Laurie's Time (The Fairfield Series) (13 page)

“Thank god,” he said, his mouth claiming hers once more. Startled, he felt her small hands on his chest pushing him away. Leaning back, he raised an eyebrow at her. She seemed nervous, not looking at him. “Babe, eyes on me.” Her eyes immediately shot to his, held there by his gaze. “What’s goin’ through that beautiful mind?”

Licking her lips, sending him to distraction, she faltered, “I need to…well, it’s just that…I…don’t really know…well, you…”

“Babe, whatever it is, just say it. If you don’t want to do this now, it’ll stop. We’re going at your pace, Laurie.”

“I’m a virgin,” she blurted out.

The words, like water over a dam that once out cannot be pulled back, hung between them in silence. Looking to the side, she could feel the blush burning from her chest to her hairline, flaming everything in between.

He was stunned at her words yet strangely at ease with her confession. In fact, he felt the oddest feeling of pride.
I may be a caveman, but damn – I’m the first.
He looked back down into her innocent face.
And I sure as hell will be her last.
Sensing her embarrassment, he quickly lowered his lips back to hers.

Speaking against her lips, as softly as a whisper, he told her, “Babe, glad you shared before this happened. I wanted it to be perfect for you, but now I know to make sure it goes slow and gentle as well.”

Taking her lips back in a gentle kiss that quickly spun into world-shattering territory, she gave in to the feelings. Leaning to one side, he slid one hand under the T-shirt she was wearing, halting in its path on her breast. Kneading the heavy weight in his hand, he captured her moans in his mouth. Encouraged, he gently pulled on her nipple, eliciting squirming from underneath him. Smiling, he slid her shirt over her head, rising back up to look at her stunning breasts. They were full and pale, with rosy peaked nipples, aching for his mouth.

Obliging, he lowered his mouth onto the closest nipple, sucking hard, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. Pulling it deeply into his mouth, he continued his hand on its exploration, over her stomach, down her hips, and into the boxers she was wearing. Jesus, she was so wet for him, he could feel himself almost lose control.
Focus man, focus. Go slow.

Her head was swimming with sensations she had never known. The feeling of his mouth on her nipples had her wanting to push her breasts upwards toward his face for more. His hand had slid down to her pussy, moving around in the moisture that had pooled there. Her hips began the age-old mating dance, pushing upwards towards his cock. Suddenly, she felt him slide a finger in her slick folds, creating a sensation that began to overtake her. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth, mimicking the action of his finger.

The pressure deep in her core began to build, to what end, she had no idea. It was as though she were running towards a goal, knowing the finish line would be the ultimate high. Feeling him add another finger to her dripping pussy, crooking it deeply inside, she crossed the finish line, bursting into flames that threatened to consume her as her inner muscles grabbed at his fingers. The sensations reverberated from her pussy outwards in all directions. Breathing heavily, she panted, trying to suck oxygen into her lungs. As the tingling subsided, she felt weightless in the aftermath of her race. Opening her eyes, she looked up at his face staring down at her.

“Is it supposed to be that way?” she wondered out loud, unsure of his reaction.

Emotion overtook him as he realized he had never experienced that – watching a woman come apart in his hands for the first time and knowing that he truly cared about her. Not just did she get off. Not just was she ready for the next one. Not just is it time to do it and get on my way.

Not saying anything, he dove in for another toe-curling kiss. Plundering her mouth, he explored each crevice while bringing his hand back up to her breast, kneading it in his palm. Feeling her hips begin to undulate again, he leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand. Feeling her stiffen, he looked down knowingly.

“Babe, no woman has ever been in this bed.”

Her eyes shot to his in doubt.

“It’s true, Laurie. There are no ghosts here in this apartment. No ghosts in this room, in this bed. Just you, babe. You are the first and only woman I ever wanted to be here. And you’re gonna be the last.”

Looking into her face, relieved when he saw her smile, he tore off the edge of the condom wrapper. She slid her hands down to his enormous dick, feeling the silky hardness there. Her hand would not circle it completely, but she worked it up and down as best as she could, trying to remember what she had learned from her romance novels.

