Wrong Girl (20 page)

“That
was incredible.” I murmur incoherently, placing a hand against my heaving
chest.

“It
was better than that. It was divine.” He responds slowly crawling up the length
of my naked body.

He
places a chaste kiss against my lips and I can taste my sweet arousal on him.
I’m actually amazed to discover that this turns me on even more.

“That
good?” I joke playfully.

“You
have no idea, do you? You have no idea how gorgeous you are when you come.”

I
can feel my face turning red. I’ve never been any good at taking compliments,
especially when it comes to anything sexual. To say that I have little
experience when it comes to men is a huge understatement.

“Do
you still want to have…?” I trail off, unable to complete my sentence.

“Are
you kidding me? Now more than ever.” Zack chuckles softly, motioning towards
the huge bulge straining against his trousers.

He’s
still shirtless but has yet to remove anything else. My inquisitiveness is
overwhelming, I’d give anything to observe every single part of him. I want to
satisfy him and help him experience the joy and exuberance he just bestowed
upon me.

“I
can always help you with that.” I speak softly, trying to ignore the anxious
butterflies in my stomach.

I
don’t know where my boldness has come from. I’ve never spoken like this in my
entire life and can only blame the remarkable release I’ve just experienced.

“I
know you’re nervous. We really don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable
with.” He assures me, affectionately twirling a strand of my hair around his
fingers.

“I
am
nervous but I want to.” I encourage him, needing to sound convincing.

 He
watches me closely, searching my face for any signs of doubt or uncertainty. I
try to keep my expression blank and unreadable, the last thing I want is for
him to change his mind and if he thinks I’m scared, I know he won’t hesitate to
put a stop to the whole thing.

Zack
finally nods his head, silently acknowledging my request. I breathe a huge sigh
of relief, grateful that we will be able to be together in the most intimate
way possible. I’m still the only one of us who is naked and can’t even begin to
describe how desperate I am for Zack to be the same. He somehow manages to
interpret my expression and read my unspoken thoughts, slowly undoing the belt
around his waist. He’s kneeling right before me, intently observing my expression
as he starts to take off his remaining clothes.

The
sound of his belt coming free has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard
in my life. The zipper on his trousers being undone is a close second. The
expensive material glides down his muscular thighs. It strokes the skin so
intimately, it makes me jealous. His black Calvin Klein boxers only accentuate
his toned physique and the impressive concealment underneath them.

“Like
what you see?” He taunts me mischievously, a playful smirk on his face.

“You
know I do.”

“Prove
it.” He challenges, watching me closely.

I
only hesitate for a moment. Knowing that I only get to experience one night
with him is enough to spur me on. I know I don’t want to regret anything, I
refuse to look back on this night with regret or sadness. I want to cherish
every single second I have with this magnificent man and that’s not going to
happen if I stay reserved and unsure.

My
hand reaches out, stroking the hardness of his arousal through the soft
material of his boxers. Zack sucks in a lungful of air, clenching his fists as
his jaw tightens. He’s clearly exerting a tremendous amount of restraint over himself
and to know that I’m the cause of this is beyond flattering. It’s hard to
believe that such a remarkable man desires me. Zack’s movie-star good looks,
phenomenal body and elegant face captivated me from the start. I don’t think
that’s ever going to change, regardless of who I end up with and whether he
will become my brother-in-law. My attachment to him is something I will have to
learn to exist with, whether I like it or not.

My
hesitant fingers slip inside his underwear, grazing against the warm skin
underneath it. Zack’s breathing turns erratic, laboured and shallow. I know I’m
tormenting him but that’s exactly what he did to me… I have no intention of
stopping now.

“Sam,
please.” He begs me, eyes closed, his mouth slightly parted.

“What
do you want? Tell me.” I murmur seductively, sitting up in bed.

“You.
I want you. God, Samantha, just touch me. Please, I’m begging you.”

Unable
to deny either one of us any longer, I reach inside his boxers, wrapping my
fingers around him. I inhale sharply when I see his spectacular length for the
first time. He’s huge and I really have no idea how he’s going to fit inside
me.

“Sam,
are you ok?”

Zack’s
question pulls me out of my reverie, bringing me straight back to the present
and the problematic situation I’m now in. Do I tell Zack the truth? Do I tell
him that I haven’t had sex in five years? Even then it was only the once, it
hardly makes me experienced when it comes to this and I don’t want to put him
off. He might change his mind, he might think there’s something wrong with me
and put a stop to the whole thing before we’ve even started.

“I’m
fine, everything’s fine.” I respond quickly, forcing myself to smile.

“Erm…
I know I’m… err…” He struggles to find the right words, turning red with
embarrassment.

“Big?”
I offer, grinning inanely.

“Yeah.
You still want to though, right?” He gazes down at me, clearly worried.

“Of
course.” I assure him, placing a soft kiss on the inside of his palm.

“Phew!
Thank God. Your expression changed as soon as you saw me, you looked terrified
and that terrified me.” He admits, raking his fingers through his hair.

“I’m
sorry. I was a little shocked but I haven’t changed my mind.”

The
next part is what I’ve been dreading. I’m not sure if Zack wants me to
reciprocate the pleasure he just gave me and I have no idea where to start when
it comes to performing oral sex. When I was eighteen and lost my virginity,
Paul and I didn’t engage in any foreplay whatsoever. It was just sex and if I’m
being really honest, I was left feeling very unsatisfied and unsure. I didn’t
get what all the fuss had been about and I suppose the consequences of what
happened has put me off sex ever since.

