We kiss like that for endless minutes until we are both panting, and Ana is rocking on my cock like it’s her only purpose in life. I grip her hips tight, preventing her from moving. “Baby, we’ve gotta stop.”
Ana kisses my neck, biting my jaw. “I don’t want to.”
“Ana, baby, I’m not going to take you on a dirty picnic table where any asshole could drive up on us. When I take you for the first time, it’ll be in a bed.”
She looks at me through hooded eyes and licks her lips. “Take me home.”
7 Ana
The ride back to our houses does nothing to lessen the ache I feel for Carson. I should be concerned, maybe even scared, but all I can feel is want. Logically my mind keeps telling me that I need to proceed with caution. Up until a few days ago, I thought he hated me, and in return, I hated him. Can I really give my virginity to a man who I felt such a strong negative emotion towards only a short time ago?
If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t ever really hate Carson… I hated that I didn’t hate him for treating me poorly. Though with the new perspective, I can see each interaction for what it really was—him being possessive of something he couldn’t have. Can I truly blame him for that when I’ve been obsessing over him myself?
Even if I didn’t realize it at the time, the reason his apathy towards me drove me crazy was that I secretly wanted him to like me. It was a revelation and the only reason why I agreed to this date today. It’s why when he came over and helped me with my yard work yesterday, I thanked him with a smile and admired him sweaty and shirtless as he mowed my yard.
Which brings me right back around to, can I give my virginity to Carson Moore? The answer is a resounding yes. Did I foresee myself giving into passion instead of love? No, never. I always thought I would find some nice guy, fall in love, and then give him my virginity. We would live happily ever after. It was ridiculous—a naïve fantasy of a little girl. The woman I am today has decided that passion is enough. It’s time to throw caution to the wind and let things play out.
I’m lost in thought and miss Carson pulling into his garage. The rumble of the bike disappears, and the vibrations between my legs stop. I realize that the bike has kept me hot and wet for him. I’m more turned on just from riding behind him on the bike than I was at the lake.
I let out a scream when he pulls me off the bike and throws me over his shoulder. I start laughing with the playfulness of the moment. “Carson!” I screech. “Put me down, you crazy man.”
He laughs. “I’m crazy, alright. Crazy for a beautiful blonde who tempts me to distraction.”
I giggle. “Mr. Beatie must be a real gem.”
His hand cracks down on my ass, and I groan. It didn’t hurt but stoked my desire even hotter. “You’re awful sassy for someone so small.”
“You love it.”
He slowly lowers me from his shoulder, and I realize he’s carried me off to his bedroom. I take a look around. His room is definitely that of a bachelor. It’s clean and bare of any sort of decorative touches. He has a huge bed, a nightstand, and a dresser, but I love it. It’s all dark woods and grays. It’s masculine and totally Carson.
“Of course I love it. You’re my sassy girl,” he growls, tugging me forward and into his arms.
“Yours,” I gasp, nodding. Lordy, I like his possessiveness.
He slowly starts stripping me of my clothes. First, my new leather jacket hits the floor, then my t-shirt… I whimper when he takes off my bra because his hands instantly cup my breasts, and his thumbs rub across my nipples. He kisses me, sweet and slow as he plays with them. My need grows until I have my arms wrapped around his neck, and I’m kissing him furiously.
Then he’s kissing down my jaw, my neck, and straight down to my nipples. He sucks one pink tip into his mouth and lashes it with his tongue. My head falls back on a moan, and my fingers thread through his hair, holding him to my breast. He switches to my other nipple as he starts working my pants down. He pushes the leather down my legs and groans when my panties come into view.
“You’re so wet for me.” He falls to his knees in front of me and buries his face in my panty-clad pussy. I nearly fall over when I feel his hot mouth through my panties. He teases me for a moment that feels like an eternity before he guides me back until my knees hit the bed. I sit down and watch as he slowly removes my boots and then finally pulls my pants down and off. “Fuck, Ana, you’re gorgeous.”
He rubs his fingers up my thighs and to the waistband of my panties and slowly peels them from my body. I lie on the bed totally exposed and not feeling one bit self-conscious. The way Carson looks at me makes me feel beautiful and desired. He brings out the wantonness inside of me. Something I never realized existed before now.
I gasp when he starts kissing his way up my inner thigh, spreading my legs further so that my pussy is on full display for him. Instead of going straight for it, he reverses course, kissing his way back down my thigh then changing to the other. When he finally gets to the apex between my legs, he puts me out of my misery by licking one long lick from top to bottom.
I cry out at the sensation. I never could’ve imagined what it would feel like to have
