I Made You My First (25 page)

               I sat there basking in my secret thoughts of what he and I had shared.  Just then Irish turned and gave a slight wave to Steve and started toward me.  Before he even took six steps out of the office, two of the girls from the huddle scurried over, standing directly in front of him leaving him no other option but to stop.  I watched him push his sunglasses through his hair, resting them on top of his head. 

He turned his face to them a little, appearing to be listening to one of the gals who must have been talking quietly.  I saw him smile and answer yes to whatever question the girl must have asked.
I groaned internally and I crossed my legs, watching the gals flirt with their new boss.  I felt my foot start bouncing as they continued talking.  Now the other girl was laughing and I watched Irish take a small step back from them as they’d slyly moved closer to him while talking.  This was difficult to watch, but I wasn’t looking away for one second. I felt a sharp tinge of jealousy course through my veins. This was the first time I had even really thought about Irish with other women since I’d met him at the airport. Finally one of the girls walked back to her desk and wrote something on a piece of paper.  When she returned to Irish, she handed the paper to him and he accepted it.  I was now feeling hot under the collar. 

I could feel an ugly expression flowing over my face and I quickly tried to change it.  “Smile, Jurnee, they’re just silly teens,” I
whispered under my breath.  At that moment Irish pointed at me.  Both female heads whipped around, looking at me as if they’d totally forgotten I was there.  I smiled and prayed Irish was finishing up.  Touching one gal on the shoulder attempting to get by her, he finally headed toward me.  I stood up and quickly moved toward the door.  Irish followed me out to the car, opening my door before going around to his side.  One of the girls actually came to the front door and waved to him as he climbed into the driver’s seat.  I stared at her in disbelief.  I didn’t look at him as he turned the key and started the ignition.

I pulled my seatbelt harder and faster than I needed to and looked out the front window.  “I guess they all liked you?” I finally huffed.  Irish had begun to back out but stopped the car.

“Jurnee,” but I still wasn’t looking at him, “is something wrong?”

“Nope, nothing’s wrong, Irish,” and I reached down to the floorboard to grab my purse.  From the corner of my eye, I saw him put the car in park. 

He put his hand on my knee. “Jurnee, please look at me,” he asked confused and although I didn’t mean to, I felt myself roll my eyes before turning to face him.

”Yes,” I said
, focusing on the steering wheel rather than him.

“Please tell me that you’re not jealous,”
he said sarcastically and I heard him almost snicker. His tone made me look.

I flashed my eyes to his face and staring into his said, “Heavens no, why would I be jealous?”  He looked at me and I held his eyes.  His face was confused and almost frozen, but after several moments of holding my stare, he began to smile slowly.  I watched his face change.

“You’re not jealous of those girls, are you?  Tell me you you’re not” and he squeezed my leg, leaning toward me.  I turned away from his smirking face and looked back out the front window.  He squeezed my leg again.  “Jurnee, please look at me,” but I couldn’t.  He took his hand from my knee and unlatched his seatbelt. 

Before I realized what he was doing, he was out his door and came around to my side, opening the door and holding his hand out
 for mine.  I looked up at him.  We were still in the parking lot and right in front of an office window.  I could see several people standing there watching us.  I looked back at him and reluctantly reached for his hand.  He helped me out of the car and backed me up against the passenger door.  I searched his face, waiting to understand what he was doing. 

He reached for my hips and lined himself in front of me, holding me in place with his body.  He then touched
 each side of my face and forcefully pressed his lips to mine.  My mouth opened involuntarily and he slowed his intensity to a more passionate pace.  I felt my hands grab both sides of his chest and squeeze him hard in reaction to his kiss.  He finally stopped and pulled away, looking in my face and gently kissing my cheek.  Then he kissed my other cheek and my forehead.  I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself and slow my breathing. 

Taking my face into his hands, he whispered calmly, “Jurnee, I love you.  I told you that you’d never have to worry
about another woman.  I promised you that, remember?” and I nodded my head affirmatively. 

“I meant it; I am so in love with you I could never let anything ruin our relationship.  Please don’t ever forget that,” and I reached out to hug him, but mostly to hide my face in his chest.  I didn’t want to start crying.  I stood there trying to straighten myself up before leaving his embrace.

