The First Time (Love in No Time #1) (13 page)

“Are you ready to go?” I nod. My hand is clasped and we are out into the bright night that is surprisingly quiet. Maybe the blaring music inside had made be deaf. We have not stopped to see or greet anyone. We are out the main door, seated into the back of Rocky’s car. Rocky and Wady have appeared from nowhere. Rocky has started the car while Wady is hanging in through the front window smiling stupidly, saying nothing but saying it all. There is a weird vibe in the car at least in those five minutes we sit there. The silence endures as we traverse through the sodium lighted streets of Delhi to, I am assuming, my house. Not a word has been uttered in the thirty minute ride back. My hand, however, is in a vice like grip. I feel slick between my palms and elsewhere too. This is hot in more than one way! I need to lighten the mood, though. This is getting too serious for words.

“Ok, thanks guys. See you when I see you.” I say as I attempt to step out the car. But I am jerked back into the car by the vice-like grip as a voice growls, “What the fuck?”

“I told you before the evening began, we are doing this, us, tonight and we are. Nothing has changed, capiche?”

“Seriously, capiche? Where are you going with your flair of languages, Mr.? This is not
Fish Called Wanda
—there is no fish, and I am not Wanda, in case you haven’t noticed. I am sure a certain someone will be happy to be your Wanda or whatever you want at this time of the night. Not me.”

I attempt once again to be free. But he is not ready for it.

“Get out.” He says abruptly. I am shocked. I still.

He says again, “Get out.” My cheeks heat as feel the beginnings of anger bubbling deep within. I am out the car before the frog could croak the second time. Damn! I am not going to cry. I cannot cry. This is stupid and he is a jerk. I fumble for the keys inside my bag. Why the fuck is it so dark out here? Stupid streetlights. Stupid city. Stupid country. Now the tears are free flowing. I wipe them away vehemently. I just need to get inside the house. I open the doors and his hand closes on mine.

“Get away. And stay away. Nobody talks to me the way you just did.” I push him as hard as I can. But he remains as stationary as a rock. Stupid men. I plan to slam the door on his face but he is already inside and locking the door behind him. Well, fuck me. Fine. He is sleeping on the couch and in the heat for all I care.

“Fine. Be my guest. Here is the couch and there is the fan switch. Good night.”

I attempt to move past him. No such luck. Nothing is getting past him, especially me. I refuse to look at him as we stand opposite each other, breathing heavy. The crickets are having a feast outside—the decibel levels are reaching a screaming pitch now. It matches our silence quite proportionately.

Suddenly, I am hoisted into his arms before he makes his way to my bedroom. I am desperately clutching his arm because I am not used to being in this tabletop position. I am dizzy—not sure from being parallel to the ground or from his audacity. He throws me on to the mattress on the floor! And before the surprise registers, his body covers mine. All breath has been squeezed out of my body, literally. His eyes sear into me even as his face slowly becomes a blur. He kisses me. There is no tentativeness here. This is no holds barred kind of a kiss. The tongue is kept at bay. But the lips are marauding, relentlessly pressing into mine. This is my first real kiss and its marvelous! He shifts slightly without breaking the lip lock, settling his body into my curves. He is hard. I feel him digging into my core, in that slightly uncomfortable and I-am-shocked kind of way. I am scared to discover his size when we get to it. I have really never seen one before.

My mother was misinformed once—that a women could get pregnant with a man’s middle finger. She never got the euphemism—penis equals a middle finger. So she went into her wedding night expecting an innocuous middle finger. I won’t venture to think of her shock at encountering an ugly serpent! Yes, I said “ugly” and “serpent” for there is nothing pretty about any penis—it is ugly in its obviousness, period. I wouldn’t want to see it—only experience what wonderful ways it can massage my insides if it is able to power itself through. Yes, I am talking orgasms. I need orgasms to know what the goddamn fuss has been about through the history of time. It better not suck and he better suck on it if his instrument suddenly turns useless on me. Right now I am feeling its magnificent tumescence and there are good possibilities here. I want to touch him but my hand won’t move. His lips haven’t shifted an inch. He is drawing all that is inside my mouth. Dear god!

Suddenly my lips are free but his mouth has found my ear.