“Whoa there, Laurie babe. This’ll end before it begins.” He rolled the condom on and placed his cock at her entrance. Hesitating, he wondered what to do.
Jesus, how can someone who has fucked as much as I have, not have a clue how to do this. Fast, hard, unemotional is the only thing I have ever done. Slow it down, ease it in.
In the past, Rob only cared that his partner got off, but he had never cared if they were comfortable, nurtured – all the things that he wanted for Laurie.

With his cock at her entrance, he slowly pushed, easing himself in.
Oh man, she is tight.
The sensations that felt so amazing to him, he realized would make it uncomfortable for her. Keeping his eyes on hers, he used her facial expressions to see how she was doing.

Wincing, with her eyes shut tight, she tried to relax as the sensation of fullness and pressure built.

“Laurie, don’t want to hurt you, babe, but I don’t know how not to.”

She just nodded, keeping her eyes tightly closed.

He continued to push is cock deeper, unsure how far to go.
I’ve always just slammed it in, knowing the woman could take it.
His partners never seemed to mind as they would moan loudly or scream, “oh baby”!

“Babe, need your eyes on me. I gotta know how slow to go to make this better for you.”

She answered him by pushing her hips up as far as they would go, impaling his dick in her. Gasping at the fullness and momentary pain, she felt him halt his motion. Looking into his deep Irish blue eyes, she smiled. “I’m okay, honey.”

Rob began sliding in and out of her tight pussy, stroking her gently then with a little more force, watching her face carefully. Gratefully, he saw no pain but a look of contentment crossing her expression. Emboldened, he leaned down to take her lips again.

Laurie felt her bottom lip being nipped by his teeth, the pain quickly being replaced by his gently sucking. The feeling she had earlier with just his fingers was amplified by his cock, its thickness sliding in and out of her pussy, also pressed on her clit, driving her mad with longing. The fleeting thought of her romance novels swept through her mind.
I want to do this right. I need to make sure I do everything I’m supposed to.
The thoughts were quickly forced out as she gave herself over to the sensations she was feeling deep inside.

“Rob, I need….”

“What do you need, babe?” he said.

“I…don’t…know…just…More!”

Grinning, he began to move faster, her tight muscles grabbing at his dick as he pumped deep inside.
Never. It’s never felt like this.
He reached down between them pinching her nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

That was all it took to take Laurie hurling into oblivion, electricity sparking from deep inside her core outwards to every corner of her being. Screaming his name, she felt her pussy tighten over and over, wanting to drag out the sensations to the end of time.

Rob, completely blown away by the power of her orgasm, pumped a few more times then joined her. Head raised, neck tight as he powered through his own release, he pulsated deep inside of her. Crashing down on top of her, he was vaguely aware that he was crushing her but felt unable to move.

Laurie, feeling his massive weight, gently massaged his back not wanting him to move. Rob, awareness returning as his ragged breathing eased, slid out and moved to the side. Hearing her mewling at the loss, he chuckled in pride.

“I’m not gone, babe, just lettin’ you breathe.” After a few minutes of letting the warmth spread over them at the enormity of what they had just done, he rolled off of the bed and stalked to the bathroom.

She watched his ass as he stalked away. She couldn’t help but smile as she realized that it was his ass that first grabbed her attention in the grocery store.
God, that’s a beautiful ass.

He returned, having disposed of the condom, and carrying a warm washcloth.

Embarrassed, she tried to pull up the sheet.

“Let me take care of you, babe,” he said, pulling the sheet back down. “And never hide that beauty from me.” He gently wiped the cloth between her legs, noting the blood. Shaking his head, he felt the air leaving his lungs. It was one thing to be told the woman you love is a virgin, but seeing the physical evidence was overwhelming.
Love?
He smiled to himself.
Yeah, Love. That is what this is.

Rubbing her hands on his chest, marveling at the expanse of muscle underneath her fingers, she looked into his eyes. Licking her lips nervously, she asked, “Is it always like that?” She hated having to be compared to all the other women he ever had, but she was so afraid she fell short of his expectations.

