Love's Learning Curve (25 page)

“Charlie, please take the reins, baby.  I don’t want to fuck this up by moving too fast.  Tell me to stop.”  More trailing kisses and nips grace the path taken by his mouth as his husky voice begs for assurances.  “Tell me to slow down.  Tell me that taking your clothes off is a bad idea.”

I hear his plea for approval.  I feel the tension in his body as he fights against what he thinks I need versus what I’m asking for.  Every part of my body hums with his touch, and I couldn’t tell him any of those things.  The blood pumping through me at a swift pace elevates my pulse, and I can feel the hasty beat at every point.  The sound of my heart pumping wildly isn’t alarming me.  I’m not scared.  I want this. “Ty, please.  I’m begging.  Touch me, ” I sigh.

I’m quickly pulled off the couch and lifted in his arms.  My legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck as he walks in the direction of the stairs quietly.  No words are spoken as he climbs the levels.  The only sound comes from his paced steps and the gentle kisses he lays on my shoulder.

In the hallway at the top of the stairs, I see with a quick glance a vast open space with a pool table and manly-decorated space of the part of his home he never offered a tour, but little do I care now.  We reach the door to his bedroom, and he strides quickly across the room before laying me on his bed.  I push myself up further onto his bed leaving ample room for him to follow, but the struggle on his face is evident. 

I sit up reaching for his hands that are hanging loosely at his side.  I grasp his fingers pulling him toward me, and he follows, crawling up the bed to meet me.  Before lying back down in the position he left me, I reach down to grab the hem of my flowing tank top and pull it over my head before tossing it at him.  I see the fire in his eyes when my top lands on his shoulder.  He tracks my movements with the ferocity of a wild animal as I lie back and wait for him.  He’s every bit the hunter and I’ve become his prey.

He watches his hands as they explore my upper body carefully avoiding my breasts.  “You’re incredible, Charlie,” he compliments.  My body is on fire, and I ache for more of his touch.  I feel the warmth coating me at the apex of my thighs.

His fingertips trace the edges of my teal lace bra, and his eyes meet mine looking for approval.  He has it.  I close my eyes briefly as his fingers explore further meeting the center of the globe as it pebbles under his touch.  I moan softly as my body responds.  My clothed hips flex up instinctively, as he moves up next to me.  I’m so engrossed in the moment that I can’t control my movements or approving whimpers as he removes my bra and his tongue and mouth work over my pebbling nips before coming back to my mouth.

My hands roam his abs once again, and in a brave moment, I gravitate to the protruding length struggling behind his jean clad lower body.  I trace the hardness with my palm rubbing as he thrusts it into my thigh.  He’s so hot, and the things he’s doing to my body right now are leaving me desperate for more.

I find the button at the waist of his pants and flip it with my fingers.  I move my hand into the waist of his pants while his hands and mouth explore every inch of my unclothed top.  When I wrap my hand around his hardness, he groans and pulls himself away.  My frustration level hits maximum.

“Tyler, if you don’t want to do this with me, just say it.  I know I’m not what you’re used to, and I can’t change that or make myself good enough for you.  I am who I am,” she spits out abruptly; her face flushes, and her eyes crease with evident frustration.  When she sits up and pulls the blanket up to shield her body from my view, my fingers throb to pull it away.

I’m shaking my head back and forth before she can even finish the statement.  I knew bringing her here tonight would tempt any self-control I had left where she was concerned.  I DO fucking want HER.  It should be pretty evident considering I can’t rein myself in. 

Kneeling on my bed with her half-naked body just inches from me, I hate that she’s shielded herself from me. I feel like a green-eyed monster wanting to rip that thing touching her to shreds.  But my anger is isolated mostly to myself.  I did this.  I allowed things to get out of control and worst of all, by denying her, I’ve made her doubt her worth.

My biggest fear is that she’ll do something she’s not ready for because she thinks I expect it.  The last thing I’d ever want is for her to regret any important moment between us.  I can’t risk that, and I can’t risk that, because I can’t risk losing her.

“Charlotte, look at me.  Does this look like a man who’s not interested?  My physical NEED for YOU burns so damn hot that I can’t even think straight.  I lose every ounce of control in my body when you’re near me.  It’s me that isn’t good enough for you, baby.  I’m not stopping you because I don’t want you.  I’m stopping you because you’re too important to me to rush this.”  I wait for her to respond, but she doesn’t. She turns her face from me looking sad and ashamed.

Emotions and hormones are raging through the room.  I could sink my cock into her tonight, and I guarantee even that won’t be enough.  There’s more here between us than just sex, and as much as I want to share that with her, I won’t push. I won’t allow her to sacrifice her choice to wait with expectations she’s convinced herself that I must have.

“Buttercup, listen … I just want us to take this slow.  I don’t want you to have regrets about anything with us, but especially this.  I can wait until you’re ready,” I plead, in hopes of reasoning with her, but the expression on her face tells me that was not accomplished. 

Fiesty Charlie is here.  And my cock grows harder than I ever thought possible when I see her huff out a deep breath and drop the blanket to point her finger at me as she speaks to me authoritatively.