“You taste so sweet. I bet you taste better down there. I bet I will find a sweet, sweet pussy with luscious, bee-bitten lips coated with your luscious juiciness. I bet you are so wet right now that your panties are soaked and you can’t wait to get these off so you can find some air to cool your core. I know how I make you feel. I know how your vagina clenches every time I come near you and all your juices spill out without warning. I know that when you get home you have to change underwear but not before feeling and licking your own juices. All the while you are thinking of me and sucking hard on your finger, hoping it was my penis that you had in your mouth instead. And sometimes you come so hard that you scream like there is no one in this world except you. I know you wish that my mouth was right there when you come so I can lick away every single drop. And you know that I will with much pleasure. So tell me—are you wet or are you wet?”

I have no words. This is the most erotic, up close and personal spiel I have ever heard or probably ever will.

“I am wet.” Well, well. The words slip out before a brain freeze.

Damn! He has already slid down my body, my panties have been dispensed with and his thicket of hair is all I see between my legs. His tongue does a quick cursory lick of my cunt and my stomach clenches so hard that I can feel pain radiate across all nerves. His lips substitute for his tongue as he performs a quick series of suction on my lips down there. I am slipping into an orgasmic state. My body feels like liquid. I am not on earth anymore. This is my entry into a different stratosphere where I know I will experience all sensations so extreme that I will be numb after.

His tongue is buried deep into my folds. He is making slurping sounds like he is sucking on his favorite shaved ice ball. I smile at the ridiculousness of the moment like its not happening. I rub my eyes to make sure there is indeed a bad man between my legs and there is one indeed. I cock my knees, pull myself up on my elbows and watch his licking action. His eyes lock with mine—all drunk, scary, and lustful. He brushes his lips against my lips, bites on the button that is turning into a hard little nub at every graze, and then brings his tongue out to lick juices trickling out at every urging of his tongue. He makes satisfactory sounds with every lick. Each sound hits my core, makes my vagina clench and release more of my juices into his waiting mouth.

“You are so juicy. I love it.” Just that makes me almost come violently into his mouth. And he is nowhere done. He stretches my parted lips with his fingers to dig in deeper with his tongue. The long sweep of his tongue makes me come so hard that I break into a sweat and feel my body convulse like its being electrocuted. My lower back careens up and sideways involuntarily. He holds me down with his mouth, all the while lavelling away at my center like he has found his foundation of elixir. I need him to stop—my nub is sensitive and throbbing. I need a break. But he is not ready to give me any. He keeps his mouth locked to my lips, his face is immobile as it lies buried in my core. I think he instinctively knows that I am raw and that I need a moment. He is giving me a moment. I know, though, my time is ticking and he is waiting for me to relax my muscles just that much for him to send his longest muscle into overdrive and all for the sake of my pleasure! What a man! I smile to myself. And I guess that relaxes my muscles just enough and he takes his opportunity. It takes me less than thirty seconds to explode all over again.

This time I know I am screaming, so loud that I am sure the neighbors can hear me. I am sure the calls have been made and the police are on their way. Of course I am praying that they don’t. That would be so complicated, not to mention embarrassing. I am sure somehow my parents will hear about it, not sure though what version would they hear—of me coming all over my boyfriend’s face or me with a boy alone in the house. Being with a boy alone could drive them to put me under house arrest. The whole imagined situation was too much to take. So I just enjoy my release. The non-existent arrest can wait.

I lie there feeling exhausted and satiated at the same time. I am sure he is too, at least his tongue has to be! He is motionless between my legs. I am about to say something when he looks up. His mouth is coated with my juices. And his eyes look shifty—like he is in some trance. He smiles a wet smile as he starts a slow glide up my body. My body starts to hum again. He is laying sweet kisses along his ride. I can feel each kiss right through my core. His full weight is now on me. I am squished but I don’t think I want to mind. It is a feeling of being overwhelmed physically. And I don’t think of protesting even as my body instinctively wants to free itself from the constraint. His face is right above mine. I can smell myself on him. There is something completely disgusting and erotic about smelling yourself for the first time and that too via someone else! I know he wants to kiss me with those lips. I am not sure if I want to taste myself.

“Hey, hey . . . look at me.” My eyes are closed somehow.

