“Oh, god, Carla,” Alex said as I quickened the pace of my hand on his shaft and the suction of my lips. “I want you. I want to fuck you. I want to be inside of you.”
I let his cock slide out of my mouth and he pushed me back on the bed. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again. A good, long, hard, sloppy wet kiss that made my toes tingle.
“I have to tell you something,” I said, whispering in his ear.
“What is it?” he asked as he took my earlobe between his teeth.
“I’ve never done this,” I said.
He propped up on his hands and frowned at me.
“You’ve never done what?”
“This,” I said, gazing into his eyes. “I’ve never had sex.”
He blinked at me for a moment. “You haven’t?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well, why not?”
I blew out a heavy sigh that made his hair wave. “I was saving myself.” Tears came to my eyes. “How stupid was that, huh. I’m the silly girl who saved herself for years for a guy who broke up with me because his mommy told him to.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. Now I’d done it. Talk about a mood killer.
“I’m glad you waited,” Alex said. I opened my eyes to see him smiling softly at me. “But are you sure you want to do this with me?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I said, sniffing back the tears.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No.”
“Do you want me to make love to you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
My eyes went around his. “Yes.”
“Then, shhhh….”
He pressed his lips to mine again. This time the kiss was soft and caring. His tongue slowly went around my lips, then probed inside my mouth to find my tongue waiting.
I spread my legs and Alex lowered himself onto me. I reached down and took his cock in my hand and guided the head to my opening. He lowered his hips until the head was just about to slip inside me. He didn’t take his eyes off mine.
I knew every woman was different. I knew that losing my virginity required that Alex break through my hymen. I knew there could be pain as he tore through the thin veil of tissue. But once inside, the pleasure would override the pain. At least that’s what I was counting on.
“Slowly,” I sighed. Alex slid the head of his cock inside me. I could feel the walls of my vagina contracting around him. He slid in a little more and I felt him hesitate. He had reached the barrier. I licked my lips, took a deep breath, and gave him a nod.
Alex backed out an inch, then slid inside me in one quick thrust. A moment of pain gave way to an intense feeling of pleasure.
“Yessss,” I sighed, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me hard and good.”
Alex
A virgin?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Carla Jameson was a virgin?
I didn’t believe it.
I’d never met a virgin that could suck cock like that.
Wait, I’d never met a virgin.
Holy shit.
How freakin’ lucky am I?
Now, I’m not a complete asshole. When she told me she was a virgin I asked to make sure that she wanted to give her cherry to me. She said she did. Never let it be said that Alex Herron ever disappointed a lady in distress.
I’m also not insensitive to the inner workings of the female anatomy. Carla told me to go slow, so that’s what I did. But once the dam broke, she was like a wildcat beneath me.
She clawed my back as I jackhammered my cock in and out of her. Holy crap… she was tight as a drum. It was as if her pussy had little fingers that squeezed and milked my cock with every thrust.
I braced my palms on the bed beside her and watched her face as the virgin’s first real orgasm built in her body. Her beautiful big boobs bounced on her chest. She grabbed them and pushed them together and squeezed her nipples until they turned deep crimson.
Jeez, I had the best view in the house for this one.
I felt my balls begin to tighten as my orgasm prepared for eruption. I slid my cock into her as far as it would go, then back out and in again.
“Oh… Alex… I’m cumming… cum with…”
She opened her eyes and smiled as she came.
She parted her lips and beckoned to be kissed.
My tongue probed deeply into her mouth as my cock filled her with my hot cum.
She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her as she came.
A few more good thrusts, another shudder or two, and I felt her go limp.
With a happy sigh, I collapsed on the bed beside her and fell fast asleep.
Carla
The five days we spent in Tucson were the best five days of my life. Not because the work was fulfilling or because I impressed the heck out of everyone with my knowledge of the telecom industry and cost analysis – which I did - duh.
The five days were amazing because they included four nights that found Alex Herron in my bed.
