Love Delayed (15 page)

“Stent...I can’t wait. Take off your clothes,” I cried out. Then I started patting the bed
around me in frantic search of a condom. “Here. Choose one.” I handed him the first I could feel. “Hurry!”

Stenton’s head rose from my belly and the glower of confusion he wore couldn’t be missed. He contemplated for a minute before shuffling to his knees and
dousing his shirt. Then he bent to rid himself of his basketball shorts and boxers. His swollen pelvis came into view, and underneath his bush of hairs, his long and thick erection sprung out like a miniature baseball bat. Its ridges were prominent. Its crest, wide and engorged, with a bead of liquid at the head. I swallowed hard, unprepared for this part.

How i
s he going to fit all of that into me?

“You cool,
Zo?” The tortured squeak in his baritone caused my head to jerk up.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head
casually, not wanting to ruin this. I was ready for him. When I observed the twitching of his appendage, I knew he was ready for me, too.

As he applied the condom, I watched
absorbedly. My clitoris throbbed a rhythm and speed that echoed in my core. My eyes dipped back down below and I studied the ink that went into his pelvis, finally getting the full view of the collage. His thighs were surprisingly muscular unsheathed. They were columnar: strong and dense with wirehair sprouting indiscriminately. I’d never witnessed anything as male. His waist was narrow and when I angled my head just inches, I could see the curvy muscles in his glutes.

“
Zo,” he almost whispered, voice still seemingly laden in despair. “You’re making that clicking sound with your throat again, baby.”

I felt my chest
rising and falling. The sight of my pebbled nipples and his contracting erection in the same view, just centimeters away, nearly sent me adrift.

“
Zoey, look at me,” his voice was now impatient, thick, and raw. My explorative eyes met his. “We don’t have to do this now. I don’t want you to think this is something you have to do to be in my world.
I
-I care about you…a lot.” He hesitated. “It’s not like that between us. You’re different—”

“I love you.
” I didn’t recognize my own voice. I sounded desperate and overcome like a sex kitten. “I’ve never loved
anything
like I do you,” My voice flowed more sensual and brazen than my nerves were composed at the time. “I’m crazy about you and I want it all. I want this.” I observed the deep caving of his chest at my confession. “And I want it now.”

As Stent drew in a sharp intake of breath, his eyes grew. His long and wide chest nearly crashed into mine as his tongue
hungrily flew into my mouth, ravishing me. I pulled him into me again by the back of his head and pushed my pelvis into him. When I felt the head of his thick erection rubbing against my slickened lips below, I knew there was no turning back. Instead of giving room to my escalating anxiety, I thrust into him. That’s when I felt the start of him, but it was like he hit a wall. My back bowed over the bed and head pushed into the mattress. My bottom lip remained in between Stent’s teeth. My breathing accelerated and I was panting, feeling dew sprout from my body. I saw his eyebrows knit together.

“Go!” I urged, not wanting him to think I was backing out.
Or that he should
.

He raised his hips and gently circled
them; I assumed trying to gain deeper entry. It wasn’t working.
No!
I felt the tears rimming my lids. I had to do something and quick, too many factors working against my mission. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my pelvis into him. Stenton grunted and plunged into me again, not making much progress. Fire shot through my belly and my legs trembled around him. His head flew up from my mouth.

He knew.

“Zoey!” he barked.

“
Shhh! No…no…no! It’s okay,” I panted trying to soothe his abrupt alarm.

He rested on his elbows
, plank style above me. His labored breath, hitting my face at a rapid rate.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he implored.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” I whispered through the palpitating pain shooting through my groin.

“That’s not a good explanation.”

I exhaled. “Because I didn’t want you to turn me down.”

“Turn you—” he sputtered. “Why would I do that? Did you plan this?”

Since that first kiss.
I nodded my head. Stenton blew out another breath. My legs still gripped his waist to hold him in place. He was
still
inside of me, throbbing. I was
still
in pain, impatiently waiting.

He
’s going to stop this
.

“I’m not your little sister, Stent. At least that’s not what I want to be anymore.”

His angry eyes were like a smack in the face. “Is that what you think you are to me?”

I nodded firmly.

He snorted and I saw a lewd flash in his eyes. “You’ve been a lot of fucking things in my mind since last summer; a little sister has never been one of them.”

Relief settled upon me like never before. Then I felt my panting return. My excitement
resumed and determination reignited. But Stent was still motionless. I didn’t want to waste another moment. I felt stretched beyond capacity in my groin and even considerably pained, still I was ready to see this through, to give Stenton something from me that no one could take away from us, and I couldn’t get back.

I tried to wiggle in spite of the ripping sting below.
Stent sucked in a breath and his eyes fluttered.

When they opened he muttered inches away from my nose, “Now, I’m going to finish this because you seem to be so damned determined for some
foolish ass reason.” He rocked into me and my breath caught in my throat. I thought that was a bland reason, but wouldn’t dare utter a complaint. He reared slowly and pushed in again. I could hear a groan from the back of his throat. “And because your pussy is so snug and warm and creamy that I can’t stop.”

That was it.
I leaped up, pulling him into my arms and began to rock with him through the pain. With each thrust the sting subsided. It took a minute or two, but he was eventually suctioning in and out of me with more ease. I started to feel the sweat on his arms and wiry back, his delicious scent blanketed me. Stenton lowered himself on his elbows, wedging my head into place and took my lips into his, wildly lashing through my mouth with hunger.

