Waves of Passion (Wild Women Trilogy Book #1) (3 page)

"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked breathlessly, resting my forehead against hers, stroking the line of her jaw with my fingertip, delighting in the way she shivered in pleasure at my small touch.

"Yes...but--"

"Just not here in a dirty old boat?" I chuckled softly. 

"Exactly." She sighed in relief.

"Come on, let's go somewhere better." I smiled as I stood, reaching for her hand.

I took her to my cabin on my father's boat. I spent a lot of time there...as much as possible and more importantly for tonight, I still had condoms there. 

When we got to my room, we were both nervous and I was afraid she might have changed her mind.

I took a moment to put on some music, something soft and romantic that I knew she would like. I knew this would be her first time and I wanted it to be a night she would never forget.

Without a word I turned and pulled her into my arms and we danced, slow and sensual as I trailed soft kisses from her beautiful mouth down to her throat, and even lower along the plunging neckline of her dress where her perfect breasts practically spilled out of the thin fabric. I heard her soft moan of pleasure as my fingertips brushed over her nipples and I reached to kiss her again. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and as it met mine with a timid little swipe, I pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss as she tilted her head up to mine, giving me complete access to her mouth. In that moment I was grateful for the little experience I had with Becky. We had been together long enough for me to become comfortable and confident with the act of sex and Becky never complained about my skills. Tonight I only wanted to give Amber pleasure and I was delighted in her response thus far. Her little moans of pleasure were driving me mad, but I wanted this to be special so I restrained myself from taking her fast and hard the way I wanted to.

My fingers traced down the column of her throat and she tilted her head back to expose her soft, silky skin; and God, she smelled so good, like fresh soap and strawberries. As I reached the swell of her breast again, I nudged the fabric aside to reveal the white lace of her bra.

“Take it off Seth,” her words fluttered past my ear.

I did as she asked, meeting her gaze as I slipped the zipper of her dress slowly down her back. I pulled the gray silk fabric down her soft, silky body and it was like unwrapping a Christmas present. In front of me was a pair of beautiful, perfect sized breasts covered in sexy white lace and underneath that lace was my reward. She had matching panties on, but they were miniscule and I'd never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.

She reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head and her breath came sharp and fast. As she breathed, the mounds of her breasts rose, spilling over the cups of her bra and I longed to touch them.

As if she was reading my mind she took a step closer, the tips of her breasts brushing against my bare chest and I wanted nothing more than to feel her skin against my own.

“You want to see them?” she asked.

I nodded like a lovesick fool, lost for words and caught up in the anticipatory sight of her naked flesh. She reached behind her back and I heard the clasp snap open, slowly she let the bra fall and there before me were Amber's plump, juicy breasts.

I was cupping them in my hands before I could blink. Just like the skin of her throat, they were soft, warm and had a slight energy projecting from them. I had to try with all my might to stop myself from trembling, it wasn't from nerves but from sheer excitement, an excitement that I was finding hard to contain in my jeans.

My fingers grazed across her erect nipples and she moaned again. As my nails passed over the tight little buds, she gasped in pleasure and I watched as she closed her eyes, arching her back to thrust her full breasts into my palms. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen and I wanted more, I couldn't believe I was doing this with Amber but doing it I was, and I couldn't wait to get inside her, but she needed more from me before she would be ready.

As my hands slid from her breasts down to her waist, she protested, but I continued on, caressing her full hips and cupping her lovely ass in my hands as I bent to take a nipple in my mouth. My lips closed around the tasty little bud and as I sucked softly, her hips bucked against mine and I could feel her soft body against my hard erection. She whimpered and pressed herself further into my mouth. There was an immense feeling of achievement washing over me and I felt even a little bit smug. I'd never thought much about my skills at pleasing a woman, but Amber seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself so I continued on, pleasuring her with my mouth as my hands wandered over her shapely behind.

It was at that point that I felt her hand veering towards my crotch. I wasn't the only one being bold, Amber wanted to share the control and I was perfectly happy with that. My jeans were quite tight so the resistance was embarrassingly obvious. Sensing my discomfort, she began to undo my jeans. Struggling with my belt initially, she soon got the hang of it. I'd wanted to help her but I also wanted to do this at her pace. This whole experience had been a surprise to me but it had now become a two-way meeting of minds, we were both on the same page and it seemed the process was in full flow.

I suddenly sensed her panic as my erection sprang free and she held me in her trembling hands.

I stifled a moan, wanting to make sure she wasn't frightened, or God forbid, she'd changed her mind.

"Are you okay baby?" I whispered, stroking my palms down the length of her silky arms, trying not to focus on the sight of my hard cock in her hands.

"I don't have any condoms," she whispered, lifting her gaze so I could see the disappointment in her face.

"It's okay." I chuckled softly. "I have plenty."

"Oh thank God!" She giggled, and the sight of her nearly sent me over the edge.

Tentatively she took me in her hands again, and as her fingers entwined around my shaft it twitched violently in response to her firm touch, it was my turn to moan as a satisfied murmur left my lips.

"You are quite large," she murmured nervously. 

I tilted her chin up to meet my gaze and I smiled to reassure her. "We will go slow and make sure you're more than ready," I said gently.