“No, TYLER.  You listen.  I’ve all but thrown myself at you tonight, and every time I turn around, you push me away.”  She moves to get off the bed. “Fine.  You’re interested, but you’re not.  It doesn’t make any sense.  I knew Saturday night at the fair you were special.  Even when we were apart this week, I knew you were different.  I think about you more than I should probably ever admit.  I’ve thought about this from almost the moment I met you at the party.  I knew you’d be my first if I ever had the chance.  Not because I’m a perv, but because my body sings when I’m near you.  Who are you to decide I’m not ready?  I gotta be honest, hotshot, the only thing I wasn’t ready for tonight is what’s happening right now—your rejection. You said ‘Let’s make some more happy memories’ on Saturday night.  I wanted this to be one of those for both of us, but I guess I was wrong.  Just for the record, though, I wanted this, and I wanted it with no expectations for what the future holds.  So I’d like to go home now, please.” 

She grabs her bra from the corner of the bed, but before she can put it back on, I push her back down to the bed and toss the flimsy lace over my shoulder and across the room.  I straddle her, careful to brace my weight and pin her hands under my own above her head so that I can talk to her without her trying to escape.

I smile when I look at her face; it’s red and flushed from her lingering anger as well as her arousal.  She’s so damn hot when she puts me in my place.  I knew she was tough somewhere in there, and I’ll never doubt that or underestimate it again.  I’m even more turned on now, so if she thinks I’ll willingly let her leave after admitting that she’s been thinking about me and us, she’s mistaken. 

“No, sweetness, you’re not going anywhere.  You want to be here, and I sure as fuck want you here.  I’m sorry I underestimated you and made the decision you weren’t ready.  You’re right; that was wrong.  You’re right about a few things you just said in that grand declaration, actually, but we don’t have time to discuss all that right now.  You just told me your body sings, which is great news, because I always wanted to try my hand at conducting.”

Our mouths connect with a furious need to devour each other.  The restraint I was holding on to falls away fast.  I won’t hold back anymore, even though I couldn’t have done it if I tried anyway.  She’s obviously thought about this more than I gave her credit for.  I just have to trust that she’s ready.  I know I’m more than damn ready to make some music with her.

“Do you feel that?”  I growl, pressing my jean-covered crotch to her center.  The soft moan that escapes is almost more than I can handle.  She naturally folds to her back and opens her body for me as I move down every flawless inch of her, my mouth desperate to taste her. 

“I want you more than I want to breathe right now.”  Peppering her body with kisses, my words are muffled.  “I’ve wanted this from the first moment I saw you, and it wasn’t at the party.  Call it whatever the hell you want, but you, Charlotte, consumed me the second I looked into those gems you call eyes.” I look up her body to the eyes staring back at me past the two perfect mounds on her chest.  I brace my weight on my elbows and massage the tips in each hand.  “Captivated.  Struck.  Hypnotized.  Whatever the fuck you want to call it.  I don’t want to fuck this up because I’m spellbound to some sort of witchcraft.  Not a single part of me doesn’t want more of you—more from you –
all of you
.  You’re my game changer.”  I don’t give her any time to respond or question.  My tongue finds her pebbled buds, and I alternate and worship each with my mouth.   The little nips and tugs have her purring.  Her fingers thread through my hair.  Lost in the passion, she firmly massages and tugs.  I move further south.

I flip the button on her shorts then push them down her legs in one quick movement leaving her body bare to me except for her thin white lace panties.  Nothing could ever be more mouthwatering than seeing her like this.  Faint pink markings sprinkle her body from my light nibbles.

I trace the edge of the fabric.  My fingers slide beneath the lace and find her folds.  Her hips shift up instinctively, and her eyes close softly as she embraces the pleasure my hands give her.  I graze softly over her clit before parting the folds and sinking into the wetness. 

I want to taste her, but I’m not ready to take my eyes off her.  Her hips rock in motion with my finger.  Carefully, I slowly add a second finger, stretching her tightness.  Her walls squeeze my fingers, and I know she’s close. 

Situating myself between her legs, I watch her fuck my two fingers.  I push them into her deeper and flick them together.  Her hips arch off the bed, and I hold her steady.  I pull the lace aside and finally feed my craving to taste her. 

As my tongue flicks across her clit, I hear chanting.  “Oh, my God … oh, my God.  Ty, that feels so good.  Oh, my Goooooddddddd …” as my tongue to flicks across her clit.  Within seconds, she falls apart. 

I trace my tongue through her folds to her clit while my fingers work inside her walls, and she succumbs to the orgasm crashing over her.  She’s incredible.  Watching her spiral into a sea of pleasure was enough to make me come on myself.

I climb up her body trailing kisses all the way up waiting for her to come back to earth.  When I’m hovering above her waiting to see the jewels of her eyes, the smile appears first followed by sedated half-open eyes.

“You okay, beautiful?” I ask.  She pulls her bottom lip in, and bites lightly, and slowly nods her head showing me the sign that she’s nervous.  “Charlie, we don’t have to rush things, if you’re concerned about what’s coming next.  Holding you now in my bed is plenty enough for me,” I tell her, hoping to be convincing since it’s true.  Holding her after giving her that along with knowing she chose me to be the first is not only enough but also something I want to do.  I’m just hoping the erection between us isn’t a problem for her to coexist with because after that and having her almost naked in my arms, it’s here to stay.

“Ty.” Her voice is soft, almost too soft to even hear, but her eyes are wide open and any apprehension that was visible seconds ago is gone.  “I want you.  Please, don’t push me away again.  Not after that.”  She rests her forehead on mine as she pleads.  Caressing her body, I smile wickedly.

“I couldn’t reject you even if I wanted to right now, buttercup.”