Love Unexpected (17 page)

I've been waiting for this moment. There was no going back.
 

Sedona

Wow! His place was nice. It screamed ‘single college guys’. A 60” HDTV and 3 game consoles were encased in the entertainment center in the living room. An elongated couch that could probably seat 8 people surrounded the TV. There was a small kitchen and bar area across from the living room.

I was so hungry so I finished the nachos and popcorn while I fed him bits and pieces. He had this amused look on his face the whole time I was eating. Maybe it was because he was accustomed to his dates not eating when they were at restaurants? I mean, from the pictures that I have seen, the women he dated obviously needed to eat tons of nachos and popcorn before they could even match half of my size. 

His couch was really comfortable. I was sitting like a lady should, my feet flat on the floor, knees parallel to my hips and back leaning slightly against the couch. He urged me
make myself comfortable and put my legs up on the couch. Whenever he looked at me with those sexy eyes, I found myself saying yes.

The movie was probably great. My attention just wasn’t in it. I wanted alone time with him.

In the middle of the movie, my feet found their way to his thighs. I lightly caressed his thighs with my toes. He was still engrossed in the movie. I was not going anywhere with this. I decided to up the ante. My body was starving for him. He looked so delicious and I wanted a taste of him.

I sat up and licked his earlobe. Kind of like the way the woman did, in one of Tanya’s ‘educational’ videos. Now, I had his full attention. His gaze pierced through me. I felt desire undulating through my body. He sat me up on his lap and carried me over to his bedroom. Man, he was so strong. I was not a puny thing. But the way he carried me, it was like him carrying a regular bag of groceries. Masculine desire poured out of his breath.

We were not talking. Our bodies were carrying on conversations by themselves. 
 

This was all new to me. I did not dare tell him that this would be my first time. I felt that if I did, he would treat me differently. With Zander, I wanted to experience what it was lik
e to have unleashed passion.
 

I did not want to lose my resolve. Not that I actually could, with Zander now trailing kisses from my breasts to my tummy, as he lai
d me on his king sized bed.
 

He was inching his way down to the button of my jeans when he stopped and looked up at me.
 

"Sedona, we can stop if you want." I could tell
he was fighting himself.
 

"No, I don't want to stop. I want to feel you. All of you." I slowly pushed myself up and started unzipping my jeans and pulling them down. I wore the special silk bra and panties that Nalee helped me pick out. His eyes widened when he saw me stripped
down to my underwear.

I reached for his jeans and started unbuckling his belt.
 

"Baby, we don't have to do this now," he act
ually hissed when he spoke.
 

“Zander, I want you. Do you want me?" I looked at his burning gaze. I slow
ly undid my bra.
 

"Oh god, yes. More than anything." His voice throaty and his hands shook at his sides. He helped me unbuckle his belt. My hand kept slipping. I was nervous but I was resolute. My heart and mind agre
ed, it was going to be him.
 

Tonight, at this exact moment, I wanted my first time to be with Zander. I didn't know when I'd feel this way again - this burning, explosive feeling that I felt for him. Only with him.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, babe.” I knew what he saw. I’ve stared at myself countless of times in the mirror. He would see my regular-sized breasts with puckered pink nipples, freckles and tiny moles spread across my body, and my black panties, dripping with wetness.
 

His fingers outlined my naked breasts and I ground onto his legs. I sat on top of him. I liked this position. I enjoyed seeing his head wrapped around my nipple. It made me even wetter. I might be inexperienced, but I was familiar with what pleasured me. Zander sucking on my nipple
s was definitely pleasurable.
 

"You are so hot,” his voice got huskier, hoarser, every time he spoke. My nipples
were entrapped in his lips.
 

"Zander, jeans off,
now
." I looked at his burning gaze and licked my lips.
 

When his jeans were finally off, I pushed him onto bed and climbed on top of him again. I started kissing his lips, working my way down. I've heard enough stories from my girlfriends and Tanya and I watched a couple of ‘educational’ movies last weekend so I have a pretty go
od idea of what I was doing.
 

When I licked his nipp
les, Zander let out a groan.
 

"Ohhhh, baby that feels so good. If you keep on doing that, thi
s will be over in a minute."
 

He lifted me up the bed and slowly put me down. This time, I was underneath him. He trailed kisses on my lips, my earlobe, my neck, and my shoulders. I felt his fingers working their way down to my center. He took a breast into his mouth and at the same time, flicked a finger
in between my thighs.
 

“Ohhh,” I moaned.
 

"Baby, you're so fucking wet," he barely got the
words out.
 

His right hand was in
side my panty and his fingers were busily working inside them. He was building the momentum. I felt the rough pads of his fingers against me. The sensations were heady, arousing. He removed his head from my breast and came up to my face. He opened my mouth with his tongue and when I responded, he sucked on my tongue. In and out. In and out. He kept sucking while his fingers were working their magic down below.
 

His mouth
burned my skin. His eyes were darkened with unrestrained desire. He lowered his head to one of my nipples and flicked it with his tongue.
 

