He visibly gulped; desire in his eyes, warring with indecision. “I just got out of a relationship and you’re in a relationship. I’m not sure if we should rush this.”
I removed my tank top next, leaving me in just my sports bra and shorts. Part of me was trying to seduce him to establish our connection, but the other part of me wondered what it would be like to be with him. He once told me he had an insatiable appetite in the bedroom and that’s why he kept Stacey around. She was easy, and she was available for him whenever he wanted. I hadn’t been. I couldn’t be. I was technically a virgin and new to the dating game, on top of fostering five other relationships.
“I understand, but honestly he isn’t my boyfriend. He never was,” I stated as I turned, dropping my sports bra, then shorts in front of the bathroom door. I walked to the large glass enclosed shower, turned the faucet, and waited for warm water to emerge from the shower heads above and from the fixtures mounted on the walls. I intentionally kept the bathroom door open and I knew he had taken steps to fill out the doorway.
“How could someone look so innocent, be so…” his voice was filled with desire.
“Wanton?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, turning around and stepping into the shower, knowing the glass enclosing the shower did nothing to hide anything.
I pretended like he wasn’t there as I opened his shampoo. It smelled like vanilla, which surprised me. “Mmm,” I purposely taunted him as I closed my eyes. “Smells good and slightly unexpected.”
I felt the cool air hit my body and felt his presence beside me.
I opened my eyes, feeling somewhat empowered as I saw the look of desire in his eyes. He lifted me with ease and began to kiss me passionately. We had never shared a real kiss before and I was surprised at the sensuality in it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, returning his kiss with abandon.
I moaned deep in my throat as he pushed me back against the wall, pinning me against it, so his hands were free to roam my body. I was petite, but I had curves. Well I had. My lack of appetite and exercise regimen, of late, had reduced quite a bit of my curves. My breasts and rear had been larger than most girls with my frame. He seemed especially enamored in my rear as he rubbed reverent hands on it. I could feel his excitement as it nudged against my stomach.
“Are we sure we want to cross this line?” he asked out of breath as he kissed the sensitive spot behind my ears and down my throat.
I didn’t have the words to answer him, so I just reached down and took his manhood into my hands, stroking it.
“Actions speak louder than words?” he queried.
I nodded and grabbed the back of his head, delving my tongue into his mouth, showing him how much I wanted him.
He groaned as he slid me down his body, showing me how much he wanted me.
I watched as he reached for a condom at the top ledge of his shower. My eyes widened slightly as he rolled it on him. It was slightly erotic to me.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
I complied and turned around.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
I braced my hands on the seat that dominated the back of the shower. I felt him adjust the angles of the sprays in the shower as he ran his hand down my back, my rear, and finally his fingers found my core. He rubbed it and I moaned with the liquid heat that built in my lower stomach.
“So, ready already,” he murmured as he bit my shoulder lightly.
I pushed back into his erection. “As if you aren’t,” I teased.
“Oh, I’m more than ready,” he said as I felt him slide into me.
I gasped as I felt the resistance. I was more than ready, but my body wasn’t. Again?!
“You’re a virgin?” he asked in awe and shock.
I didn’t answer him, I just pushed back into him, letting him know I was ready to feel all of him.
“Ahh,” he said gritting his teeth. “How is this even possible. Damn girl!”
“Shh,” I demanded him as I pushed my hips back into him again. “Just show me how imaginative you can be.”
He obeyed immediately as he grasped my hips with one hand and worshipfully stroked my rear with the other, pushing in and out of me. I could hear the sounds of pleasure he was making deep in his throat and it turned me on. I could tell he was getting close as he started to tense, one of his hands reached around and with sure, steady fingers he started to stroke my core.
“Ahh,” I threw my head back. “I’m so close,” I told him breathlessly as I felt the tension within begin to build with intensity. I missed this sort of intimacy.
I was so carried away unraveling and feeling my body shatter in a million pieces, that I didn’t hear his muttered words. He followed me soon after, and then another jolt engulfed my body. A mixture of pleasure and pain enveloped my body. I could feel the world spin, and I felt like I was falling through a dark tunnel.
I woke up cradled in Noah’s lap, his back against the wall as he sat on the floor of the shower. The water was cascading down on us, and he was looking at me with both wonder and shock.
“What just happened?” he breathed out.
I sat up, a bit embarrassed. I had never passed out before when I made a connection and I knew I had made one. It was undeniable.
“Umm great sex,” I said flippantly with a smile.
He looked at me with a penetrating gaze. “It’s more than that isn’t it?”
Suddenly there was knocking on his bedroom door. “Hey Noah,” Jaxson called.
“You should get that,” I turned from him to grab his soap to finish my shower. I wondered if they had felt it like last time.
In the past, the guys could feel it when I made a connection. In the beginning, they had rushed in to find out what the heck happened. As it occurred again, I demanded them not to make it any more embarrassing then it had to be.
“Coming,” Noah called as he hopped out of the shower and grabbed a towel.
Jaxson came striding in the room, his eyes widening slightly as he looked beyond Noah’s shoulder and saw me washing myself.
“I said I was coming,” Noah said with irritation.
“I heard come in,” Jaxson didn’t seem to want to tear his eyes from me.
I was frozen with my leg on the seat, since I had been washing it.