In Harmony (Fenbrook Academy #2)(35)
Author: Helena Newbury

I thumped him on the arm and he chuckled, and then I was twisting us back around so that he was on the bottom, and unfastening his jeans. My breath was coming fast now, my fingers clumsy at the belt buckle. He raised himself up on his elbows as I pulled his jeans down, lifting his tight ass so I could free them. I could see the bulge of his c*ck beneath his black jockey shorts, and took a deep breath….

And then I was hooking my fingers into the waistband and dragging them down, forcing my face to remain neutral. I had to pretend I’d seen lots of erect cocks before. I was absolutely not going to gasp, or go wide-eyed—

I gasped, and felt my eyes widen.

It was beautiful: thick and smooth with a glossy, arrow-shaped head. It leapt upright as I freed it, and the first thing I thought was that it was bigger than my dildo—the only thing I had to compare it to. And dildos didn’t throb, I realized as I gripped the shaft, or twitch in your hand. It was so alive, so part of him. I’d been thinking of it as almost a thing on its own…I hadn’t really thought of it as being a part of Connor, that he would be right up inside my body.

I was glad Jasmine had told me to do it this way. I needed the time, needed the build-up. Maybe she’d known that.

“Are you sure?” asked Connor quickly, as he saw me lower my head.

I looked at him for a second and nodded. I was nervous, but I couldn’t stop smiling at the idea of giving him pleasure.

I was kneeling astride his legs, one hand wrapped around the root of him to stop him springing upwards. I went to lick him, but just the touch of my breath on him was enough to make him gasp so I did it again, a little sigh of hot air that stroked his sensitive flesh. Then I was tasting him, a hint of salt and delicious male musk, but the thing I wasn’t ready for was how warm he was, the incredible intimacy of that hot, pulsing flesh against my tongue.

I wanted to taste all of him, to know all of him, and I started licking down his length, slathering him until he shone. I saw his hands lift and close into fists, tight little gasps as my tongue teased his already hard c*ck to the straining, throbbing limit.

I took him in my mouth and sucked as Jasmine had shown me, and he arched his back and pushed with his groin, wanting more of him inside me. I worked at it with my cheeks and tongue, enveloping as much of him as I could in soft, hot wetness. I wasn’t ready to try any deeper, but I suddenly got the idea of deep throating. I would have done, if I could. I wanted all of him.

His hand plunged into my hair, lifting me. “Stop there,” he said quickly, and I climbed off him. He hitched up his jeans and then, to my delight, he scooped me up, lifting me with a hand under my legs and another under my back. As he carried me through to the bedroom, my heart boomed louder with every step he took. He kicked the door closed behind him and dropped me on the bed. I sprawled there on my back, looking up at him.

It was completely different to my dream in every conceivable way. And yet perfect.

“Take off your dress.” His voice almost a growl. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears and my breath came in tight, shallow pants as I hauled the dress up around my hips…my waist…my br**sts. Watching his eyes on me, seeing him drink in my body as it was revealed, sent a rush of heat straight down to my groin and I could feel it turning to slick readiness there. The dress came up and over my head and I threw it aside.

His eyes devoured me as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans and boots. Naked, he seemed even bigger; when he climbed onto the bed, one knee between my legs, I felt a sudden wave of delicious dread. I was tiny beneath him, the helpless innocent about to be ravaged. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to follow all of Jasmine’s advice—suddenly, I just wanted to be taken.

Connor stretched out on top of me, kissing down the valley of my br**sts, his hands skimming along my bare sides. Every inch of skin he touched seemed to light up in their wake, my whole body coming alive. His mouth was hot at my shoulder, my neck…God, at my ear….

I explored his back with my hands, tracing the muscles I’d wanted to touch since I’d first seen him strip his t-shirt off backstage. Again and again, I followed the hard lines of him down from his wide shoulders to that tight, trim waist…and then, at last, I let my palms slide down to his ass, the firm muscles flexing each time he moved. I wound my legs around him—

He winced, looking down behind him, and I saw I’d just dug one of the Killer Heels into his leg. I quickly unfastened them and kicked them off, figuring they’d served their purpose, and he smiled.

I was barely aware of him sliding one hand down my bare stomach until his fingers slipped under my panties. And then I gasped as he cupped me there, fingertips firm and questing against lips that were already moist. He twisted his hand, his palm grinding against my clit, and a finger slid into me. I gulped for air, hands reaching up above me to grasp at the pillows, h*ps arching off the bed as he plunged his finger deep and started to move it, my body clenching around him. I reached up and slid my hand around his cock, stroking his shaft in time with his thrusting finger, and as I felt him speed up I knew I’d got it right.

He put one hand under my shoulder and lifted me, and I half sat up. His fingers unclipped my bra and he let me flop back to the bed, pushing it away from my br**sts. I lay there staring up at him, worried for a second about what he’d think of me.