“Let’s go home now,” I heard him say.  I slowly released my hold and gave him a little smile before climbing back into the car, avoiding the front of the building, afraid to see how many people might be watching.  Irish started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.  At the first stop sign, he reached for my knee and gently squeezed it. 

I looked at him sheepishly. “Was everyone looking?” I asked.

He raised an eyebrow and gave me a devilish grin but paused before answering.  “I don’t think Steve was there, but everyone else was,” and he laughed.  I threw my hands up over my face, but also smiled a little, taking great pleasure in knowing those girls were watching.

 
When we arrived in La Jolla, I left Irish in the living room talking on his cell and went upstairs to take a shower.  I’d pretty much silently beaten myself up the entire ride home about how stupid I’d acted about those gals.  That wasn’t like me and I knew that Irish loved me.  I
had been
jealous and I didn’t like the way it made me feel or look.  Deciding never to let myself go there again, I released the energy.

Standing in the bathroom, I glanced at the tub and decided to take a bath rather than a shower.  I hadn’t taken a bubble bath since before my vacation while
still living in North Carolina.  I turned the knobs and regulated the temperature before plugging the tub.  I walked back into the bedroom and opened my suitcase, grabbing my bubble bath and a baby doll nightgown. Stripping off my clothes, I poured the remainder of the bubble bath under the cascading water.   I slowly dipped my right foot into the steaming bath, letting it adjust to the temperature.  Once I felt I could handle the heat, I placed my other foot in and eased my body down into the tub.  I let the bubbles completely cover my body, allowing the water to soothe me and let my jealous-female actions from today disappear.  My eyes were closed and I was about to drift off when I heard a soft tap on the door.

“Jurnee, can I come in?” I heard Irish ask quietly.

“Yes, baby,” I said shaking myself out of a relaxing coma.

He opened the door and stood there smiling at me.  I smiled back, realizing that this was really the first time anyone had ever come in while I was taking a bath.  I sat up a little,
 unconsciously, using some bubbles to cover my breasts. 

Irish continued to stare at me.  “You don’t know how awesome it is to see you in the bathtub, do you?  I’ve had so many dreams about you, Jurnee, but this is
 better than anything I ever imagined.  You’re so flipping beautiful.  I could stand here and stare at you for hours,” and he had a serious look on his face.

“I’d be a shriveled-up prune if you did that,
 Irish,” and I blew some bubbles at him.  He smiled and gave me the sweetest look.  It continuously felt as though he had me up on some pedestal on which I didn’t feel I belonged.

 
              He sat down on the toilet seat and with both hands under his chin asked, “What do you want to do for dinner?”  And his eyes never left the bubbles in the tub. 

I smiled and giggled, “Is there something that you’d like?  Aren’t you hungry?” I looked at his face. 

He quickly brought his eyes to mine and smiled.  “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am hungry but not for food,” he said.  “There’s actually something else I’d really like to eat right now.”  I felt my whole body quiver.  He looked so serious that his words made everything about him feel sexier.

“Well maybe you could order something for us to eat...you know,
 for dessert,” and I gave him my sexiest grin.  “I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes
for dinner
” and I stared dreamily into his eyes.  He stood up and raised an eyebrow with his mischievous grin on his face.  When the door closed, I lowered myself down into the water until my hair was completely covered.  I quickly finished bathing and shaved my legs. 

Remembering an article in
Cosmos
, I decided to try something new.  I quickly shaved an area I’d never shaved before.  I smiled to myself thinking about Irish’s reaction to my adventurousness.  I rinsed myself and wrapped a towel around me.  I towel-dried my hair and left it down to dry. 

I pulled my baby blue nightie on and slipped on the matching panties.  This would be the first time Irish ever saw me in a nightie, and I was a little nervous because I knew that my
introduction to oral sex
was absolutely going to happen.  I had butterflies in my stomach thinking about it.  Finally satisfied that I was as sexy as I was going to be, I headed down the stairs.  Sitting on the kitchen counter was a glass of wine and a note, “Please sip this glass of wine slowly, and I’ll be back before you know it.” 

