Page 89 of The Auction
But then he was pushing himself away until he was standing beside the bed.
His face was tight. His hands were on his hips. I glanced down at his dick and could see through his jeans he was hard as fuck.
“We could do it now,” I whispered to him, reaching for his stomach, ready to release his rather intimidating erection from the prison of his clothes.
But he grabbed my wrist and held it away from him.
“Still mad?” I asked.
How long did it take for a guy to get over his wife kissing another dude?
“No,” he said. Then his grip tightened on my wrist. “Jules, I don’t know how to do this.”
My jaw literally dropped. “Whooahh! Breaking news. Are you telling me you’re a freaking virgin, too?”
“No,” he huffed. “I’m not a virgin. My problem is, I’ve never fucked one. When I say I don’t know how to do this, Imean I don’t know how to make this…good for you. Like the whole fucking experience. It’s a big deal for a girl. Or it should be. And right now I just want to spread your legs and fill you with my cock.”
“I think most girls with any sense just want to get it over with that first time. So they can get to the good part. We should have just done it on my birthday,” I admitted. “Then it would have been the whole experience and stuff. Now, I’m starting to get nervous again.”
He sighed, his head dropping. “Okay. You’re right. We’re making too big of a deal out of it. Let’s just fuck.”
He let go of my hand and reached for the top button on his jeans.
Wait. What? Now. Like now, now? Holy shit, it was going to happen now?
“What about AP?”
Creed lifted him off the bed and took him to the bathroom. He loved it in there because the tile on the floor was cool. He shut the door behind him and came back to the bed. He shucked off his jeans and pushed his boxer briefs down around his ankles where he could kick them off.
“Hold on, wait a second. This seems…fast.”
“You said you wanted to get it over with. Two seconds ago you said we should do it now.”
I gulped because both those things were true. But now I had a full grown monster of a man, kneeling in the middle of a king sized bed, casually stroking himself with one hand.
“Why are you doing that?” I panted, pointing at his hand. I could see the head of his cock red and squishy over the top of his fist. “Do you have to do that because…because I’m not enough to look at?”
“Take your shirt off,” he said, shaking his head. “I do this because it feelsgood. That’s all.”
Swallowing, I closed my eyes and took off my shirt. I was in a pair of plain white Hanes and nothing else. I started to wrap my arms around my chest, but he pushed his way in with his knees between my knees and held my hands out to the side.
“Look down at yourself.”
Hard to do with my eyes closed.
“Jules, open your eyes and look at your tits.”
I knew my nipples got hard. Intellectually, I knew that. But I’d never really looked at them. There was too much shame associated with sex growing up for me to be daring about it. It’s why I still couldn’t get myself off. Why I’d never seen myself fully naked. All the way.
“You see how hard these nipples get? That’s when I know you fucking want me.” He took my own hand and placed it over my breast. With his thumb he encouraged my finger to brush over my nipple. It was pinkish, but a harsher pink than the skin around it. An angry pink. The silly thought made me smile.
He pulled on my thighs until I slid down further on the bed, my head now on the pillow.
His eyes were pinned to my panties and I could feel that I’d made them wet.
“It’s not going to be enough,” he rumbled. “Not for your first time.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but then he was moving his legs and getting off the bed. I almost protested.
