry?" he asked, grinning at her.
"Yeah."
Taking her hand, he brought her to the dining room, which looked out of a
bay window. The view was spectacular, you could see for miles around. He'd
removed several leaves of the table so it was round, and small. Candles
lit it. She was totally impressed, and told him so. He'd gone all out. He
was a good cook too. She tried to eat as much as she could, with out
stuffing herself. She nearly cried when he brought out chocolate mousse
for dessert. "You're too much," she said.
"Only the best for you Jen," he told her. He'd feared beforehand that
they'd have difficulty making conversation during dinner, but thankfully
that wasn't the case. He was still scared deep inside that she'd change
her mind. He wanted this night to be perfect for her. They both were a
little quiet sometimes, their minds on something else. He caught her eye
several times, and gave her reassuring smiles.
She ate slowly, making sure she wasn't full. It was almost nine o'clock.
She started fidgeting in her seat. He noticed.
He smiled at her. "Come here," he said gently. She came over, and sat on
his lap. He pulled her to him, kissing her. She kissed him back. God, she
was ready. She stood up, taking both of his hands and pulling him to his
feet. She pulled him towards his room. In the kitchen he suddenly picked
her up, and she shrieked and laughed.
"Wait, wait!" she insisted. "My bag. I have to get ready!" she giggled.
She took her bag into the hall bathroom, and he went into his own,
brushing his teeth hurriedly. He went around his room, lighting the
candles he had placed beforehand.
He pulled back the covers, trying to make them look casual. Should he
undress now? he thought. He undid his shirt slowly, trying to breathe
deeply. He'd lied when he said he wasn't scared. What if he hurt her? What
if he came right away? He realized his nervousness. God, what if I can't
get it up? He moved one candle. Ryan looked up. She stood there in his
dark doorway like an angel, he thought, in a white silk teddy. Her hair
was loose, hanging down around her shoulders softly. She was so beautiful.
Looking at her, dressed in white, he realized what a gift her love was.
She was giving him her virginity. She'd never be able to give it to anyone
else.
He stared at her, choked up a bit, then shook his head, saying, "My
lord..."
She blushed, and he held his arms out to her. She came to him slowly. He
kissed her deeply, his hands on her shoulders.
Like they'd done so many times before, she undressed him slowly. They knew
each other's bodies like their own practically. He rubbed her shoulders,
and kissed her neck, and ears. She licked his nipples. Sitting on the side
of the bed, he kicked his shoes off, pulling her on top of him while he
laid back. Her hair fell around his head. He held her to him tightly, as
if to never let her go, just kissing her for a long while.
She knew she wanted to do it, she'd never been so sure of anything in her
life. Everything had been so perfect so far, and inside the tiny part of
her that was scared of the pain was drowned out by the rest of her,
knowing it was right. He slid the straps of her teddy down, rubbing her
back and her shoulders. She undid his fly, pulling his pants down past his
hips. She held his face in her hands, then ran her fingers through his
silky brown hair, kissing him still.
Finally she rolled onto her back, so she was lengthwise on the bed. She
slid under the covers, and he followed her. She massaged his naked body,
her hands running up and down the length of his spine. Finally her hands
grasped his dick, and his mouth went for her breasts. He licked her
nipples, while her arm cradled his head. He'd promised her before, that
when they eventually had sex, they would still do "the other stuff" she,
and he, liked so much. He tried to remember that promise now.
Her hand still gripped him, rubbing his precum around the tip while he
gasped. His fear of impotence was not justified; he was as hard as a rock.
His own hands traveled under the silk between her legs. Her leg wrapped
around his hip as he fingered her. It was barely light from the few
candles he had set up. But she could see his face, which reassured her all
the time that it was right, and that he loved her. She held him tightly,
her arms around his muscular back. Her mind was swimming, both of them
were breathing hard.
She ducked her head, taking him in her mouth while he gasped. She sucked
him up and down, and he shivered, nearly cumming right then. He pulled her
up to him, kissing her hard. He couldn't cum yet, she'd understand, he was
sure, but it would ruin their momentum. He slid her teddy down off her
hips, so she was as naked as him. He made love to her with his mouth, and
his hands, exploring every nook of her body. He kissed her fingers, her
palms, and her wrists. He kissed the length of her arm. He bent over,
kissing her stomach, then crawling down between her legs. His mouth ran
over her thighs, and all down her legs.
Finally, he licked her clit while she moaned. His tongue played with her
various folds, then licked around her clit some more.
Her hand touched his face, and his eyes met hers. She reached down,
pulling him up to her. He kissed her, thinking, Now? Now?
