I Made You My First (18 page)

“
So what exactly is it that you want to do to me, Irish?”

He crossed
his arms now, still smiling deliciously. I felt my heart beat a little faster and took another step closer.  He stood looking me up and down, slowly unfolding his arms and dropping them to his sides. When I finally reached him, he gently pulled my face toward his. Irish’s lips crushed against mine and his tongue danced across my lower lip, seeking entrance. Our kisses were different than before, as if we were each a puzzle piece and somehow fit together perfectly. He wasn’t kissing to
please me
; he was kissing me with raw passion. I felt dizzy for a moment and still holding my face, he broke our kiss and smiled one of the happiest I’d ever seen.

“I’ve wanted to do that for days,”
he sighed.

Smiling
at his handsome features, I said, “Is that all you wanted to do?”

He chuckled
, planting a trail of soft kisses from my chin to my ear and back again.  “No, that was just the appetizer, Jurnee,” and his smile faded. He held my jaws with both of his hands and gently kissed my lips. “I have a five-course meal planned for you, girl, and that’s not even counting dessert.”

Irish’
s hot breath on my skin made my body tingle and I suddenly became lightheaded. I grabbed him to hold myself up. He caught me and held my weight with his arms.  “I think we need to get you to bed,” he said, pulling me squarely up against his body and rock-hard erection. Whew, it was getting really warm in here. I looked up at his face, and he smiled down at me.

“
As you can see, kissing you was not the only thing I’ve wanted to do.” And he winked.

“Well what are we waiting for?”
I gasped.

He m
oved his lips close to my ear.  “I want to take you upstairs and have my way with you.” He pushed me away from him gently, checking to see if I was steady and leading me to the staircase. He wrapped his arm around my waist gently walking me up the stairs, while being certain that he could support me if I crumbled again.

His sudden strong authoritative behavior was really kind of sexy
, I thought.  He was being the aggressor and I liked the way it felt.

When we reached his ro
om, I stood in the doorway while Irish moved hurriedly around gathering clothes and shoes from the floor and tossing them in his open closet. I smiled at him, remembering his telling me that I was the only woman he’d ever brought here. Now finished cleaning up, he gave me an apologetic smile and sat on the edge of his bed as I walked toward him, staring into his eyes, and then past him, leaping crossways onto his unmade bed.

L
ying on my stomach, I threw my arms above my head and let out a squeal. “Irish, this is a wonderful bed,” I giggled. I felt him turn his body and crawl up to me, pulling up against me and lightly kissing my ear. His prominent erection was pressing firmly against my thigh.

“Jurnee,”
he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to roll you over and take your clothes off.” I turned and looked at him, helping him roll me onto my back. He had a look I’d never seen before. Slipping his hand underneath my shirt and up my stomach, he stopped at my right breast. His finger moved the fabric of my bra until his hand was cupping my bare breast. His fingers skimmed over my erect nipple and I could feel his breathing speed up and become heavy. I lifted myself up and pushed my jeans from my waist, until my leg was able to push them all the way off. He stared at me, his eyes demanding my attention. He removed his hand from my breast and helped me out of my shirt and bra. I lay there in nothing but my black panties. His eyes finally left my face and traveled down my body to the black lace. He pushed himself off the bed and tugged at them, each hand on one side of my waist, removing them slowly. When he had them completely off, he slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I reached over placing a pillow under my head, never letting my eyes leave him.  When he removed his black tee shirt, I had a perfect view of his sculpted shoulders and perfectly tapered waist.

My heart was p
umping erratically in my chest and feeling a warm rush flow over me. I pushed my head back hard into the pillow and closed my eyes, soon feeling the weight of his body crawling up on me and felt moisture. Irish gently parted my legs giving him room to kneel while his lips slowly moved up my body, latching onto my shoulder kissing and suckling my skin, making my hips move in search of him. “Please,” I said, searching his face.

He lifted me up and looked at me, gently kissing my forehead.  “
Tell me what you want, Jurnee, and I’ll do it.”  I moved my hand down searching and gently fondled his erection, wrapping my hand around it while moving my hips, desperate for him to fill me completely. He put his finger on my spot and began rubbing it rhythmically, the sensation making me moan out loud.

“So you want me in here?”
He whispered.  I watched his face and he truly enjoyed teasing me, now pinching my spot between his fingers. Finally he moved himself inside me while lowering his mouth gently nibbling on my breasts. I could feel him moving slowly in and out, so completely it was overwhelming. He was pushing himself down almost leaving my body, then pulling himself up with his arms and completely filling me. 

“Irriiissshhhh,”
I could only drag his name out. I felt my whole body seize up.

“
Holy mother of pearl, Jurnee, you feel so good,” and I felt his body start to tremble. Irish was holding onto my hips and with force pulling me against him. I arched my back, pushing myself up and allowing him to enter deeper. Finally I felt him slow almost to a stop. Still holding my hips, he gently collapsed, molding himself to my body. I felt my body pull a breath deep inside me. I wrapped my arms around him and began rubbing light, gentle circles on his back. I couldn’t stop smiling.

He finally lifted himself up
and gave me a wicked little grin. “Don’t you ever leave me, girl,” he said in a soft panting voice.

I smiled, stretching to meet his lips.
A soft romantic light was shining in the room and I felt genuine happiness. “I thought we made an agreement at my aunt’s house?”

“
We did, and after what just happened, what we just did, I am one hundred and ten percent certain that we’re going to make that fifty-year anniversary together, no problem,” and he smiled contentedly. 

I looked at him, sta
ring into those big blues.  “Why is doing it with me any different from anyone else?” I asked, slowly moving my finger and gently tracing the outside of his face.

