“Poor? Plain? What the hell, Naiva? Is that what you think of me?” Jack began to pull away and I grabbed onto his waist and kept him from leaving me.
“Please understand, Jack? I’ve dealt with… a lot of entitled rich boys living here. And, I’ve never actually talked to you until tonight… last night?” I laughed at the ridiculousness of worrying about the timing.
Letting out a sigh, Jack pulled me closer to him.
“Sorry... I understand.” Jack’s face moved closer and soon he was kissing me softly.
His mouth moved over mine as if he was exploring– a firm press, a nip, a suck, a swipe of his tongue. Letting the sensations take over, I allowed Jack to lead us. Soon the kiss turned to something more than an exploration. Jack deepened it and his tongue pushed into my mouth.
Jack’s hands began to move over my skin and I felt as if I was coming alive for the first time.
“I need you, Naiva,” Jack moaned against my mouth.
“I’m yours,” I rasped and arched against him.
Jack’s hands shook against my back as he fought to unhook my bra. I debated on helping him when it finally gave way and he slid the straps down my arms and allowed the lace to fall to the floor.
I moaned into his mouth when he palmed my breasts. My body bowed against him in an effort to push further into his hands.
Something changed in Jack. It was almost as if he became desperate for us to get closer. He pulled his body away and began to rip at his pants as he tried to unbutton and unzip them. Throughout the attempt to become naked, Jack continued to keep our mouths pressed together – he held me by my neck with one hand as he stripped with the other.
My hands joined his and soon we were standing skin-to-skin. The feeling of completeness was unexpected. How could being with him this way feel so right? It seemed strange to feel so connected to someone I barely knew.
Jack broke our kiss and held my face between both of his palms. He forced me to tip my head back and look into his face.
“Naiva, this…” Jack struggled to find the words he wanted to say. “Naiva, this is more than one night. You know that, right?”
I knew I wanted it to be more than one night, but I hadn’t let myself dream that he’d want the same thing.
“I know it’s quick but I can’t see myself with anyone but you. It’s always been you,” Jack rasped and pulled me in for another kiss.
My mind swooned and my heart rate went crazy at his words. Before I knew his intentions, he scooped me up in his arms and laid me out on my bed.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured as he took hold of my panties and pulled them down my legs until they slipped over my feet. “Fucking gorgeous,” he moaned as his gaze locked on my sex.
“Jack,” I moaned and reached my arms out to him.
He gladly moved up onto the bed and pressed his hand against my thighs to open me enough for his body to move into the area between them.
“There’s so much I want to do… so many dreams I want to live…” Jack ran his hands up my legs and massaged his thumbs against the juncture of my thighs just out of reach of where I wanted him. “We can go slow next time, right?” He looked hopefully up at me.
“Next time,” I agreed and reached out for him again.
He came into my arms and leaned in to devour my mouth. My body felt as if it was on fire, as if it was electrified from us moving together. The moment was awkward, there was discomfort and a bit of pain as he breached me, but it was perfect. Jack caressed me, kissed me, and was so tender as he made love to me.
Perfect. My first sexual experience was perfect. I fell asleep in his arms with no worries about my parents or the B&B, content to be with the one man I’d always desired.
A dream is a strange thing. Most times you know you’re dreaming but you can’t seem to really impact what happens or force yourself to wake up. Then, there are other times when you can manipulate things to go as you desire.
As I became aware, I stretched and snuggled into soft warmth. I knew I had to be dreaming. The moment was too perfect. It was exactly the same as several other times I’d dreamed of this moment – the after-sex glow, the best night’s sleep I’d ever had, and the woman I loved in my arms. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
Pulling the willing female into me, I rocked my morning wood against her ass. She moaned and pushed back against me. Inhaling her sweet scent, I sucked on her neck and placed a hand on one of her perfect breasts. Tweaking a nipple, she gasped and the sound was music to my ears. My mind was a jumble of thoughts as I struggled to pick what I wanted to do to her first.
Perfect. Fucking. Dream. I thought as she moved her ass against my cock.
“Naiva Siobhan Aisley!” A woman screeched and I jerked upright in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Mom?” a feminine voice asked groggily from beside me.
“Mom?” I repeated and looked at the familiar but irate woman standing in the doorway.
Glancing down, I became almost painfully aware that I was nude and that my cock was standing straight up – as if pointing at the woman. I groaned and reached behind me for a pillow which I quickly covered my hard shaft with.
Slowly, things began to clear and I realized I wasn’t dreaming. As Naiva sat up beside me with a groan, I winced as I realized where I was and who was in the