Even though we could barely keep our hands off one another, we somehow managed to keep our affair a secret.
There was one close call when we were making out in the hotel elevator and Costas and Stan were standing there when the doors opened. Of course, by then, I was on one side of the elevator and Alex was on the other. We did our best to pretend that we could barely stand one another.
It was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. When we were in the same room (or elevator) my fingers longed to touch his skin. My lips ached for his. My lady-parts wanted to party with his man-parts. And party, we did.
We avoided each other during the day, which wasn’t terribly difficult. I was always locked away with geeks and analysists while Alex was wined and dined by the CEO and other executives. I got the distinct impression that if Herron Enterprises didn’t acquire Levington Telecommunications, Levington would not be around for very much longer.
I spent as little time as possible with the Silverman team, mostly having working dinners in the hotel restaurant to discuss the status of the due diligence we were conducting.
Marco, the forensic accountant hadn’t found anything out of the ordinary.
Neither had Dennis the attorney or Gianna the… hmm... what was is that Gianna did again?
Stan seemed pleased with our progress and said we’d be flying back to Chicago on Friday. We’d readjourn at Silverman on Monday and take the week to prepare our findings to present to Herron the following Friday.
“I think they’re very happy with our work,” Stan said smugly, as if the credit was his and his alone. “Let’s finish strong, people, and impress the hell out of them next week.”
Alex came to my door every night around ten. He’d slip inside the room, then slip inside me. We alternated between mad, passionate, almost-rough bouts of sex, and softer, gentler, slower, longer bouts of love making.
I can’t say that I preferred one over the other.
I loved it all: fast, slow, hard, soft, rough, tender...
I was happy so long as Alex was beside me.
I was especially happy when he was inside me.
Insert big smiley face…
Friday morning I awoke to find Alex sitting on the foot of the bed lacing his tennis shoes. He had left my room early every morning to sneak back to his suite to shower and change for the day.
“Morning,” he said with a smile. He leaned over to give me a kiss.
“Morning,” I sighed. I picked up my phone to check the time. “Damn, is it Friday already?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Are you flying back with us today?”
“I’m afraid not,” he said, shaking his head. “Jeffrey left a text early this morning. I have to fly to Atlanta for a few days to take care of some business, but I’ll be back in Chicago for our wrap up meeting next week. I’ll text you from the road. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll miss you,” I said, trying not to sound like a whiny, clingy girl; which was exactly how I felt.
“I’ll miss you, too,” he said with a sleepy smile. He leaned down and kissed me again. Just a little longer this time. A little deeper.
Without another word, he crept from my room and left me wondering what our relationship was going to be like once we were back in Chicago.
It was something we hadn’t talked about, but something that was always on my mind. I’m a girl, for petesake. That’s how we roll. I’d really like to know where I stood with Alex, but I was hesitant to bring it up so quickly.
Did he really like me?
Or was this just an out of town fling?
An extended one-night stand?
Did we have a future together?
Did I save myself for Mister Right or Mister Wrong?
Did I sound like Lizzie Lohan in a shitty teenage chick-flick?
Yes, the little voice in my head said.
Yes, yes you do.
I tossed my phone on the bed and rolled over to go back to sleep.
I’d drive myself crazy with doubt and pity later.
Alex
When I boarded the plane, Jeffrey Costas was already sitting in his first-class seat on the commercial flight that would take us from Tucson to Atlanta. I had decided to leave the Gulfstream in Tucson for Carla and the Silverman team to fly home on.
It never occurred to me that my undercover act of chivalry would raise any kind of suspicion with Jeffrey.
Obviously, I was wrong, because he was loaded for bear the moment I sat down.
He leaned over to ask, “Tell me again why we’re not on the Gulfstream and the Silverman group isn’t flying back commercial?”
I gave him a confused look. “You’re always on my ass about treating people more professionally and not acting like such a rich douchebag. I thought it was a nice gesture. I thought you’d be proud of me for putting others first.”