Once we’ve finished with our food, we clean the mess in a companionable silence. I steal glances at her often, trying to figure out how the rest of our evening might go. I know I would like nothing more than to feel Gina’s skin against mine. The thought sends heat through me. But, I’m anxious about whether she feels ready to take such an intimate step. We’ve barely known each other a month and mostly only within the confines of the penthouse walls.
After drying the last dish, Gina hangs the towel she’s been using. She crosses to the windows and shifts on her feet. I notice she fidgets and plucks at her skirt.
I move behind her, careful not to crowd her space. The last thing I want to do is increase her anxiety.
Her eyes meet mine in the reflection. Gently, I grip her shoulder, turning her to face me. I put my finger below her chin, persuading her gaze to lift to mine.
“What is it?”
“I didn’t bring a birthday gift for you.”
Stunned at her thoughtfulness, I tell her, “Don’t you realize you already did?” At her confused expression, I continue. “You are my gift, Regina. You are everything I need.”
The color and smile that bloom on her face could brighten a cloud-filled day.
She reaches to her hair and removes the clip holding it in place. Her dark waves tumble down in a cascade of silky strands. Then, she turns back away from me while she sweeps the tresses aside, exposing her neck and shoulders.
Looking at me in the glass, she asks, “Will you help me with the zipper?”
My heart pounds within my ribs for several beats before my fingers find the slider and pull downward in slow motion. Once I’ve reached the bottom, the back of her dress spreads open and allows the fabric to slip over her curves. It pools at her feet on the floor.
Gina stands in a scrap of black lace and nothing else. The roundness of her backside is on full display before me while the reflection of her body is visible in the tinted glass in front of us. It’s the best of both worlds to see all of her at once, but I want to look into her eyes. I want to see the same burning desire I have mirrored in her gaze and to know it’s not an illusion. I want to know what I’m feeling is real.
“Will you turn around?”
She grants my wish and circles toward me once more. Her dusty nipples pebble, prompting my mouth to water in anticipation of a taste.
I reach out to brush my thumb over the nub. The contact causes her chin to lift and her breath to hitch, which pushes her breast closer for more contact. I notice the slightest tension of her thighs squeezing together. My cock swells in response. The pressure causes it to strain against my shorts to reach her, to reach paradise.
“You are exquisite.”
Her whimper accompanies the rapid pulse in her neck and shallow breaths.
Sliding my palms to the sides of her breasts, I pull her toward me for a searing kiss. My tongue probes for entrance between her lips, which she grants and meets with eager thrusts of her own. When she rises on her tiptoes, I lift her to meld her body against mine. She wraps her legs around my hips causing the heat of her core to build an inferno right where I need her most.
With quick strides, I pivot and direct us to my bedroom. I lay her carefully on the duvet without breaking our connection, then settle my weight over her increasing the contact.
I feel her hands reach over my shoulders to work the shirt up my back. A second later, it’s over my head and tossed on the floor from my lustful impatience. Our lips crash together once again in a ravaging kiss.
Her delicate fingers then slip between us to the waistband of my shorts.
She breaks her mouth away from mine and groans. “Off!”
Lifting myself off the bed, I shed the rest of my clothing. She shimmies out of her panties at the same time.
I crawl back to her, taking a moment to pause.
“Are you sure, Gina?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Her tone is full of conviction and desire.
We haven’t talked about it, but I’m certain she’s a virgin, just like me.
“I don’t have any protection for us to use. It hasn’t exactly been a consideration for me.”
“It’s fine,” she assures me. “I’m on the pill. And there’s been no one before you. I don’t want anything between us, anyway.”
The thought of feeling her surround me completely with no barrier sends my craving for her into overdrive. I can’t imagine a more perfect moment between us.
“Please, Zel, I need you.”
This time when my mouth finds hers, it slow and consuming as I pour everything I feel into our kiss. She answers with the same unhurried intensity.
The shifting of our bodies has the head of my cock positioned at her entrance. When I push in, I think my entire body might combust into flames. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A rush of heat floods over every nerve ending.
Gina breaks our lips apart with heavy breaths. Her brows pinch together slightly. Concerned I’m hurting her, I pull back, despite the temptation to bury myself deep inside her.
“No! Don’t go anywhere,” she pants.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be okay. It’ll only be a moment.”
“We’ll go slow,” I promise.
She nods her agreement with cheeks flushed and eyes lit with desire.
I slide back to the position I left. It’s likely only a hair’s width of movement, but from the buzzing sensation throughout my body I’d swear my cock slid all the way home. Our moans are simultaneous.
Instinct spurs me to taste the ambrosia of her skin on display in front of me. I circle one nipple with my tongue, then the next. With each lick, Gina’s back arches higher, pushing me deeper into her.
Hoping to distract her fully, I suck the bud into my mouth. Then, I scrape my teeth across it, careful not to bite down, before my tongue soothes away any sting. The action makes her cry out with pleasure. As she bucks in response, the movement has us almost joined.
I repeat the process on the other side, but this time hollow out my cheeks to increase the suction. That’s when I’m inside her as deep as I can go, stars winking behind my eyes.
Feeling her walls contract around me, I don’t know how I’ll keep from erupting.
“Oh, my god.” Moving her head from side to side, she moans, “Move. Please, move.”
The slide out is excruciatingly good. I pull out all the way to the tip before I begin the push back into her body. It feels better with each stroke and even more so as my speed increases.
Sweat beads on my forehead from the control I feel is about to slip. The droplets land onto her chest, marking her.
Gina angles her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. The friction is heaven and hell combined.
When ripples vibrate in her core, her gaze holds mine. I watch in fascination as she falls apart and an expression of pure bliss forms on her beautiful face. It’s only a moment longer before my climax roars through and overtakes me. When everything pours out of me, I experience the strongest feeling of euphoria I’ve ever known.
Before I collapse on top of her, I lower myself and roll us to our sides, bodies still entwined. The thought of separating from her creates a physical ache making me pull her closer. She was born to be mine.
The tug of sleep is strong as my eyes grow heavy. But, I speak the words I’ve been waiting days to say right as oblivion descends.
“I love you, Regina Prince.”