Diving In (7 page)

I giggle and shake my head. This is so
surreal, but I love how he’s keeping everything so light and
humorous.

“Alright, beautiful girl,” he says as he
looks at me. My eyes have adjusted to the light and I can see his
warm smile. “Prepare yourself for the motherfuckin’ real deal,” he
playfully boasts.

I smile and laugh as his fingers find their
way beneath my panties.

I gasp a little when the very tip of his
middle finger comes in contact with my clitoris. Right away, this
is better than anything anyone has ever done to me before. I’m
moaning softly as he starts to gently rub and stroke my most
sensitive places, making my hips involuntarily rock with the rhythm
of his fingers.

He leans over me, kissing my neck and jaw as
he moves his fingers incrementally faster. I unknowingly spread my
legs wider, giving him unprecedented access to continue. It’s
almost instinctual when I slide my hands up his shoulders and run
my fingers through his hair as he starts to kiss around my breast
again. He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks it lightly before
doing the same on the other side. The combination of sensations is
delightful.

I close my eyes and I can hear myself making
soft, breathy moans as I pant. My heart is racing, my hips are
moving faster, pushing me more firmly into his fingers, and my
whole body feels electrically charged. He makes a hungry groan as
he suckles me just a tiny bit harder and I tangle my fingers into
his hair and press him to my breast, begging him to keep going.

I know something is about to happen. I can
feel it uncoiling deep within me. There’s a shiver running up and
down my spine and it’s getting stronger with each little touch of
his fingertip. I’m close, so close to that famed sensation that
everyone raves about.

He must be able to tell, because he rises up
and looks in my eyes, licking his lips and increasing the tempo
between my legs.

“Ohhh!” I whimper.

I put my hands on his shoulders and grip onto
him because I know I’m about to get swept away by this wave.

“That’s right, gorgeous girl,” he whispers,
running his nose along mine.

I whimper again and hold his face in my hands
as I look in his eyes. He seems absolutely overjoyed with the way
my body is starting to unravel. His smile is both loving and proud
as I make a series of staccato gasps and my whole body tenses
up.

“Yes, baby. Just let it go,” he softly
whispers as he locks eyes with me.

Then it happens. The explosion. I swear to
God, I can see sounds and hear colors like I’ve got synesthesia!
I’ve completely lost control of myself and my back bows off the bed
as my legs tremble and shake. I’m moaning and whimpering and all I
can do is cling to him and try to process this overload of
pleasure.
Oh. My. God.

“Perfect, Lola,” he murmurs as he continues
gently rubbing me.

The sensation keeps rolling on and I’m
gasping and panting as my whole body lights up like a fucking
Christmas tree. I pull him closer and he presses his forehead to
mine as I shake and shiver. It must be minutes. It has to be. This
is no rogue wave, this is a goddamned tsunami and the surge keeps
coming and coming—no pun intended.

Finally, I yelp when I feel my senses
overloading and he slows to a stop, cupping my sex with his palm as
I quake with the aftershocks of that outstanding, spectacular,
astonishing, marvelous, astounding experience.

I try to catch my breath and, when I’m
finally able to open my eyes, he’s hovering above me and looking
down with a big, adoring smile.

“Jesus Christ! I think I love you!” I
breathlessly exclaim, brushing my fingers through his hair.

He laughs loudly and looks very proud of
himself.
He should be!
That was earth-shatteringly good.

“And that’s what an orgasm feels like,” he
says with a grin.

“I’m definitely planning to have a lot more
of those,” I joke. “That’s on the agenda for the near future,
that’s for fucking sure!”

He snickers and kisses my forehead before
scooting back and sitting up on the bed.

“Holy fucking shit!” I say in an exaggerated
sigh.

That gets a hearty laugh from him and, I
could be wrong, but I think he’s blushing.

“Fucking hell! How did you learn how to do
that?!” I exhale.

“Practice,” he nods with a smart-ass grin,
“but I think you’re just extra sensitive. It only took you, like,
ten seconds to get there. You’re really responsive, quite the
orgasmic girl.”

“Then how come I’ve never ‘responded’ to it
before?” I raise an eyebrow.

