The First Time

CHAPTER 11     

 First time   

         

 The view is extraordinary. The whole downtown of Vancouver is visible, in all its importance. The lights, the movement, the excitement, you can see its entirety in one sweeping canvas.  Magic is the only thought I have.

“Shit!  Your view is flawless.” I gasp, “You actually see this every night? I’m jealous.” He comes and stands directly behind me, I don’t move.

“The best view in the city.” His hand moves in a slow caress down my arm. “Drink, sweetie?” He hands me a glass and lingers to stroke my hand with his index finger. Invisible shivers resonate, in my belly. Stay calm girl.

“Thank you, what is this, it smells sweet.” I try and move over the fact that, I’m melting by his touch on my skin.

 “B and B, the perfect night cap. Cheers, to a most unexpected evening.” Our glasses touch and I sip the sweet liquor.

“Yum, this is delicious. It’s very spicy.”

“Nectar from the gods.” Sliding his arm is around my shoulders, holding me tight, he moves so he’s standing behind me.  His chest against my back and his breath is on my neck. I try not to tense as thoughts begin to fly through my brain. He lifts his glass and touches my earlobe, it’s cool. I take in a slow deep breath and slowly let it out. A shiver flashes down my spine. Removing the glass he breathes there warming that spot, the kisses my ear lobe engulfing my cheap London drug earrings.  I let out a moan.

  “Enjoying the view Miss White?” Fuck.

 “Yes. Yes I am Mr. Darcy.”  His lips move down to my neck, then my shoulder. He turns me to face him, tips the B&B back in one hurried swallow and puts the glass down on a small mirrored table beside me. Putting his mouth on mine, open, he kisses me, I can taste the spiciness of the B&B on his lips, and his tongue is cool from the ice. I didn’t need roofie, I’m freely participating. His fluent tongue dances with mine in a frenzied tango, leaving me feeling dizzy.

 Pulling back, gazing at me with his sharp blue demanding eyes, he asks in a long drawn out whisper “Finished your drink, Miss?” Denoting anticipation grinning right across his face, I giggle.

 “Uhum” I whisper in a deer caught in the headlights kind of mew. Taking my glass, he puts next to his on a deco mirrored table and again his mouth is on me, recklessly, more forceful this time.  I want this. I am so pulled to you Jack Darcy. Feral in his eyes, his hand slowly unties the knot in my blouse, undoing its tangled harness; he eases the white cotton off my shoulders and down my arms and lets it fall quietly to the black tile. I feel a blaze of wildness spread through my veins. Still with his mouth on mine both hands unhook my bra, and slide it off letting it join the blouse on the floor. Unleashing me he stops and moves back, running both hands over my arms his eyes look down at my naked breasts, and he smiles. “You’re quite simply breathtaking,” My throat constricts, as my breathing is ragged. OH lord thunderin Jesus, I flush a bright red glow.

 “I want you.” He comes back to my mouth, tenderly kissing, his hand on the back of my head, holding against him. With caution he moves down to my jaw and slowly to the hollow in my neck sucking, grazing. Finding his way to my breast, he skims my nipple with his tongue, teasing it until it’s   fully amplified. An untethered moan slips from my mouth.  While not leaving me with his mouth he cups my second breast.  Unhurried, his hand collars my naked areola gently squeezing, causing me to moan, again in my throat. His mouth engulfs my breast with a suck then an easy nip from his teeth, let out an “Aww.” He stops only momentarily, smiles a lazy smile.  With his hand on the small of my back his mouth comes back to mine, open and hot. I feel his erection hard against my abdomen, an excitement that shifts my own arousal.  I reach to undo his pants, only to be fenced off by his hand over mine.

”Slowly babe, no need to rush,” he talks in a hush, “I want to savor you. You are so sweet. Come with me, not here.”  He wraps his hand around mine and leads me into his bedroom. Beside the bed he puts his hands around my neck and holds me still, while he leans in and roughly kisses my lips. His eyes are sparkling and wild.  Moving his hands down to my skirt he disrobes the rest of my body, leaving me naked and so, vulnerable. I’m a little stiff. He glances down for only a moment, “Beautiful.” I don’t feel shy or unnatural. This is so, exciting and unhurried, I feel so wanton. He all so consuming and sexy.  His mouth is back to my mouth; his tongue is in my mouth darting in and around mine. Our tongues touch and as those deep feeling crescendos my breathing becomes more hurried quickened.

 He kisses my neck, he smell so, fresh, “You can stop me at any time. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.” His eyes are sinister.  He lays me on his bed, and straddles over me on his knees. His thighs are against mine, pinning me there, his hand, moving a lock of hair from my eyes and sweetly brushing it behind my ear.  Petal soft Jack nips and kisses my cheek, then my jaw, skimming his way to my throat and the little hollow at the base of my neck. I can hear a faint growl from his mouth. My insides feel like velvet as he eases down taking my hard bud my nipple in his mouth. A steamy flush covers my body and I give in to an unexpected squirm. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes, not sure if I’m dreaming. Unable to control my hips, they lift seeking more contact.

