thevirginchronicles (8 page)

"--- girl, what the hell is wrong...with you! Only you could get lucky enough to land someone like that and what do you do?"

"Come on, I have the right to be selective Tresha. This only happens once you know."

"Nah, boo-boo, the Jennifer I remember complained she didn't want to be a thirty year old virgin. You get the chance, and here you go still holding on to the goods. That is a damn waste of a sexy man. If you know what’s good, you won't stand around wasting your time. Cause a man like that isn't going to wait around forever, you know."

"Look, Treesh, don't go there. If he can't wait, or was unwilling to, then he’s not the man I thought he was." But really he was the holdout. She was ready a month ago for more of him than scorching lip-locks, but how could she say that out loud to her best friend?

The following weekend was dedicated to Thai food and board games as they played Scrabble between kisses. Riordan always treated the merge of mouths as if they were in high school, as if this were all she were able to give. His hands never touched anywhere other than her lower back and occasionally rubbed a bared arm or shoulder. The simple touches set Jennifer on fire as she longed to complete the needs he sparked in her.

When he left that Sunday night Jen was in a bad way, needy and longing for completion. Riordan had barely driven away before she stripped her maxi dress, leaned her back to the front door and rocked her clit with pointed fingers. She came in seconds, slid to the floor with one hand still clasping her sex.

Her phone rang, and Nina Simone’s Feeling Good blew away the silence.

It was Riordan.
Next weekend you stay with me

Jen was hyperventilating. She wanted that badly.
Why should I do that, have plenty of HHonors points

Because you want to wake up next to me just as bad as I want you beside me

Not true I sleep wild rather not kick you out of bed

And she did, Jen found as a kid that her friends refused to share a bed. She tended to roam a lot in repose and her sleepover pal would get beat up amid the night. The phone rang and she smiled when she saw Riordan's name flash on the screen.

"Hey."

"So you don't wanna kick me out of bed huh?" His voice was enthralling. She could listen to him all night.

"Yeah it wouldn't be a good look."

"You won't kick me out of bed, promise." He had no idea what she was capable of under the spell of the sandman.

"You'll see."

"No I won't, as I will hold you all night, keep you chained in my arms. You'll sleep like a baby." And she would bet her last dollar that she wouldn’t get a wink of sleep. Being held by him all night would be heavenly. Jennifer moaned aloud, she would love to sleep the night away in his clutches. Wake with him, wet and willing for early morning love making.

"That’s a new one as I didn't think you read minds, Riordan."

"Not ordinarily, but yours? It’s an open book that I love reading over and over again. It’s how you read a good story, and every time you open the pages find some new clue to ponder. It’s that way with you."

"So now I'm a book huh?"

"Yeah. I would take my time and read every word too. Then go back and revisit just to make sure I learned every secret you hold."

Jennifer was now just as needy as she was to begin with. She could see the scene his words conjured and weakly retorted. "If that’s all, I'll see you tomorrow then." Jennifer needed to handle her business at least one more time before bed. When she talked to him it made her just as wet as if he touched or kissed her.

"Goodnight, baby." The last words Riordan whispered to her before Jennifer hung up her phone.

The last two months had been difficult to say the least on Jennifer's libido. Riordan held her in his arms Friday night through Monday morning, every week without fail. The other nights he spent hours talking to her and he understood the workings of her mind more than any other had ever bothered to delve into her psyche. His mind tricks were working and had her near weak with lust and longing. On the weekends she stayed with him, they explored the beauty of nature.

Riordan’s home was in the wild, no other houses for nearly a mile, and ensconced in the trees. If you didn't know what to look for, getting lost was a guarantee not just possibility. He received his mail once a week unless a package was being delivered. But the house was beautiful and at one with the forests surrounding it. There were huge banks of windows throughout the entire structure, three of the four floors exposed to beauty of the environment and solitude. He had solar panels on top of the roof, to catch power during the brightness of day. The best thing about his house was the humongous bedroom. The entire third floor was bedroom apartment complete with lounge and bathroom. He had a game room slash theater in the basement, which was really the fourth level.

His bed was big enough for a ten person orgy. She knew he couldn't get sheets to fit it in an ordinary store. It seemed to be nearly the size of two kings side by side. The acrobatics they could perform in that bed could qualify for the Olympics. True to his word, at night she never got the opportunity to toss and turn. They would climb in bed together and he would take his arms and clutch her close. Her pillow was his chest, his heartbeat a lullaby winging her to sleep. Both his arms wrapped around her and kept her still through the night. One of her legs tucked between his, unconsummated passion the only barrier between them and completion.

The whole time Riordan was as ever the gentleman. He never went too far with his exploration, gently initiated Jennifer to caresses and intimacy. She had long ago begged him to take her. For him to be her first lover.

The most recent episode where she pleaded with him was the night he introduced her to oral sex. Riordan laid her over the edge of the bed and spread her legs. First, he clipped her hair close, then shaved her bald and smooth over every fold.

"How do you want me to shave you?' He asked her bluntly before he began.

"I don't know, I never thought of what I wanted there, and bathing suits were never an issue before.”