This was a different side. Here was a level of intimacy I quickly understood could only be experienced through sex.
In this act, he was giving me a different passion than he gave on the court. His biggest fans would never experience the outpouring of his innermost like I was in that moment with him. This was a different greatness, and we were making it together.

Stenton’s moans grew to generous proportions. He was vulnerable, needy. His body rocked into me and
several muscles held on to mine like he needed me. And that’s what I needed from him. I yearned to feel connected to him far beyond telephone conversations and text messages. I wanted a deeper bond. An exclusive attachment to him. I wanted inside of his very being, even if that meant allowing him inside of me.

Wracked
with pain from rubber rubbing against my rawness, I felt pleasure like nothing that was described by any of my peers who shared their sexual experiences with me. As we smacked into each other, the world turned off and an exclusive piece of Stenton came alive inside of me. Our heads lay side by side as his hips rolled over mine, in between my quivering thighs. His ragged breathing into the side of my face as my lips literally touched his ear. In no time, Stenton’s pants grew violent and uneven.

“I can’t hold out
,” he cried desperately.

I didn’t know what that meant. It made me a
tad nervous. The only thing that didn’t have me leaping from underneath him was that he was
inside
of
me
, and whatever it was causing this urgency in his body had emerged from our actions.

“I can’t hold—” ripped from his lungs. I grew panicked. My grip
on the wings of his broad sinewy back tightened. “Niñaaaaaaa!” he whispered in my ear like a carnal dream.

I clutched him closer to my chest as his body quivered and then stilled,
then his pelvis jerked a few times again before collapsing onto mine. I felt his wildly racing heart against mine. I felt the burning at the surface of my vagina. I felt him pulsating deep in my womb. I felt ecstasy.

We remained that way until Stenton moved to alleviate his weight from my frame. I didn’t mind his heaviness at all. He’d now calmed down. He was no longer in
duress. Still, I wanted to soothe him. When he rose to his knees, my eyes trailed from his glossy face, neck, chest, and down to his semi-deflated penis that was covered in a pink condom.

“Is that
…my blood?” I croaked out, feeling lightheaded by the consequences of my
bright
idea.

Stenton scoffed as he pulled my arm from over my eyes. “Don’t go schoolgirl on me now. You
weren’t so bashful when your hot ass was seducing me.”

I braved another sight at the
small puddle that I discovered beneath me. I felt my mouth collapse.

“
Uhn…hnnn. Look at the mess
you
made,” he continued to tease in a tone that made me want to cause more of a mess by him taking me again.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that big of a deal. You act as if you’ve never seen a little bodily fluid before,” I shushed as I struggled to sit
up; my muscles seemed to have locked into place.

“Hold!” Stent ordered as he pulled the condom off then jumped
from the bed, seemingly with a totally opposite disposition than my languid one.     

Within
seconds, I heard the tub running from the other room. I maneuvered around, trying to assess the damage. No matter how gruesome the blood scene appeared, I couldn’t ignore the happiness blooming in my heart. I’d finally made love with Stenton.

Or is that what we’d just done?

Stenton jogged back into the main area of the room and held his hand out to me. Lazily, I wiggled off the high bed and wobbled into the bathroom. I could hear Stenton’s low giggles behind me.

He ran a
rather hot bath. I stepped in, trembling from my muscles being delicate. He clicked a wall device next to the vanity and calming music flowed into the room. Before joining me, he lowered the lights. Stenton’s long legs encircled mine and I experienced a new level of intimacy. He pulled me back to his chest and we laid in silence. So many things ran through my mind as I examined the beat of his heart.

“Why so quiet,
Zo?” his tenor created a rumbling in his chest against my head.

“No reason,” I sighed.

“Bullshit,” he replied calmly.

Okay.
I turned towards him, causing a disturbance in the water. “What we did…” I started, peering directly in his eyes. “What do you call that?”

He examined my eyes for a while before murmuring, “Something I’ve never done before.”

My eyes collapsed shut and I shook my head softly. That wasn’t good enough. “Did we make love, Stent?”

“What do you call it?” he asked calmly.

I licked my lips, strangely nervous about putting my feelings out there.

“Would you have done it even
if I’d told you I was a virgin? I mean…eventually?”

Still unperturbed, he studied me more before taking me
by the shoulders and turning me around and into his chest again. His arms encased me and he reverently kissed my forehead.

“
Zo, I can’t lie. What you did was foul. I should’ve known you were a damn virgin,” his tone laced with anger. But did he regret it? “You never let a man take you without prepping you first.”

I tensed in front of him, separating inches
away. “Prepping?”

“Yes.” His fingers reached around for my chin and I turned my body completely to face him, my knees up to my neck. And when I did, my stomach flipped at the
somberness of his eyes. “You don’t think I had my fantasies about our first time together? You ever think about how I wanted to kick off this part of our relationship? The way I crave to taste every inch of your body?” His eyes lowered to underneath my legs. “Especially there.”

My gaze dropped embarrassingly and I swallowed hard. I hadn’t thought of any of that. I wasn’t convinced Stenton even
wanted me that way. Suddenly, I was ashamed.

“
Just tell me you don’t consider me a brute now. Tell me that you don’t regret me indulging in your innocence and I can admit to you that I had the time of my life inside you for those few short minutes.”

I exhaled as I
turned my body and melted into him, feeling more secure.