She pulled him on top of her, raising her knees up around his hips. He
kissed her, looking her deeply in the eye. He kissed her again softly,
then looked down at the task before him.
He found her hole with his finger, then placed the tip of his cock at the
entrance. He'd been there before, but that time she'd pushed him away.
His mind swimming, he supported himself above her on one arm, and he
pushed gently. It went in a millimeter, and he still gripped it or else it
might have slid down. He looked up at her, she was breathing rapidly,
looking down at what was going on. She looked at him, and nodded.
He pushed it in further, her tight, unrelenting skin gripping his cock.
God, it was tight. It was going in, the wet skin of her cunt being pulled
in along with it. He kept pushing in, and it was resisting. It's not gonna
go in, he thought desperately. All the while his mind was screaming at him
to thrust, thrust... He did so suddenly, pushing up hard . She jerked
under him as her hymen tore and he pressed deeper into her. She let out a
small cry, her knees sliding down. He gasped as his cock slid up into her.
It's in, it's in, his brain told him frantically. It gripped him, her
virgin cunt tight around him.
Her eyes opened, and she bit her lip as she tried not to cry from the
pain. Pain, pain, that's all she could think.
Supporting himself on his elbows, he looked into her tear-filled eyes.
"I'm sorry," he gasped. She shook her head. "Do you- do you want me to
take it out?" he whispered. She shook her head again, pulling her to him.
The fiery pain consumed her, and her whole body felt weak. But soon it
began to leave, and she felt sore as he began to thrust. This tingle began
to grow, and all of a sudden she didn't want him to take it out anymore,
didn't want him to remove the thing that had hurt her. She closed her
eyes, and just tried to concentrate on the feeling. Her knees went back
up, and she slid down a bit.
Resting his head on her shoulder, he pulled it out an inch, then back in
again. He gasped at the sensation, he'd never felt something so intense.
He fought back his orgasm. He tried to get a rhythm going, and he didn't
have to try too hard as his instincts soon took over. Her breathing
quickened underneath him, telling him the pain was lessening and her
enjoyment heightening. It was so wet, this fantastic tight canal he was
moving in and out of. The pressure mounted, like a coil being stretched
out. He slowed down a few times, even stopping altogether to prevent
himself from cumming. He went in and out, up and up into her.
She held his head on her shoulder, feeling his heart beating rapidly. He
groaned and gasped. The pressure was growing again. He moved faster, and
the pressure grew. He kept going, now he didn't care about anything but
the feeling. He groaned his pleasure, gasping that he was going to cum.
He let out a yell as his world exploded, as he had described to her, and
he shook and groaned. He gripped her shoulders, and held her tightly to
him while he pumped and pumped. He shot his liquid high into her, and she
squealed at the sensation. He came and came, there seemed to be no end to
it. It gushed out like a geyser, and he kept moving faster and faster,
expelling every last drop from him. He groaned again, the sensation so
sweet, as he kept thrusting.
He gasped in her ear as his orgasm finally dwindled down. He breathed
heavily on her shoulder. She rubbed his back, his cock still buried in
her. He kissed her deeply, then gave her a weak smile. "I love you," he
whispered, his eyes glassy. She nodded, kissing him. "I love you too." "It
didn't hurt too badly?" he asked hopefully. She shook her head again, and
smiled. "Only for a second, and not too badly."
He smiled, so happy.
"Then it felt good!" she told him.
He laughed, and held her tight. He slid out of her, rolling onto his side,
still holding her to him. "You liked it?"
"Yes, it felt fantastic."
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Are you glad we did it?" he asked.
She smiled, her eyes shining. "Oh yes. I'm so happy." He looked into her
eyes. "I am glad we waited," he told her softly. "I bet it wouldn't have
been this sweet if we did it right away. I know it wouldn't have been."
She nodded. "Yeah, me too."
"Are you sore?" he asked. "Does it still hurt?" "Why, wanna do it again?"
she laughed.
"Not yet!" he laughed. "Wait a minute and I sure do." "Aright."
"Let me see," he suggested, moving down and pulling back the blankets so
he could get a good look. She spread her legs for him, again.
"Oh, it's bloody!" he cried out. He guessed he knew it'd be, though.
"So are you," she pointed out.
He gasped as he looked down. For a second he thought he was bleeding.
"Damn," he said. "I'm sorry," he repeated. She smiled again, saying, "No.
It wasn't your fault." He still felt guilty, like maybe he could have been
more gentle.
But he just smiled back.
