Mr. Parker and I talked about meeting at eight tonight, but I went to his place a couple hours earlier. Why wait when there was nothing to do in the empty mansion? Besides, it’d been exactly a week. We both knew what tonight entailed, and I’d assumed he’d want me at his house sooner rather than later. It was time for him to take my virginity. He’d kept his word, nothing had gone into my needy pussy. Yes, he’d eaten me out and fucked my ass, but he’d kept my pussy as virgin as could be, ready to be stretched open first by his bare cock. During the drive, my imagination went wild.
I was already thinking about the dirty things I was going to say to him, how I was going to remove the tight-as-a-glove dress I wore. I was playing out the possibilities of later in my head. Would I keep my heels on or off? Maybe, I could ask that in a naughty way. My thoughts were racing, and it was a miracle I even got to his place in one piece.
“I haven’t cooked dinner,” he said to me, but that was honestly the last thing on my mind. I wanted to eat something else. Ever since that first time I’d given him a blowjob, I found the beauty in sucking dick. His dick. When he was in my mouth, I owned him. I was powerful and beautiful and more important, irresistible.
It was so much fun to do, and the shape of his tip and the length of his shaft was definitely a sight I could stare at all day and night. He’d tease me regularly that sucking him was now my new hobby. I’d laugh him off every time, but deep down, I knew he couldn’t be more right. “Come in, Jane. Sorry,” he apologized quickly. “I’ve been studying for the bar exam the whole day. My mind’s burnt.”
I entered his house and followed him into the living room. He sat down first and patted the empty space beside him, but fuck. The sweatpants and the even thinner t-shirt only made me feel hornier. If we started a movie, there’d be no doubt I wouldn’t last through it. My eyes flew toward his cock where the length was outlined in his sweats, and I sucked in a breath. I wanted to have sex right then and there. I’d been waiting a full week, and I felt like I couldn’t wait any longer. I wasn’t going to tell him that outright though. I wasn’t going to throw myself at him.
Because I loved it when Mr. Parker took charge, and tonight, I wanted him to take charge as he took my virginity.
I just needed to prod him, so I didn’t sit next to him. Instead, I stood directly before him.
With a smile on my face, I began to wriggle out of my skintight dress. I’d move my ass left and right to get the spandex to ride up my hips. I held the hem with my fingers and pulled it over my body, and when my dress covered my face, my smile turned into a smirk when I heard him elicit a groan. I wasn’t wearing any underwear—just the way he liked me—and in a second, I was full-on naked in front of him. To add to that, I’d gone to the salon yesterday to get a full wax. My pussy was bare and free from any hair, and I clenched when I felt a surge of heat burning inside me.
“Fucking…” Mr. Parker breathed as he stared at me. I threw the dress onto the floor and walked closer to him until my legs touched his knees. “Jane…” he groaned again, running a hand through his hair. I could see the hunger burning in his eyes.
“It’s been a week,” was all I said. I didn’t even need to say that to let him know what was on my mind.
“Not here,” he said, and in a second, he was on his feet and he’d swooped me up in his arms. He raced up the stairs and then kicked open the door to his bedroom. Then, he dropped me onto his bed. “It’s your first time. We’re going to do it the right way.”
“It’s right as long as I’m with you,” I courageously said, letting him know what I felt.
“Such a good little virgin.”
I saw his eyes soften a bit before he moved them down to explore my body. I felt a shiver run up my spine when he began to trace a finger over my skin, from the curve of my neck and down the valley between my breasts, then lower still, over the newly bare pussy lips.
I inhaled sharply when his finger stopped right at my entrance. My eyes widened when he planted just one kiss over my pussy. Then, he rose up to kiss me on the lips. I tasted myself on him. The moment was so emotional and intense. He wasn’t rushing to take me.
He didn’t undress and stick his dick in right away, just as I wanted. By the look on his face, I could tell he didn’t want to rush tonight. He wanted to take me, yes, but he wanted tonight to be special, too. It was going to be my first time. It was going to be our first time. There were no repeats or refunds for firsts. I could tell what was on his mind with the way he acted and moved above me – caring and loving he was.