“I dunno,” he shrugs before giving me a cocky
smile, “maybe I’m just the shit and I’m an expert at making girls
come.”

“You say that in jest, but that could very
well be true,” I reply with a laugh.

“Maybe you’ve always been too busy being all
psycho and insecure, but tonight you let that guard down a little
bit and went with it,” he proposes.

“That could also be true,” I nod.

He gives me a playful smirk. “Maybe those
idiots you’ve been with didn’t know how to listen to a girl’s body
and see how she wants to be touched.”

“That’s very likely, yes,” I chuckle.

He grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him
so I’m straddling him as he lies back on the bed. “Or maybe I’m a
fuckin’ sex god and you just got a taste of my superpowers,” he
grins.

I laugh and nod in agreement. Sure, this will
stroke his ego, which needs no stroking, but there’s a kernel of
truth to it too. James has always been able to do this kind of
thing to girls and it never seems like it’s all that difficult for
him, so maybe he really is exceptionally sexually gifted.

“You think that was intense, you gotta try a
g-spot orgasm,” he says, taking my hips and bucking me a few times.
“This is a good position for it because the girl controls the
tempo. You can get it as deep as you want and really ride it.”

I look down at his body, assessing his words.
I can picture him beneath me, the way his abs would tense up as he
panted, the way his shoulders and his biceps would flex as he
gripped my hips. Yes, this is probably a position I’d like.

“Or, if you want, the guy can sit up and you
can look in each other’s eyes,” he says, sitting up on the bed and
wrapping his arms around me.

He looks at me intently, but then crosses his
eyes to make me laugh.

“Don’t let some guy try to convince you to do
doggy on the first time,” he advises. “It’s too impersonal and
you’re gonna want something more romantic than that. You’re a
‘candy and roses’ kinda girl and ‘candy and roses’ girls don’t want
to get fucked from behind.”

I snicker and nod. He’s probably right.

“You’ll probably want it like this,” he says,
whisking me around so I’m on my back and he’s lying on top of me.
“Put your legs up here for a sec,” he says, sliding his hand down
my body and pulling my leg so my knee is bent and my thigh is up
high against his side. “Yeah, like that.”

He rocks his pelvis to give me a preview of
the position. I note the fluidity of movement in his muscles, the
same that I saw on the video. James’ motions showcase a polished
artistry, like his body was specifically designed for sex—probably
why he’s such a star.

“I hardly ever get to do this one anymore,”
he says, continuing to sensually undulate into me. “I’m pretty sure
they think it’s not very cinematic—not dynamic enough, you
know?”

It feels pretty damn dynamic to me and his
crotch is pressing right between my legs as he pantomimes sex in
the missionary position.

My lips part and I can’t contain a tiny
moan.

“Oh, sorry,” he smiles. “Still pretty
sensitive down there, huh?”

“The way your jeans are hitting me ... it’s
really doing something for me,” I bashfully admit.

“I’m gonna turn you into a wanton, horny,
ravenous sex goddess,” he says, rocking firmly into me with each
word before he stills.

“Oh fuck, you are such an asshole, winding me
up like this,” I chuckle as I try to block out how good that
feels.

He gives me that mischievous smile and licks
his fingers before sliding his hand between my legs. He looks right
in my eyes with a cocky grin as he starts rubbing me again, but
this time at a teasingly slow pace.

“Am I an asshole now, Lola?” he smirks. “I’m
only an asshole if I turn you on but I never pay it off.”

“Ohhhh ... seriously, James, that feels so
good it’s insane,” I say in a half moan.

“Nice! I like this,” he chuckles. “Now I know
how to shut you up when you mouth off to me.”

Even though I’m getting incredibly turned on,
I laugh at his remark.

“You start giving me shit, I give you an
orgasm,” he jokes.

“I think that’ll work the opposite of how you
want,” I say, my voice sounding progressively aroused as he rubs
me. “It’s Pavlovian conditioning. You’d basically be rewarding me
for giving you shit.”

“Hmm, maybe you’re right,” he says with a
smart-ass grin as he takes his hand away.

I whine loudly and he laughs.

“It would appear that you want some more,” he
teases with an eyebrow raised.

“It would appear that way, yes,” I smile.

