Page 87 of Spark

“That was me starting.” He winces. “Sorry. I thought we were supposed to jump right into it.”

I giggle. “Oh. Yeah. That was good. Sorry.”

Kendrick makes an adorable face. “Take two?”

“Yep. Go.”

“Do you want to count us off or something?”

“No. Let’s do it. Go.”

He pauses. “Actually, I should shower before we start.” He motions vaguely to his crotch, and, presumably, to the premature ejaculation that’s long since dried down there. “Do you want to join me in the shower and make it part of the role-play, or wait for me in bed, or . . . ? I don’t think virgins would have sex in a shower for their first time.”

“Probably not.”

“We could make out in there, though, while washing up, and then take things to the bed for the actual de-virginization.”

I crack up at his word choice. “I agree, no sex in the shower. I don’t think virgins would necessarily make out in a shower, either, but I can suspend my disbelief on that, if you can.”

He waggles his eyebrows. “I definitely can.”

I laugh again. This time, at the gleam in his eyes.

“Okay, let’s take a shower, then, and make out as our present-day selves. No sex. And then, the role-play will start automatically, the second we get to the bed. No need to say it out loud.”

“Got it. No starting gun. I dig it.”

Without further ado, Kendrick grabs my hand, and wehead into his bedroom, grinning like blushing virgins at each other. But my grin isn’t an act or part of a role-play. I’m feeling butterflies in my belly about this plan—about the fact that I’m going to see Kendrick Cook naked and hard, for the very first time, and he’s going to make love to me, like it’s my first time and his.

In the bathroom, we brush our teeth, standing shoulder to shoulder at the sink. No words exchanged. Only goofy smiles. When that task is completed, Kendrick stands before me with blazing blue eyes and wordlessly peels off his shirt, revealing the stunning torso that’s been making me salivate this past week.

Visibly trembling with excitement, Kendrick turns on the shower. And while waiting for the water to heat up, he peels off the rest of his clothes, until he’s standing before me fully nude with his large dick hard and straining toward his abs.

I can’t get out of my dress without some assistance, so I simply stand before him, stock-still and mesmerized, staring at his beautiful, sexy body. He steps toward me, his steely dick leading the way, and comes to a stop mere inches away.

He kisses me, gently, the tip of his hard cock budging up against the fabric of my dress, and my knees physically buckle with anticipation.

Breathing hard, he turns me around and unzips me, and then, still standing behind me, he slowly pulls off my gown, planting kisses to my bare shoulders and neck as the expensive garment falls to the floor.

He turns me around to face him in my panties and kisses me again. But when I touch his hard penis and stroke him, he whispers, “I’m way too turned on for you to do that.”

I shudder and release him, at which point he slowly kneels before me, links his thumbs on either side of my waistband, and pulls my panties down to the floor, as slow as molasses, planting soft kisses onto my belly and hipbone as they go.

I grip the top of Kendrick’s head to keep steady, as his soft lips and gentle tongue move lower and lower on my anatomy. The closer he gets to my pulsing center, the more urgent his kisses become, the hotter his breath against my flesh. Before Kendrick’s mouth reaches the folds between my legs, however, the bathroom is filled with steam, and he rises and leads me into the large shower that’s plenty big for both of us.

In the shower, we wash ourselves and each other, kiss, touch, caress, and grope. And when we’re both clean as a whistle, and there’s nothing more to do on the functional side of things, Kendrick kneels before me again like he did outside the shower. With his palms on my ass, he pulls me into his mouth, and what follows is the best oral sex of my life.

As my groans increase in volume and desperation, Kendrick stays the course without wavering or changing things up. When it’s clear something is working, he keeps at it, passionately. I grip his hair frantically as his tongue does miraculous things to my clit, and his fingers stroke a spot deep inside me, a spot that’s turning me downright feral. I’m basically fucking his face by now, in a decidedly un-virginal way, as my primal instincts overwhelm me and turn me into a she-wolf in heat. And through all of it, hot water rains down onto Kendrick’s broad back and sends hot steam everywhere.

Kendrick makes a guttural, tortured growl between my legs, and the sound of his desperation tightens my lower abdomen in a way that can only mean one thing. I’m about to come. In a flash, I feel like I’m waiting in suspended animation. My innermost muscles clench and ball up, and then gloriously release in rhythmic waves that make me throw my head back and babble a string of curses.

I can’t believe it! What Kendrick did to me in that laundry room wasn’t a fluke. The thought catapults me even further into a state of ecstasy.

Quaking, Kendrick rises from his knees, causing my handsin his wet hair to fall to his broad shoulders. With a feral look in his eyes, he grabs my face and kisses me so passionately, it’s like he’s drowning and I’m his lifeline. I stroke his hard dick, simply because I’m dying for penetration at this point. Aching for it. Willing to murder for it. But when Kendrick whispers, “No,” I release him like a good girl and await further instructions.

Breathing hard, Kendrick turns off the water and guides me out of the shower, and when we’re both toweled off and mostly dry, he pulls me into the bedroom with urgency. Now that we’ve toweled off, I can plainly see his dick is dripping with his need. Obviously, he’s every bit as desperate to fuck me as I am to be fucked.

With a quavering exhale, Kendrick guides me to his bed and lies me down. “Don’t be scared; I’ll be gentle,” he chokes out. And suddenly, I remember the role-play. I’m so turned on, I don’t need it anymore. Don’t even remember why I asked for it now. But even so, the chance to go back in time and experience Kendrick as my first is too alluring an idea to cancel.

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