Rob, seeing the doubt in her beautiful eyes, knew she felt insecure.
My fucking reputation is making her feel this way.
Cupping her face in his hand, he stroked her cheek with his thumb. Leaning down so that his lips were almost touching hers, breath mingling, he said, “Babe, it’s never felt like that for me. Blew me away. You’re my dream, Laurie, and I gotta say it upfront. I’m in love with you. Never said that to anyone either. I know it’s too soon for you, but a man like me, I feel it, I say it.”

He looked into her expressive eyes that filled with tears.

“I love you too, Rob. I was just afraid….”

He interrupted, “Laurie, from the moment I met you months ago, there’s been no other woman. Told you I was gonna work every day to make sure I deserve you, but you also gotta know there is nothing standin’ between us. No other woman exists for me. Not in the past. Not in the future. I can’t change my fuck ups from the past, but they have no place in what we have. You get me, babe?”

She listened with her whole heart.
He loves me. He wants me.
Nodding, she placed her hand on the side of his face, pulling his lips in close to hers. “I got you, Rob.”

Rising off the bed, he pulled her to a standing position, holding her close as their bodies touched from chest to knees. Feeling his dick rising to the occasion again, he sent her into the shower alone, knowing if he spent any more time with her naked he wasn’t going to be able to stop himself from claiming her. She may not know it, but she was too tender to be taken right now.

He watched her walk out of the bathroom, once again dressed in one of his T-shirts and boxers, rolled several times at the hips to keep them up. Her wet hair was slicked back from her face, grey eyes clear and shining up at him as she walked across the room. She looked so natural in his apartment.
I want this every day. I want her here every day. I want her in my life forever.

He hopped into the shower, while she cooked breakfast for them. Turning on the large flat-screen TV while they ate, the local news was full of stories about the school fire and the heroic actions of the new first-grade teacher and the fireman that risked their lives to save the children.

His phone ringed with an incoming message, and he looked down. “Babe, it’s Tom. His text says Carol’s been trying to get hold of you.”

Grabbing her phone from her purse, she looked up in shock. “I have thirty-seven missed calls.” Most were from Carol and Emma, but several were from the newspaper and local television station. Calling Emma first and then Carol, she assured them she was fine and had spent the night with Rob so that she could be cared for. Both women read between the lines and knew that something had happened. Promising to talk to them later, she hung up.

Rob smugly looked over. “Your girls wantin’ details?”

Giggling, she just vaguely answered, “Maybe.”

“Well make sure you tell them I was awesome!” he joked, kissing her quickly.

She just smiled, knowing those words were exactly what she would be saying to them.

T
he rest of the week was busy as Laurie and the other teachers met to find out what to do about their classes. The fire was contained in the kitchen and stairwell, but there was smoke and water damage to the classrooms nearest that area. The city’s building architects declared the rest of the building to be safe, but the school remained closed while the school board came up with a plan for the clean-up and feeding the children during lunches. It was finally determined that the town’s middle school, which was just down the street, would provide sack meals for the elementary children until the kitchen was repaired.

Laurie walked into her classroom, looking at the plywood covering the broken window. Drawn to it, she reached out, her hand resting on the window sill that she had lifted the children through. Heart pounding, she took a step back. The knowledge that Rob was her savior gave her comfort, but the memories of that day still caused her palms to sweat.

“You okay?” Jean asked, slipping into the room behind Laurie. Jean Roberts was the school social worker.

Laurie, smiling, turned and leaned over for a hug. “You here to check me out?” she asked only partially joking.

Jean looked back and smiled. “Nah, I’m here as a friend.”

Laurie laughed. “I’m fine. I was just having a moment there – remembering how lucky we all were. And I really miss the kids; I can’t wait till they get back.”

“You’re a great teacher Laurie. That is a gift you know,” Jean said, peering deeply into her friend’s eyes. Laurie felt herself blush. Jean continued, “I’m serious. You care, you give, you have a great capacity for putting others first. Your parents must be proud.”