“I’ve never loved anyone
before you came into my life.  I’ve liked a few but never loved them.  That makes all the difference in the world, Jurnee.” His face was sincere, and I felt as though I were seeing inside the man. He was being honest. 

“I’
ve never felt this way about anyone else either,” I admitted. “When I slept with Joe-Lee that first time, it was because I thought I had to. If I didn’t, he’d break up with me. I now know that I was being stupid.” 

Irish stared at me, laying his hand on mine.  “
Guys can be real jerks, Jurnee,” he said, giving my hand a squeeze.  “Believe me, I’m ashamed of things I’ve done in the past. That’s the reason I know I’ll never ruin this relationship. I don’t deserve you. I know that.”

This man thinks I’
m a prize. I never thought of myself that way. 
Maybe I’m the one who better not mess this up
, I thought. He lay his head down now, lying quietly beside me and held my hand.

“
Can I ask you something, Jurnee?” And his voice was so sweet I had to smile.

“Yes,
you can ask me anything, Irish.”  He took a minute, maybe struggling with the way he wanted to word his question, so I squeezed his hand, hoping to encourage him to continue. “Would you be okay with letting me do…other stuff to you than what we’ve already done in bed?”  

I was so glad that we weren’t looking at each other because I might’ve laughed, I’
m not sure. We were both silent, but I couldn’t stop smiling.  “Do you mean oral sex, Irish?”  I immediately felt him squeeze my hand as though he was relieved that I’d said it for him. 

“Yeah,” he
said.

I took a deep breath to gain my
confidence. This was something I’d never done before, but I had read enough about it that I thought if the time ever came, I could muddle through it. “I think that I’d like to try it sometime with you, Irish, if you don’t mind teaching me?”

He rolled up on his
elbow now, looking directly into my eyes.  He was smiling at me with my
I-won-the-lottery
look. I wasn’t at all sure how it was going to go the first time because I was apprehensive of large objects in my mouth, but I was willing to try.

Irish see
med pleased and we cuddled my back to his chest and his arm firmly holding my body against his. I’m not sure who fell asleep first, but I thought I heard Irish whisper, “I love you,” and I believed we were a
solid couple
as Irish had called us, and I drifted off to dreamland.

When
I woke up, I was alone. The curtains had all been closed but I could see one straight beam of light coming in the window farthest from me. Everything was absolutely quiet. I lay still listening for sounds. I could hear the ticking clock on the nightstand and lifted myself up to see that it was five-thirty. That must be late afternoon. How could I have slept so long? Where was Irish? I sat up in bed, my eyes trying to focus. I used the beam of light coming in the room to find my clothes. They were folded neatly at the bottom of the bed.  My black lace panties were folded on top of my jeans and shirt. I quickly dressed and made my way to the bathroom. I flicked on the light and saw a note by the sink. I walked over and turned on the faucet, cupping my hands and splashing water on my face. Reaching for the towel hanging over the shower stall, I dried myself. I picked up a bottle of mouthwash, taking a swig and swishing it in my mouth.

I picked up the note:
 
Jurnee, I didn’t want to wake you.  You looked so peaceful.  I’m still at my parent’s house if you’re reading this note, and I’ll be back soon.
 
I called Judy and told her that you were with me and you were safe. I love you. Call me if you need me - Irish. 

I spit the mouth
wash in the sink and sat down to pee. He called Judy?
That was sweet
, I thought. I washed my hands and headed for the bedroom door, making my way down the stairs, spotting my purse on the sofa. My phone was setting on top. How long had Irish been gone? I sat down on the couch and dug through my purse looking for my brush and a scrunchy to put my hair up out of my face. I was holding my hair with one hand, when the front door flew open and a dark-haired woman stormed into the house. I dropped my hand and jumped to my feet.

It was clear that she’
d been crying and loudly said, “Hi, I’m Paris, Irish’s sister,” and passed me as she headed to the kitchen. She yanked the refrigerator door open for a bottle of water. Slamming the door, she turned and threw herself up against the counter. She stood there, watching the front door. I stood there with what must have been an unattractive, confused expression.

At that moment
Irish came through the open front door and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me.  I looked at him and then at her. No one said anything for several moments.

Finally Irish walked over and took my
hand, cupping it with both of his. “Jurnee, this is my sister Paris. Paris, this is Jurnee.”  He looked at me with an apologetic face. Paris didn’t say a word.  I continued to stare at him.

H
e released my hand and walked to the kitchen, leaning back on the counter next to his sister. They stood there in silence. I sat down on the couch and tried to give them some privacy. I looked out the front door while still able to see them from the corner of my eye. For the first time in my life I understood the quote:
You could cut the tension with a knife
, and it actually made sense. 

Irish spoke. “Paris, you know they’
re just angry, give them time.  A month from now, everyone will have had time to accept things and it’ll all work out. I promise.”

She f
lew into his arms so quickly I had to look. I heard the thud of her pushing herself into Irish. His phone chirped. Without releasing her, he dug in his pocket. Gently pushing his sister back from him, he answered it.  He looked at me, phone to his ear, listening to the caller. “All right, I’m on my way,” and closed his phone.

He turned to his sister
and said, “I’m going to get some of your things and you’re staying here tonight.”  

She threw her hand
s over her eyes, “Fine.”

Irish left her standing in the kitchen and headed for the front door,
taking my hand and pulling me with him. When we were outside, he turned me around and moved his body up against mine.  With a desperate look, he turned my face to his with his fingers.  “Let me deal with this and I promise I’ll get you out of here and back to Judy’s.”  Looking in his eyes, I could tell he was frazzled.