"Thank you Seth," she murmured shyly.

Why she thanked me I never knew, but I felt like I should be the one thanking her for the beautiful gift she was giving me. I think I still believed, even in that moment as we tumbled onto the bed, that she had chosen me to be her first, not because she had any true feelings for me, but because she was comfortable with me and knew I wouldn't hurt her.

She continued to fumble with my jeans and boxer briefs until I was naked and the only thing between us was that tiny, infinitesimal scrap of white lace between her legs. I was beyond mesmerized by her gorgeous body, and the infallible trust I saw in her eyes, but she seemed to be equally enamored of me.

I had never felt like an overly attractive young man, but I'd received enough female attention to know I wasn't without some appeal. I was tall and thin, but I'd spent a lifetime hard at work on the docks and then later on my father's boat. I was lean and hard and I was much more mature than other boys my age.

She trembled in my arms as I reached to remove her delicate panties and I took a moment to openly admire her with her glorious hair spilling across my pillows and her intoxicating scent filling my nostrils. I let my hands trail over her body, feeling the soft skin across her stomach and cupping her heavy breasts. I knew she was nervous and I wanted to continue to move at a pace she was comfortable with, so I kissed her gently, running my hands along the length of her body and back up her inner thigh, hesitating only a moment before plunging my fingers into her wetness, and God was she wet! She gasped softly into my mouth as I stroked her clit, swirling my fingers around the sensitive nub before slipping one finger inside her as far as her virginity would allow. She was warm, wet and so unbelievably tight, but she wasn't anywhere near ready for me.

I pulled her close and deepened our kiss, stroking her nipples as my kisses trailed between her breasts, down to her naval. I heard her sharp intake of breath as she realized my destination and I raised my eyes in question. She nodded, but she looked worried so I slowed my pace, trailing kisses along her inner thighs down to her knees and back up again. She was writhing beneath me when I placed a tentative kiss among her damp curls. Her musky scent was intoxicating and I couldn't wait to taste her as I slipped my tongue between her glistening folds, flicking her clit with the tip. She moaned loudly as I swirled my tongue through her wetness, kissing and licking her sweet little pussy until she came hard and wet in my mouth, her hands clamped tightly in my hair. I hadn't had enough of her yet, so I continued to torment her with my mouth until her second orgasm began to build. I pulled away to her protests and gentle sighs of pleasure, kissing my way back up to her breasts, trailing my hands along the length of her body. Her eyes were glazed with passion as I kissed her, letting her taste her own arousal on my tongue.

Her hands wandered tentatively across my body and I responded ardently to her touch, praising her attempts to bring me pleasure. I wanted her to enjoy this experience, but I also wanted her to play a part in our combined pleasure. She stroked my cock with a wicked gleam in her eye and I knew what she wanted.

"Go for it baby." I smiled, lying back among the pillows, enjoying the sight of her kissing her way down my torso. She placed an adorably chaste kiss on the head of my penis and I felt a jolt of pleasure unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Just the sight of her, naked on her hands and knees as she took my sensitive head into her mouth was enough to have me fighting my release. I groaned loudly as she took more of me into her beautiful warm mouth, but I had to stop her. "That feels so good Amber, but I'm not done with you yet," I moaned as she released me from the suction of her mouth with a loud pop.

I grabbed her and flipped her on her back as I covered her with my body and I delighted in the sound of her girlish giggle. I was so happy that she could feel so at ease with me in my bed. I reached into my bedside drawer for a condom and I saw the slight frown that passed across her face.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" I asked softly.

"You brought Becky here…in this bed, didn't you?"

"No, I never came here with Becky," I admitted, glad I could set her fears at ease. "I am a private guy and I never wanted her here, but you are different," I whispered gently as I trailed soft kisses along her throat.

"Oh…good answer." She smiled, all traces of her worry gone as I ripped into the foil packet and rolled the condom onto my length.

"I'll go slowly at first," I promised as I nestled between her thighs praying for the strength to keep my promise. I eased into her opening and a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. I had to force myself not to plunge into her. I continued to ease into her until I felt the barrier of her virginity.

"You okay?" I asked breathlessly.

"I-I'm fine," she said breathlessly. "You?"

"Me?" I chuckled softly. "I'm in heaven baby. Take a deep breath for me and let it out slowly," I instructed, hoping my plan would be less painful for her. She did as I said, and when she began to exhale, I sank into her with one quick thrust. She gasped sharply and I was afraid I'd hurt her, but I was too mesmerized by the tight vise grip she had on me to form a coherent thought.

"Are you okay?" I finally managed and I felt a sharp stab of grief when I saw the tears swimming in her eyes. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry I hurt you!"

"No, I'm fine." She smiled through her tears, reaching to stroke my face between her palms. "These are happy tears." She insisted as her hips moved against mine and a sharp spike of pleasure shot through me as I felt her tighten around me.

"Oh God, Amber you feel so good," I sighed as I began to move with her. My past experiences with Becky had been so entirely different than what I was experiencing with Amber. With Becky, it was always fucking, with little emotion involved. We gave each other pleasure, but it was nothing compared to what Amber gave me. We made love, slow and exquisite, over and over and I couldn't get enough of her that night or any night after.