"Ahh, Zander," I whispered, my voice filled with desperation, the need to be fulfilled was paramount.

"Yo
u okay, baby?" he whispered. He pulled my panty down and over my legs.
 

"Oohhhh yes!” I groaned. I wanted more. He must have sensed it because he slowly entered me with a finger. I came apart. He continued licking my nipple as he plunged another finger inside of me.
 

I thought I heard him say ‘tight’ when I felt another finger enter me. I felt full. I needed more. I felt myself easing up as his fingers entered me deeper. I was drippi
ng wet, soaking his fingers.
 

"You are so fucking sexy," he groaned. His other hand played with my breasts. I lifted his hand to my m
outh and sucked on a finger.
 

“Oh fuck,” he grunted. His hips
rocked on the bed. My legs were spread apart to his ministrations.
 

He slowly removed his finger from my mouth, finding its way down to my wetness; he lowered his mouth down to breasts and sucked on them greedily, as if he
couldn’t get his fill. 
 

"Zander,
I'm coming."

I heard a foil packet being ripped open. Zander's fingers were removed from inside of me and I instantly felt empty.
 

In a matter of seconds, the emptiness was gone. He filled me, stretching me. I looked at his face and his forehead was slightly wri
nkled, as if he was in pain.
 

"Baby, you're so
tight. Aahh…You feel so fucking good."
 

His pace was slow in the beginning. He was getting me accustomed to his size. It was a filling, stretching, slightly uncomfortable sensation. He settled into a slow, steady rhythm. I did not know what I n
eeded. I just wanted more. 
 

I wrapped my legs tightly around him. I wanted him to increase his speed. He must've sensed this because he started pumping in and out
me in rapid, short strokes.
 

"Aahhhh, you feel so good," his
voice echoing in the room.
 

"I want you,” I urged him to keep going as I clamped my legs on his butt and felt him str
aining deeper inside of me.
 

He increased his speed until he almost
shouted, "I'm coming, babe!”
 

I felt the spurt of wet heat spread inside the condom. He stayed inside me for a couple of minutes. He was panting on top of me.

“Fuckin’ amazing,” he roared. Then, realizing that he was still on top of me, “Am I too heavy for
you?" his voice apologetic.
 

"A little," I
said smiling into his eyes.
 

He kissed the top of my head an
d slowly pushed himself up.
 

"As much as I want to stay on top of you, I think I better get rid of this,"
referring to the condom.

I was so glad Zander had his own bathroom. This meant that I didn’t have to go out of his room to change or wash myself. With the loud moans coming from his room a few minutes ago, I felt my face heat up at the prospect of running into his roommate on the way to the bathroom.
 

I slowly sat on the bed and immediately, I felt different. My body felt sore, us
ed. My knees shook and my hands, unsteady. 

I heard his footsteps come closer to the bed.
 

"Sedona, are you a virgin?" he asked. His eyes burned through me.
His face was slightly pale.
 

"Huh?" I was caught off
guard. How did he find out?
 

"Are you?" he asked again. This
time, his voice was softer.
 

"No, I'm not," I answered.
 

"Then why are there some streaks of blood in the condom wrapper?" He didn't look angry. As a matter of fac
t, he looked quite shocked.
 

"Well, I was a virgin," I took a big gulp of air
, "until a few minutes ago."
 

All of a sudden, he was by my side
, hugging me and kissing me.
 

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have gone slower or gentler or more careful with you." He was rambling, nervous, and a
pologetic at the same time.
 

I couldn't see his face because he was
more than half a foot taller than me and my forehead was tucked just a little above his chin.

"Zander, shhhh. You were so good with me. I couldn't have asked for more." I tried to silence him.
 

He slowly let go and said, "You stay here, ok?" Then h
e went back to the bathroom.
 

About 3 minutes late
r, he came back to the bed.
 

"You're probably sore. I think it's good if you have a warm bath." The expression on his was face filled with gentleness.

"I think that's a great idea," I smiled at him. I was right. My first time was great because of him. He was sensual, passionate, and caring.

He stood to the side while I walked to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, I saw that he had the bathtub half-filled with water and bubbles were starting to form on top of the water. Where did he
get bubble bath soap? The half-filled open bubble bath container was sitting on the edge of the tub.
 

I
found myself close to tears.
 

As one, two, tears trickled down my face, I realized I was crying.
Happy tears
. I cried because Zander was such a great guy. I couldn't have found a better man to lose my virginity to. I cried because no matter what happened between us, he will forever hold that piece of me. My first lover.
 

I must have dozed off in the tub; I b
arely heard Zander's knock.
 

"Everything ok?" he asked
as he entered the bathroom.
 

I nodded as
he handed me the towel hanging on the side of the towel rack.
 

I slowly stood up from the
tub and I heard him exhale.
 

"You should stay here tonight," he said, matter-of-factly. He grabbed 4 pieces of tissues from the Kleene
x box by the bathroom sink.