“Hey, babe, c’mon look at me.” He whispers again. I open my eyes.

He slowly raises his right hand, takes his middle finger to his mouth, sucks it off, and then says, “You are delicious, babe. I could eat you for hours.”

I avert my eyes, unable to take the compliment. It is just too erotic to acknowledge. As I feel myself flow down there, I feel him harden against my belly. He kisses me hard as he rolls me so I am atop him. I like this. I think I like being in charge. I kiss him back, hard and then begin my slide down his body. Slowly, planting kisses along the way just like he had. I feel him shiver and groan at each touch of my lips. I am encouraged to be brave and head towards his man zone. I am not sure if I want to encounter something that is apparently so big or at least feels like that. I close my eyes and touch my lips to his dick. He lets out serious groan that echoes in the room. Hmmm! I am holding him now. I start stroking him—up and down. Slowly at first and then with some vigor. He pants a little. I am even more encouraged. I circle the head with my tongue lightly at first, wetting it. Slowly I take his shaft into my mouth. I am careful to keep my teeth away from the soft muscle. But I inadvertently graze it. And his moan is deep and guttural. He likes it! So I try it again. And he moans again. His shaft is in my mouth, all the way.

“God, baby, your mouth is so warm on me. It’s so, so warm. I just love it.” I am encouraged by his compliment as I suck on him harder, all the while twisting and massaging his length. I don’t even know how I know what to do.

I am a natural I realize. I guess not all is theory. It is really practice that makes anyone perfect! And I for one was born perfect! I smile as I continue sucking him loudly as if enjoying all that this giant lollipop had to offer. I wish it was honey and chocolate. Ah! That gives me an idea. But his hand his holding me steady to the movement on his shaft. I guess I am not going anywhere very soon. I close my eyes as I continue with my physical task pleasuring this man who pleasures me everyday with just his words.

Suddenly, I am pulled up so I am face to face with him. His mouth latches on to mine so hard that our teeth are grinding. I am sure some of the dust is being devoured in this kiss. His tongue darts in, licking the bridge of my mouth, tangling well with my own. This is so erotic that I feel leakage between my legs, my vagina contracts like its about to push forth a baby! In my head, I am thinking, “this feels so good” because I really cannot speak, literally. And then his finger finds my wetness. He strokes my nub slowly at first and then faster to match the sucking motion of his mouth. I am on fire.

“C’mon, baby, come for me, come for daddy.” Oh, god! Those words just push me over and I come so hard that there are tears running down either side of my cheeks.

“Oh, baby, let it out. You needed this, didn’t you. Oh, my poor baby so crazy for daddy . . . can’t control herself. Aren’t you a bad girl? You shouldn’t be acting like this with strangers, you know. Spreading your legs every time I say “spread,” letting yourself be fondled and teased mercilessly. Not so diffident, I see. So full of surprises, baby.”

My eyes are squeezed shut. His words are gliding over my overheated body like dry ice—making it more sensitized in its post-orgasmic state. He is kissing me again—just sweet, sweet kisses all over my face, my neck, my chest, my forehead. I am crying now. I cannot take so much sweetness from a man. No man was ever this tender or kind or gentle or so giving.

Suddenly something dawns on me, “You didn’t come!” I blurt out. His lips pause for a second on my forehead as I feel his body shake. He is laughing! The SOB is laughing! I push him off me in my annoyance. He is heavy. He doesn’t budge an inch over me. I push and land some puny punches over his chest. He not only wards them but takes my arms, pushes them over my head as he continues to kiss my lips. I am being soothed. I continue to push when he says, rather quietly, “Don’t, baby. Let me soothe you. You have to let me soothe you.” And just like that I am soothed.

I open my eyes to smile at the face above mine. His eyes are charcoal black, boring into mine with an intensity that belied the choice of his words earlier. The heat rebuilds between our bodies. I squirm under him. He settles in even firmly over me—his hardness fitting into my emerging wetness. I am not sure of what to do so I just increase my squirming. These are not sensations I am familiar with. I have never had them in any measure before. And yes, I want more. I definitely want more. I am aching for more. He knows it. He wants to give me more because I feel him slide ever so slowly over my body, kissing each part he crosses to his destination—my cunt.