“Keep still,” he says in a hush. Feeling his breath against nipples and the percussion of Jack’s voice is almost my undoing. I feel his smooth hand travels down my belly, stroking my navel with his thumb, then further down, until his hand is under the elastic of my panties. Moist tingling vibrates at the apex of my thigh. And before you can say Jack Robinson he plunges a finger into me.  I whimper out loud and stiffen at the shock.

“Easy Baby,” his soft baritone resonates against my breast, relaxing me into a calm lowed.

Pulling out his finger he finds my clitoris, gently, in a tortured, slowness, circling around. Coaxing my arousal into frenzy. I can’t help but, push into his hand. Teasing me until I cannot stand it anymore. My body starts to tighten. I’m building to an excitement deep in my belly. Just on the edge I hear him whisper to and it’s enough to push me over.

“Give it up for me.” he sounds husky and low.  In a tsunami I convulse. Wave after wave, until I’m left feeling weak.

 “Jack.” I’m panting.

 “I want to be in you. Here put this on me.”  He hands me a square foil package. I rip it open, remove the condom and slide it over his taunt erection, careful not be too rough. I feel empowered. Somehow in control which ignites a new feeling of arousal.  He lifts up no his elbows , one on either side of my body, his chest is on my chest I can feel his erection touching my belly. Genteelly spreading my legs with his knees he carefully eases himself into me, with a sobering slowness at first. Tenderly, gingerly, in and out, like him tempering me or testing the fit. It feels heavenly. Then with a clout he moves in with a demanding force. Feeling his fullness, once again, I’m aching. I lift my hips to meet him and join in his rhythm.  I can feel his arm around my waist bringing me up to his thrusts, urging me once more and the familiar tightness in my belly.

 “Again baby, let it goes.” He’s almost breathless.

“Oh!” I cry out. My orgasm tightens in a wave of heaviness, as I feel Jack tighten and still.

“Oh baby.” He put my arms around me and collapses his head on my breasts, most of his weight on my spent body, still inside me.

 “And no Ruffle!” I burst out laughing.  He laughs too, deep from within, and once more pulls my mouth to his kissing me hastily while he laughs.

After a moment he pulls out of me gets up and walks into the bathroom. When he returns he flops on the bed in a bit of a dive.

 “You’re refreshing princess.”  We lay together entwined for quite some time his hand stroking my skin.

His king size bed faces the brightness of the city lights. I can see the Burrard Bridge, north shore, and Stanley park. I notice he has a telescope in the corner of his room. This would be a great spot for spying.

 He kisses my hip looks up and says, “Hungry?” “Hungry? A little guess” I laugh nervously again. He grabs 2 t-shirts from his drawer, puts one on and pulls one over my head. It fits me like a dress, almost down to my knees.

 “Let’s go see what we can find.” His voice is a higher pitch, fun and mischievous. He puts out his hand, I take it and he pulls me off the bed. With ease he shifts his hand so he’s behind me, one hand still holding mine the other around my waist. He marches me into the kitchen like I’m a child, it’s comfortable, and I like it. He kisses me and pats a seat at the counter. While I sit on a bar stool and he scan the contents of the fridge. “We have a noodle dish, some Greek salad, and prawns; I also have milk, cereal, and cookies. I rarely eat here so, you never know what you’ll find. “Milk and cereal sounds wonderful.”  “Milk and cereal it is then.” He chirps. His kitchen is dreamy; the island is a putty colored marble, held up by a deep chocolate cabinetry. His double door fridge, chef’s stove and a black sink. The upper cabinets are white but they look antique. Opening the cupboard for a bowl, I realized his entire dish is not only white but, extremely organized. Check 2, organization. “What will you have Granola, Corn Flakes or Cheerios?”  “Cheerios sounds great.” “Did you decorate this place yourself?” “Yes, pretty much.”

“Nice! Like Beautiful House and Home Porn.”

“Nothing, I makeup words sometimes.”

We sit at his kitchen bar and talk while we eat our cereal. It’s comfortable and sexy at the same time. I’m mesmerized by the sound of his voice and his wrists. He has sexy wrists. His eyes dance as he talks about blues music and motor cycles. I’m taken how he’s so animated when he talks about his vineyard and his prize wines.

  We finish our cereal and he puts the bowls in the sink. “Will you spend the night with me?” his hand is held outstretched to me.  I look at him nervously but, a good nervous. It’s hard to say no when you look so, damned charming.

“Ok, should you come with a warning?”

 “What do you mean?”

“You feel a little dangerous.”

 “Libbie, I’m completely harmless I assure you. Maybe it’s you that should come with a warning.” I take his hand and we go back to his room.   I lay down and he spoons behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. It’s comfortable, not strange or awkward.  Feeling contented I fall asleep instantly in his arms.