He moved his head close, brushing a lock of hair off my cheek. “You’re gorgeous,” he said. “Gorgeous br**sts.” A hot little thrill spiraled through me. Then his mouth was on my breast, lips spread wide and tongue working at the nipple and I cried out in shock at the pleasure that arced through me. I came seconds later when he slid a second finger into me, his teeth biting lightly at my hardened nipple. He gazed down at me, our eyes locked together, as I thrashed and bucked, and for once I wasn’t embarrassed at all. I could see him relishing my ecstasy; he loved the fact that he’d made me lose control and so did I.

He drew back a little and I let his c*ck slip from my hand. I watched as he slid my panties down my legs and off, and I pulled my bra the rest of the way off. As it fell to the floor, it seemed to mark something—I was nak*d, except for the hold ups, nak*d and ready for him, ready for—

I twisted and pulled open the drawer next to my bed. All four boxes of condoms were sitting there, cellophane removed and lids bent back. I looked at him questioningly.

He blinked a couple of times. “I’m not fussy,” he said at last.

I passed him one and he ripped open the foil packet. As he rolled it on, his c*ck seemed even bigger. I could feel myself breathing deeper, looking up into his eyes as I let my knees loll apart….

He stopped and cocked his head to one side. “Wait….” As if sensing something.

I shook my head. “Go on.”

He glanced at the condom selection in the drawer, then at the discarded Killer Heels. “Karen, is it…your first time?”

I thought of about a thousand things to say. And then I just nodded.

“You’re sure you want to?” he asked quietly.

“God yes.” The hunger in my voice was all he needed to hear. He slid forward on the bed, one thick forearm braced beside my head, and guided himself into me.

God…so thick and so hot, and so unlike the dildo, hard and soft in exactly the right way. The head stretched me, opening me up. I wanted him, but the size of him made me gasp…and then the head was in, my body closing around him in a way that made me catch my breath, and he was biting his lip at the feeling of me around him. He started to move, slow strokes, watching my reaction to check it was okay. But all I felt was pleasure, the liquid friction of him starting a spiraling rush of heat that twisted faster and faster. My hands found his ass, feeling the muscles there move as he thrust into me, each one taking him deeper, until he was rooted in me.

He stopped for a second, brushing the hair back from my forehead and I realized I was damp there. My whole body was trembling, a sheen coating me. He brought his other arm down beside my head, then, and settled fully on top of me, and I brought my knees up. Staring deep into my eyes, he started to f**k me, each thrust pulling him almost from me before driving in to my limits. The spiraling heat twisted faster and faster and my hands clutched at his ass, the feel of his body stroking against my stockinged thighs cementing the reality of what was happening. He sped up and his groin slapped hard against me, grinding against my cl*t as his c*ck hammered into me. I felt the heat inside build beyond any chance of control and as I felt my own body start to spasm and clutch at him, I saw his muscles bunch, his jaw tense.

“Yes,” said Connor, just as he had in my dream.

My head went back against the covers, my mouth gaping wide as the cli**x overtook me, my thighs squeezing against his h*ps as I shook, black-red fireworks exploding in my brain. The orgasm rippled down through me, making me clench and grind against him, and I felt him drive into me hard and his c*ck throb deep inside me. He gasped, taking his weight on his forearms so that he didn’t collapse onto me as I twitched and shuddered beneath him. I couldn’t think, could barely breathe, my mind consumed by it. I felt my entire body go tense…and then relax into total serenity.

Connor hooked his hands under me and twisted us so we were on our sides, then lay there giving me a huge grin. It took a while for my brain to start working again. When it did, I suddenly remembered about hula-hooping, and cowgirl, and tweaking my n**ples. “Was it okay?” I blurted.

He was still getting his breath back, but he laughed and stroked my cheek. “No,” he said firmly. “It was great.” And he kissed me.

He wrapped his arms around me, our bodies touching along every inch, lips to toe. Then he said, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me be your first.”

***

I’d heard the thing about men getting sleepy after sex. I only understood it once I’d seen Connor wrap his arms around me, whisper he loved me and then doze off, all within three minutes.

I lay there awake and buzzing, fired up with an energy I’d never known before. Eventually, I slid from the bed, stripped off the hold ups and stood nak*d in front of the mirror.

I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Did I look different? Could you tell? It was weird…ever since I became self-conscious about being a virgin—at about eighteen—I’d always convinced myself that of course no one could tell. And yet now that I was on the other side, now that I’d joined the club…. I definitely felt different. Not more mature, exactly but…like I understood some things I hadn’t before. I’d heard of other girls hav**g s*x for the first time and saying, “And then I wondered what the big deal was.” It wasn’t like that at all. I felt like I’d been introduced to food or music for the first time. I wanted more. I wanted to experience everything!

I checked the bed. Connor was dead to the world.

I wrapped a sheet around me and crept through to the lounge, closing the doors behind me. I didn’t really have a plan until I picked up my cello and sat down. And then I started to play…us. The softness of the cello, interwoven with bits that would come to life with the hardness of his guitar riffs. The ebb and flow of sex; a blend of both of us, together at last.