"Here," he said, getting some Kleenex and dabbing at her. He cleaned her
up, then, looking at her wounded body part, suggested, "Let me kiss it and
make it better..."
"Please." she whispered. He only kissed her sore hole a few times, then
went back up to her clit, which he licked all around. He pressed his
tongue into its sides, rubbing it around. His tongue licked, and licked,
and massaged her sensitive nub. She gasped. He took it in his mouth and
gently sucked it, his lips pressed into her silky red skin. He pulled it
out gently, still sucking. She shrieked in pleasure. He did it again, and
again. She moaned.
I'm gonna cum, she thought wildly, I think I'm going to. Her whole body
felt delicious, like her cells were actually happy. The pressure built
again, that same pressure. He kept licking and sucking while she gasped,
"Oh yes!"
The pressure built, and she lifted her hips up towards his mouth. She
rocked back and forth, and it felt like a damn being burst. All of sudden
she didn't care about anything else, didn't care if she pissed in the bed,
all she cared about was the pleasure. She cried out, "Oh my God!" over and
over. She arched her back, shoving herself towards him, shaking all over.
Her mind swam, no clear thoughts except for, "Oh my God!" while her body
seemed to lift up and float. She collapsed back onto the bed, her first
orgasm subsiding. He kept licking her, and her body so sensitive, it began
to hurt. She pulled him up towards her, and wrapped her arms around his
head. He gasped in her ear, his own heart pounding, "You did it? You
came?" She could only say one thing. "Oh my God!" she groaned, breathing
as though she'd just run a marathon. "I'll take that as a yes!" he smiled.
"I'll take that anytime," he added.
"Wow!"
"Nice, huh?" he whispered.
She snuggled up to him, her mind cleared now. He held her to him in the
dark for awhile.
"This was so wonderful," she whispered finally. "It's the best night ever.
God, I love you!"
He grinned at her, smoothing her hair out of her face. "I love you too.
More than anything baby." "This was so wonderful Ryan" she repeated
tearfully. "It's almost the best night," he corrected, his heart pounding.
"It's not perfect yet." "Why?" she asked.
He reached over to his night stand, and took something out, hiding it
under the covers. "What? What is it?" she giggled, expecting some sex toy.
Biting his lip, he handed it to her. She took it out into the dim light.
It was a velvet box. She opened it. She gasped, and stared.
"Do you like it?" he asked nervously.
"Oh my God, Ryan! It's gorgeous! Oh my god!" "I was hoping you'd like it."
"Oh, Ryan! This is too expensive. I can't take this, really."
"No, no! Take it, it belongs to you."
"No, no!" she insisted, so overcome by the expense. "I can't take it," she
said decidedly.
"Don't you- don't you want it?" he asked, a bit sadly.
"Of course! It's just that, I mean, it's so expensive! What if I lose it?"
"Then never take it off."
She just stared at it.
He reached over and took it, taking her hand in his own. He took it out of
the box, sliding it over her finger, the diamond sparkling in the
candlelight. "With th-this ring, Jen," he stumbled. "I promise you, that I
love you. And that I will love you forever. And I will always be here for
you. Always. I promise. And that- that, I will make you my bride one day.
I mean, I don't know about how soon," he added quickly. "Probably not for
many years, after college probably, but I will. I promise you."
She stared at his hand over hers, tears in her eyes. "So," he continued
softly. "If you don't want to wear it, or you don't want it, not yet
maybe? I'll understand." Her sob broke through. "Oh, Ryan!" she cried. "I
want it, I want it! I love you so much! Thank you! How could you think I
wouldn't want it? You give me so much," she cried into his shoulder.
"You give me a lot too..." he whispered. "You gave me a lot tonight, you
did. It was a lot. It would cost more than this ring ever did, but you
can't buy it, not like it was tonight."
She sobbed into his shoulder. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too, more!" he said back. "See, look," he remembered.
"It says it on the ring, I forgot to show you." She slid the ring off,
gripping it tightly with her fingers as though to never let it go. He
turned on the bedside lamp so she could see. She squinted, reading the
delicate engraving. "My beautiful darling," it read, "I love you now and
forever -Ryan."
"Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered, crying. "I love you too!" She slid it back onto
her finger.
"Good," he whispered, hugging her close. "Don't ever leave me, okay?"
"I won't!" she gulped. "I promise."
"Then, tonight was the best night."
Chapter:
Preface
01-03
04-06
07-09
10-12
13-15 16-18
19-21
22-24
25-27
28-30
31-33
34-36
37-42
43-47
48-49
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