“What an interesting turn of events indeed,”
he says with an exaggerated accent like he’s Sherlock fucking
Holmes.

“Come on!” I whine.

“The girl that was so reluctant to even take
her shirt off is suddenly desperate for another orgasm,” he
continues in this silly English character. “My, my, how the tables
have turned.”

I grab his hand and put it back between my
legs and he raises his eyebrows like he’s surprised and impressed
by my aggressiveness.

“You always have to get what you want, eh,
Lola?” he chuckles.

I nod and give him my best adorable smile,
opening my legs wider as he starts to rub me again.

“I’ll make you come ... under one condition,”
he says.

“Ok,” I nod for him to go on.

“You have to let me kiss your neck and hold
you and spoon you all night if I want to.”

I snicker. Such a cute demand. “Agreed,” I
smile.

“And you have to keep your clothes off the
whole time,” he adds with that patented devilish grin.

“I knew there was a catch!” I laugh.

“I just ... I really like it,” he says,
looking down at my bare breasts. “Your tits are sexy as hell, Lola,
and I wish I got to see ‘em more often.”

I blush and cover my face, which makes him
smile.

“Oh, Lola’s Boobs,” he says into my chest, “I
wish we knew each other better.”

I crack up laughing.

“What’s that you say?” he jokes, putting his
ear to my right breast. “You wish you could come out to play more
often but Lola doesn’t let you? Well, that’s a shame.”

I’m cackling with laughter.

“So will you?” He looks at me with a cheerful
grin.

“Will I what?”

“Let me play with your boobs all night?”

“James!” I squawk.

“How about if I just look at them, then?” he
bargains.

“You’re fucking crazy!” I laugh.

“Can I persuade you?” he flirtatiously smirks
as he teases me with his fingers.

He rubs me a little faster than before and I
can’t hold back my moans. My neck arches back as it starts to build
and my hips begin rocking again. Right when I’m really getting into
it, he takes his hand away.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I sigh in
exasperation.

He laughs loudly and raises his eyebrows.
“Well?” he asks expectantly.

“Alright, alright!” I giggle. “I’ll leave my
clothes off, just don’t stop doing that again, ok?”

He snickers and nods his head before he gives
me a sweet, tender kiss on the cheek and looks right in my eyes. He
resumes his motions and it can’t be more than thirty seconds before
he sends me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I exhale as I catch my breath. “Can
you do that to me every day for the next, like, fifty years?”

He throws back his head with laughter. “You
really like it that much?” he says proudly.

“Fuck yes! I totally do!” I reply
honestly.

“Alright,” he nods matter-of-factly, “how
about you lose the panties, I give you three more tonight and then
I get to cuddle you while you sleep?”

“Six more tonight,” I counter as he hooks his
fingers into the waistband of my panties and slides them down my
legs.

“Four,” he chuckles

“Five,” I pretend to scowl.

“Deal,” he nods.

Two hours later, I feel like I’m going to
pass out. He caved and decided to ignite me six more times and now
my body is exhausted and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

“You seem awfully sleepy,” he smirks. “It
looks like I might have worn you out.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I reply in my content and dreamy
state.

“I can put your little ass to sleep with this
shit,” he playfully boasts. “You go from zero to ten and you’re
ready to crash.”

“I would fight you on that, but you’re
right,” I drowsily murmur.

“What was that?!” he asks with wide eyes. “I
think I just heard you say I was right. Mark this day on the
calendar, everyone!”

I giggle and lightly smack his shoulder.

“See, now comes the part I like the most,” he
says softly as he takes his shirt off and reaches for the zipper on
his jeans.

He’s taking his clothes off and, at first, I
wonder if he wants to have sex. Even though I have no experience
with it, I’m surprised by how comfortable I’d be with that idea.
I’m already naked and it would be so easy to go for it, but I’m way
too exhausted to work up the necessary energy for that.

He strips down to his underwear and scoots me
on the bed so my legs are slightly askew.

He sits between my thighs and looks down at
me. If his eyes are anything like mine, his vision has completely
adjusted to the dark and he can see every inch of my body clear as
day. I don’t really care anymore, though. I’m tired and I’ve been
thoroughly pleasured, so I can’t get self-conscious right now.