Big Chicas Don't Cry(62)

“It has?”

“Is it okay if I kiss you now?” His warm breath fanned my face.

I had no words anymore. So I nodded and closed my eyes.

His kiss was soft, tentative. But when I kissed him back, he pressed his lips harder against mine. We broke away to look at each other, and the desire in his eyes was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. He didn’t want me just because I was there and convenient.

Tony wanted me because of me.

This time, I kissed him. Hard.

He got the message, and in a matter of seconds, his tongue was breaking through the seam of my lips. But what happened next took us both by surprise. Somehow, some way, I knew that if I wanted something to happen between us, it had to be my move. Like with our first kiss, he needed permission. It was like he was at the edge of a cliff and was trying to figure out if I wanted to jump off with him. And I didn’t let myself think about whether I was wrong. Yes, I was a virgin, but I knew enough about sex to know when it was in the air.

So I took his hands from my shoulders and brought them to my breasts. He didn’t even hesitate. His kisses grew more fervent as he caressed and squeezed them through my shirt. It felt amazing to be wanted like this, and I became lost in his passion. I didn’t want to think about anything anymore. I just wanted to feel.

So I stopped him. And then I moved on top of him to straddle his lap and pulled off my shirt.

He held my face in his hands and searched my eyes. “Are you sure?” he whispered.

I smiled and nodded. Then, to make sure he knew I was serious, I unclasped my bra.

He groaned as his mouth engulfed one of my breasts. I closed my eyes and cried out in pleasure when his tongue flicked one nipple while his fingers rubbed and teased the other. I’d never felt anything like this before. And I only wanted more.

So did he.

“Let’s move to my bed,” he said, his voice hoarse and thick with desire.

We watched each other as we undressed. I pushed away thoughts of what he might think of my naked body. I couldn’t worry about that now.

Besides, I was too entranced by the perfectness of him.

He saw me staring, and my cheeks burned with a giddy embarrassment. But he didn’t tease or laugh. Instead, he walked over and pulled me against him.

Our kisses started up again, hard and demanding. I couldn’t get enough of his taste. Our breaths were ragged as our hands grabbed and clawed each other. Somehow, we eventually managed to get on the bed.

And then I was underneath him.

He reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. Then he asked me one more time if I was sure.

For a few seconds, I honestly didn’t know. Then it hit me. Tony was making me feel all sorts of things, but none of them were bad. I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t anxious.

I felt safe with Tony.

“I’m sure,” I finally answered. And to prove it, I grabbed his face and kissed him long and deep. That was all he needed.

He sheathed himself and pushed inside me. Pleasure turned to pain, and I took a sharp breath.

My eyes watered, and I turned my head so he wouldn’t see the emotion I knew was written all over my face.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against my jaw.

With each slow and steady thrust, Tony taught me about sex. Yes, it hurt at first, but eventually the pain turned into something different.

“I’m almost there. Are you?”

I turned to look at him again. Sweat had beaded across his forehead, and his breathing had become gasps. “What do you mean?”

“Your orgasm. Are you going to come?”

The words wouldn’t leave my lips.

My nonresponse must have spoken volumes. “Let’s catch you up then,” he said with a wicked smile.

As he pushed and pushed into me, Tony bent down and took a nipple into his mouth. He moved one hand between us, and I gasped when his finger stroked my tight bundle of nerves. A wave of warmness overcame me, and a burst of pleasure blasted through me.

Tony reached his climax as well and collapsed onto his back. My body continued to tingle, this time from the gratification of knowing that Tony had enjoyed being with me as much as I’d enjoyed being with him. I never knew how satisfying it could be to have that kind of power to give pleasure to another person.

Unfortunately, the euphoria didn’t last long.

Could he tell it was my first time? Would he kick me out now?

But all he did was kiss my shoulder and ask if I wanted to use the restroom first.

I nodded and suddenly felt self-conscious about him seeing me naked, so I hesitated.

“You can take the sheet with you if you want.”

“Thanks.”

So I went to the restroom to clean up, and when I got back, he had his boxers on but was lying on his side on the bed. He patted the pillow next to him.

“Come over here.”

He kissed me softly when I lay next to him. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” I said with a laugh. His forehead wrinkled in confusion. But he didn’t ask me to clarify.

We lay there just looking at each other for another minute or so.

“What are you staring at? The ugly pimple on my forehead?” Instinctively, I covered it with my palm.

“Stop it.” Tony reached over and pulled my hand away. “I was staring at your nose. It’s cute. Like a bunny’s.”