As I finished my wine I heard the front door open.  “Jurnee, love, where...” and his words stopped as soon as his eyes met mine.  I watched his glazed eyes slowly roam up and down my bare skin.

“See something you like?” I teased, letting the wine do the talking.  He was holding a bag, but I watched his right hand rake through his golden brown hair as he stared at me.  He slowly approached, setting the bag on the counter.  I felt a warm rush flow through my body from the look he was giving me.  Irish placed his hands on my hips and began slowly to run his long fingers up and down my sides.  He then placed his hand on the ribbon of my baby dolls.  I felt my heart begin to quicken as he traced the pattern of the bow with his fingertips.

“I picked up dessert,” he said.
  He had a look on his face I’d never seen before.  It was one hundred degrees above any look that he’d ever given me.  I felt his hands roam down my back before landing straight on my backside.  Irish gave my butt a soft squeeze, getting a little jump from me.  I gazed in his eyes as his tongue began licking his lips.  He leaned in, painfully slow, before he finally touched mine.  I let out a quiet whimper and my hands involuntarily wound themselves into his soft, thick hair.  Finally releasing my lip, I felt his tongue ease into my mouth, running it smoothly against mine.  I pushed my hips into his erection and let out a moan as he continued to devour my lips.  When I felt him begin to pull away, I tried to take his tongue into my mouth, but he pulled it back from me. 

Irish leaned back and grinned at me.  “I believe its dinner time, Jurnee,” and the look in his eyes made my heart pound
uncontrollably. I was nervous but also excited about experiencing
this
part of lovemaking. Reading about this hadn’t prepared me for the way this would really feel.  Irish reached for my hips firmly and lifted me up onto the cold granite counter.  He stood directly between my legs and I wrapped them around his back, causing him to push firmly into me.  My nightie had ridden up, leaving my panties as the only barrier.  His face was so close to mine I could feel his warm breath washing over me.  I looked up at his gorgeous face.  I was finally that woman I read about. He was really mine.

He leaned back and began running his hands up and down the back of my calves, gently rubbing and massaging them. They slowly
 he migrated around and lingered inside my thighs.  His finger grazed across my panties and he raised an eyebrow to me along with an approving grin when he felt my moistness.   Leaning in and kissing my neck, I felt him take both sides of my panties, pulling them down my legs and completely off.  My anxiety was increasing with every passing second.  He was going to see what I had done in the bath earlier and I was anxious to see his reaction. 

The coolness of the counter touching my bare skin was such a
n exhilarating contrast to the heat now emanating from my body.  He eased me back onto the countertop, while pushing my nightie up, leaving me completely bare from the stomach down.  He placed his hands along my sides and leaned down softly kissing my stomach.  I could feel the muscles in my stomach tighten with anticipation as his hot breath washed over my skin. I had dreamed of this moment. He was making his way slowly down toward my hips and I squirmed when he swirled his tongue along the outside of my belly button.  I lifted my head and watched as he kissed a trail along my hipbone moving closer to my wet spot.  I finally laid all the way back letting my long hair fan out onto the cold counter.  My dreams were just about to come true.

I felt him place soft kisses along my invisible panty line and I felt his hot breath whisper, “Jurnee, you’re so
sensuous, girl.”  I let my eyes close and my hands gripped the hard stone and I smiled as I felt his mouth touch exactly the spot I wanted.  Suddenly he lifted my calves, placing the soles of my feet onto the edge of the cool granite counter.  Sliding his hands back down my legs, he let them rest alongside my ankles.  Once I felt his tongue slide gently up my spot, I thought I was going to die.  I wiggled, not being able to stop myself.  The second time he applied a little more pressure, causing a whimper to escape my lips.  I bit down on my bottom lip trying to contain myself.  Irish started moving his tongue at a faster pace, applying more pressure with each lick. God I loved this man. He moved his hand around to my thigh and gripped it tightly, now with his face directly on my spot.  He ran his tongue up and down, now lightly nibbling, causing me to squirm and buck my hips toward him.  As he suckled my spot and noticed he had eased one of his long fingers slowly into me, causing a soft moan.