I
needn’t have worried, what Zack says next takes me by complete surprise,
leaving me astonished and incredibly relieved.

“You
look so beautiful right now, you’re practically glowing. I know I’m never going
to forget the way your lips look, mere inches away from being wrapped around
me. I can feel your warm breath and the sight of your tongue peeking out to wet
your lips is beyond tempting. Everything about you is exquisite and that’s why
I really need to be inside you. We can save the rest for later. I need to be
deep inside that gorgeous little pussy of yours before we do anything else. Is
that ok with you?”

I
stare up at him with wide eyes. Did he really just say all of that to me? If
I’d heard it from anyone else I would think it was a line but hearing it from Zack…
I know he means every word. He’s truthful and honest, direct and unassuming. He
says what he feels and I can only hope that one day I’ll be as forthright and
upfront about the way I feel.

“More
than ok.” I answer him, allowing myself to be pushed back onto the bed.

Zack
wriggles out of his final item of clothing, leaving him completely naked and
gloriously perfect. His body could have been carved by angels, he’s
that
gorgeous.
His olive skin is such a great contrast to my own, I thought we would look odd
together but we don’t. His dark looks compliment how fair I am and his
muscular, toned physique stand out even more against my petite body.

“I
need to know if you’re on birth control. Do I need to use a condom?” He asks,
supporting his weight above me on his elbows.

“I’m
on the pill but I thought we would use condoms as well.” I tell him, wondering
why he would suggest us being together without one.

I’m
on the pill and have been since I got pregnant five years ago. I first started
taking it to regulate my period and then I decided to stay on it just in case.
I know it doesn’t make much sense to be on birth control if I’m not sexually
active but I felt like it was the right thing to do. I could never run the risk
of it happening again. I’ve always been terrified of a second unplanned
pregnancy. I can’t go through that trauma again. Not ever.

 “We
can if it makes you feel better but I really don’t want to. I want to feel you
and I don’t want anything between us.” Zack explains, gazing intently into my
eyes.

“Ok.”
I whisper.

“You’re
sure?”

“I’m
sure. We don’t have to use one.” I clarify confidently.

“I’m
clean, I promise.” He assures me.

I
actually got tested after I first slept with Paul, struggling to believe I could
have been so stupid, having unprotected sex with someone I hardly knew is the
most idiotic thing I’ve ever done and that’s why the first thing I did was book
an appointment to get checked. I’m so thankful that I did because the idea of
Zack being inside me, the knowledge that there will be nothing between us is
far too tempting for me to ignore.

The
next few minutes are spent kissing. I really don’t think I’ll ever grow tired
of the way Zack’s tongue feels inside my mouth. Twirling with my own as they tangle
together, participating in their own sweet dance. He slowly nibbles along my
bottom lip, softly tugging it between his teeth as his hand fists itself in my
hair. I moan loudly, arching my back so I can bring our naked bodies closer
together. My breasts are crushed beneath his chest as my aroused nipples brush
against his skin. I never thought I would be into something like this. Rough
sex is something I never thought I would enjoy and yet here I am… desperate for
this powerful and incredible man to take me. I don’t want him to hold back, I
want him to be harsh and brutal, I want him to show me how much this is killing
him. I want his urgency and his aggression, it’s the only way I will know he is
right with me.

“You
think you’re ready, baby? I need to be inside you.”

The
perspiration on his forehead is enough to show me that his self-restraint has
reached its absolute limit. He’s not yet had any sort of release and I can
understand his desperation and all its discomfort.

“What
do you think?” I ask, raising one eyebrow up at him. He should know how badly I
need him by now.

I
moan loudly as his fingers wander down my body, cupping my sex as he circles my
clitoris with his thumb.

“I’d
say you’re definitely ready. You’re soaking wet and I can’t wait for you to sit
that beautiful little pussy of yours on my face, riding my tongue like you
would my dick.”

His
words are my undoing. My hands grab his shoulders, forcefully pulling his body
against mine. The weight of him on top of me is amazing, I want him to crush
me. I want to experience every single ounce of his strength. When the tip of
him brushes against my entrance, provoking another sensual moan from my lips.

Zack
was right, I am really turned on and it shouldn’t be a problem for him to slide
into me. However, he doesn’t know how inexperienced I am and I can already feel
the sharp, intrusive pain that every woman can identify with. My inner muscles
want to block him out, my body wants to deny him entry because it knows the
pain that will follow.

“
Fuck
,
you’re really tight.” Zack mutters to himself, straining to control the
overwhelming instinct he must have to thrust inside me.

The
tendons in his arms are straining from the prolonged support they’re providing
for his upper body. My own stature is rigid and uneasy, everything it shouldn’t
be if I want this to go well.

“Sam,
are you ok? You’re really tense and you’re unbelievably tight. I don’t want to
hurt you.”

“I
knew it would be like this.” I wail despairingly, closing my eyes as I try to
even out my breathing.

I
cannot have a panic attack. I cannot have a panic attack. I cannot let my
anxiety win. Not tonight.

“Like
what?” He asks, stroking a finger down the side of my face.

“It’s
just that… I haven’t…”

“What?”
He persists, now trailing his finger across my collarbone.

“I
haven’t…”

God,
I still can’t say it. What the hell is wrong with me? I guess it’s what you
call Damaged Goods.

“Shit,
are you a virgin?”

“No,
no. I’m not. It’s just I haven’t had sex in a really long time.” I confess,
reluctantly opening my eyes to look at him.

“How
long?” He demands abruptly.

“Five
years.”

“Five
years?! Jesus… why didn’t you say anything?”