I literally want to punch the middle-aged dudes in fishing gear who get into the elevator with us. The hotel is old and doesn’t have cameras in the elevator so I was hoping to get under her dress before we even got to the room, but thanks to them it doesn’t happen.
Cole and Leah’s wedding went off without a hitch. The rain from yesterday cleared and it was sunny and warm without being humid. Leah looks amazing and I’ve never seen Cole look so happy. Devin was acting like his wife’s absence was no big deal but you could tell by the tight clench of his jaw that he was pissed off about it. Rose made a perfect bridesmaid. She looked unbelievable. I spent the whole ceremony thinking hot, dirty things that I should not be thinking in a church.
As soon as we got to the reception, which was in the hundred-year-old Silver Bay Inn directly on the lake, I booked a room. I knew we wouldn’t make it through the entire five-hour reception. Rose and I were playing it cool, acting like the friends we’ve always been but the glances were longer, the smiles were warmer and my dick throbbed every single time I looked at her. After the dinner, and the first few official dances, I slipped up beside her at the bar and told her about the room.
“Meet me at the elevators in two minutes,” she’d whispered with a grin.
Now we get off on the fourth floor and I rush down the hall dragging her by her hand. She giggles nervously at my anxiousness. I use the key card and open the door and as soon as we get inside I bend down and cover her lips with mine, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue is eagerly dancing with mine as her hands push my jacket off my shoulders and start undoing my tie.
I run my hands over the silky material of her dress, and stop when I reach her perfect round ass, cup it and hold on as I walk into her, forcing her to take steps backward and collide with the bed. I push her gently onto it and climb on top of her. My body covers her completely and she feels so soft and warm under me, my dick is already throbbing in my pants. But I won’t rush this. I want this—our first time as an official couple—to be long, slow and completely coherent.
I kiss her neck and her earlobe, nipping it gently with my teeth. “I want you so much. You’ve had me rock hard since the church.”
She sighs as my hand slides up the outside of her toned thigh, taking her dress with it. I kiss her collarbone and the curve of her breast above the fabric of her dress and lower myself between her legs. Her hands run over the top of my head because it’s all she can reach. Her fingernails graze my scalp and send a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I kiss the inside of her exposed thigh as I push the dress even farther up her torso.
She’s wearing white lace panties that create the sexiest contrast against her tan skin. Even in the dim light of the room I can see the small landing strip of dark hair under the lace covering her pubic bone. I kiss her there, over the lace, and she shudders.
“Luc…” Her voice sounds reluctant. Nervous. Apprehensive.
It suddenly occurs to me she may never have done this before. I mean I know Rose had a boyfriend in college for a while and that they had sex—he was her first. But I also know she—up until this summer—hadn’t been with anyone else.
And I remember on her birthday camping trip last year we had all gotten drunk playing the drinking game “I never,” where you have to make a statement and everyone who has never done that has to drink. I drank at “I’ve never been in love” and “I never had a threesome,” among other things. Rose drank at almost everything, which made me smile, but I remember distinctly that someone had said “I’ve never had oral sex” and I was shocked when both Rosie and our friend Kate drank.
I kiss her belly and hook my fingers under the lacy sides of her underwear. I slide them slowly off her body as I pepper her with kisses on her belly button, her stomach and her hipbone. As I move lower I feel her body tense and her hands tighten their grip in my hair.
She breathes my name again just as tentatively as before. I smile to myself as my hands hold her hips lightly. The idea of being her first at something sexual—something completely intimate and vulnerable—makes me crazy. My dick starts throbbing again.
My tongue slips out and touches her tenderly. She tastes sweet and wonderful. I give her another slow, light lick from her center upward. I feel every muscle in her body tighten and stiffen. I make another pass and apply more pressure, stopping longer on her clit, circling it and then sucking it between my lips.
“Oh my God, Luc,” she hisses in a hoarse whisper as her back arches ever so slightly off the bed.
I smile into her as two of my fingers join my tongue and slide over her soft folds before pushing slowly into her. My tongue never stops moving and my fingers match its rhythm. She starts to pant and her hips buck. I curl my fingers and find that special soft spot inside her. I push into her G-spot once. I do it again and she bucks, gasps and breaks. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers and she lets out a long, fluttering moan that ends with my name. She’s spent on the bed, motionless, as I crawl back on top of her and kiss her flushed cheek and then her neck and ear.
“You’re so hot when you come,” I whisper heatedly. “You almost made me come.”
She smiles self-consciously and tries to bury her face in my shoulder.
“I’ve never…” she confesses. “No one has ever done that.”
“Good.” That confirmation makes me harder and happier than I knew possible. “I wish I was your first at everything.”
She turns her head and looks into my eyes. “You’re the first in a lot of ways… you don’t even know…”
I kiss her. Our tongues dance slowly. I press my lower body into her. I know she can feel my cock pushing against her thigh. Her hands roam down my chest and start to untuck my shirt.
“Luc, you are wearing far too much clothing,” Rosie tells me as she kisses the nape of my neck.