"I think we'll take it all off. You'll enjoy the sensations from that." He grinned a tad, one lip canted up.

Jennifer had no idea what he referred to and her expression showed her confusion.

"You'll see." He continued to skim her lightly with the straight razor, hands more delicate than any surgeon's.

 
Jennifer trembled at each pass of the razor as she had never been clean shaven before. She had trimmed the hair and bikini line, but that was the extent of maintenance she usually performed downstairs. When her skin was entirely smooth, he washed her clean with a soapy cloth.

From there he proceeded to lick her wet then dry over and over. Every inch of newly shaven skin was checked with his tongue, mouth and face. Jennifer was left squealing, squirming, and then screaming from his attentions. His nose was buried so deep between her thighs that Jennifer was lost as to how Riordan drew breath. The question was answered as he came up for air, gasped and his eyes scorched paths over her exposed flesh.

"You taste so good."

"You're a messy eater." Riordan gasped a laugh, and Jennifer smiled back.

He looked at the expanse of flesh nearly naked save her scrap of lace tank top, and planted his face again between her wet thighs. Jennifer was only able to shiver as his mouth wreaked havoc and slurped her down greedily. His tongue speared her sex over and over, left Jennifer hoarse from murderous screams and needy groans. The pleasure scratched at Jennifer from the inside out as he bared her naked hunger and desperation for more of him. She buckled and bucked upright repeatedly, until Riordan finally imprisoned his meal of soaked flesh for a more through tasting. He kept her in place with upper arms caged over her thighs, bent elbows and his hands slanted over her belly.
 
After she came the third time she was more than willing to do anything he asked as long as he would put out the fires he started within.

"Please Riordan, I need you."

"Not as much as I need and want you." His voice was muffled, vibrated between her parted knees and mattress. The sheets beneath her were soaked through and she was sure that she had drenched the down mattress pad as well.

"There’s no way." Jennifer was consumed and he burned every inch of her straight through to the bone.

"Yes Jennifer, you don't know what you do to me. Your moaning is music, and your body is poetry in motion."

Riordan pulled her tight against him, both mired in a wet mass of sheets. They had lain that way for so long Jen was nearly asleep before he spoke.

"Jennifer, we will make love when you go on birth control. At that point I will take that to mean you are ready to be with me in every way. We will not be using condoms, and I will get tested so you will know that it is safe for us to be together with no boundaries."

"No-o protection?" She was shocked. This was the first time he admitted that they were ready to take this step together. Every other time she broached the subject, he would tell her it wasn't time yet. The last month they had been together was a trial, filled with blistering heat, screaming tribulation and sexual starvation.

"Nope, just you, me, slick skin, and no barriers between us."

Jennifer didn't know how to respond to him as she wanted him like that as well. But that was too hard to admit to. But she did know she would be at the doctor on Monday morning to get on some type of contraceptive. It was time. Finally.

The doctor was able to put her on the patch as it would have fewer side effects, and she wouldn't have to remember a pill. The shot wasn't going to work, Jen had invested too much into weight loss to risk gaining back ten percent of what she worked hard to get rid of. She just had to wait a week, but Jen wanted to be sure it was working at full capacity before they tested it.

So here she was just a week and a half later, ready to become a real woman. She had kept her visit to go on the birth control a secret and Jen was ready to spill the beans. It had been horrible the last weekend, knowing she was close to fulfilling her desires, yet so far away. The contraceptive wasn't fully effective until the Tuesday after he left her house, but she was a single breath from asking him to come down mid-week to satisfy her impatience and lust. She only talked herself out of it with the reminder that she couldn't get everything she wanted in one night, and may as well wait until she could get it all that upcoming weekend.
 

The drive up to his house frustrated her. She talked to Tresha part of the way, but found she would rather use the time to think. Just before she arrived the frustration gave way to relaxation. She was about to get everything she wanted tonight, come hell or high water. When she pulled up the driveway Riordan was waiting for her outside. He opened the car door and tugged her from seated to within his arms in seconds.

After her kissed her breathless, he asked, “How was the ride up?"

"The usual, I've gotten so used to it now that the drive goes by quickly."

"Good. I've got a surprise for you." Riordan well knew Jennifer’s love of surprises and it seemed he plotted accordingly. Jennifer responded predictably and bounced happily at the new development. She was so excited that she didn't even get to mention her visit to the doctor.

"Ohh! What is it?"

"Have you been naughty or nice?"

"Which answer will get me my surprise?" Jen couldn't help it, she was a big kid.

"Mmmm..." Riordan appeared to think about that for a moment. "Well either really, this Santa is easy to please."

"Both Riordan."

"Good girl." He kissed her again. "We are going on vacation."

"Really?"

"Yep. Pop your trunk, and get in my car." Jennifer used the remote still clutched in one fist to open the trunk so he could grab her weekend bag. Usually she only carried one, but this time she had two. She knew Riordan had to wonder what she added to the extra bag, but he deposited them in the back seat of his Land Rover without asking about it. He climbed in and the questions began, her words spilled out rapid fire before he could answer the first query posed. Jennifer tried to be circumspect, but she knew that she wasn’t.

"Where are we going?" I'm ready to get you inside me.