We walked silently to Paul's house. I couldn't explain it but I felt strangely comfortable with Paul. So much so I had agreed to give him my virginity. My heart was racing with excitement. Contrary to Lauren's belief I wasn't waiting for Mr. Right. I just believed that it would happen when it felt right. And tonight with Paul it felt right. As we walked passed Billy's place I saw his light on and I could see the back of Jacob's head as he waived his arms around talking animatedly to Billy making him laugh. I chuckled to myself as we walked passed. Paul gave me a look but said nothing.
"I really love those guys, they are like family to me. Billy is my dad's best friend and Jacob is mine."
"Yeah they are good people. Hey is your dad Chief Swan?' Paul asked
"The one and only." I smiled up at him.
"I'm not going to get shot for deflowering the Chief's daughter am I?"
"Right, like I have any intention to tell my father what I did tonight."
"So where does he think you are."
"Here, he just thinks I'm spending the night with my friend Angela." He nodded let me know he understood. We walked into his house and he flipped on the light. It was much like Billy's place. Minimalistic in its appearance. It was however in much better condition Paul obviously took pride in his home and took care of it. "You have a lovely house." I said the only polite thing I could think of. I was nervous. He chuckled and replied,
"Yeah I work construction so the up keep is pretty easy when you know what you're doing. And my boss lets me have any excess materials at cost." His face turned suddenly sensual and his voice husky as he said, "look Bella, relax okay I know what I'm doing," he said as he pushed me up against the wall in his living room. "What you heard about me was right, in a way." Paul laned in running his nose along the shell of my ear. His lips brushing my neck as he finished saying "Not only can I show you a good time, but I can make you scream." I shivered at the sensation he caused to course through my body settling in my lower abdomen dampening my panties. My breath hitched and Paul asked "Do I make you wet Bella?" All I could do was nod. My voice lodged in my throat. "So tell me what have you done before?"
"Um...nothing really. I mean I've kissed a few guys, but it never went beyond that."
"Do you masturbate?" I couldn't help the blush as I shook my head no."So you've never had an orgasm? Paul asked sounding incredulous. Then he got a determined voice on his face. "Come on," Paul said as he grabbed my hand pulling me to his bedroom.
As soon as the door was shut Pauls hands were in my hair and he was kissing me like there was no tomorrow. I had never been kissed like this. It was all teeth and tongue and passion. By time we made it to the bed our clothes were gone and I was panting. Paul's hands were everywhere caressing my breast, my stomach, my ass. My knees hit the edge of the mattress and Paul pushed my shoulders back telling me, "scoot, lie back, and spread those beautiful legs for me." I couldn't help the blush that spread to my cheeks. Paul's naked body was a sight to behold. Tight copper skin spread over hard muscle, his cock erect took my breath away. I had never seen a penis before, and I couldn't help but think Paul must be quite the specimen. He seemed to understand my hesitation. "Don't worry it'll fit." He said comforting me. I was still afraid, but I did as he requested, reminding myself this is what I wanted. Paul climbed on the bed and brought his face to my center. My head dropped back to the bed. I couldn't look. My body jolted as his tongue made a wide flat stroke up my slit to twirl my sensitive bud. The pleasure was intense and so foreign. I moaned when I felt a warm finger slid between my folds. "God, you are so wet, so responsive. This is going to be fun." Paul resumed his assault on my weeping flesh. It didn't take long for me to reach my first orgasm of the night. The intense build of pressure begging to be released, as he hit a spot within me that made my legs shake. I came loudly, my release gushing from me to coat Paul's lips and hand. After my body stopped convulsing Paul leaned back smiled up at me. "Damn, I knew it. You're a gusher."
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked embarrassed
"Definitely not." He said forcefully. "It's rare, and not many men can pull it off, or know how to. But the real test of a man's ability it to make a woman gush during penetration." He was so nonchalant, the way he calmly discussed sex made me uneasy. "Stop blushing Bella. Good sex is all about recognizing and talking about what makes each other feel good."
"You're right. You're just so confident it's a little unsettling." I replied. Paul chuckled as he reached over to his night stand.
"I assume you are not on the pill." He said pulling a condom from the drawer. I shook my head.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Paul asked again making sure I was ready. I wanted to be sexy for him. He had made me feel so good and he as being so attentive. So I tried my hand at making a seductive face, dropping my voice as I said,
"Make me feel good. Please." Paul groaned as he rolled the condom down his shaft and re-positioned us so I was on top of him straddling his hips. As he brought himself to my entrance he said.
"It'll be easier on you this way. It will hurt at first, but I promise it will go away. If at anytime you want me to stop. Just say so and I will." I showed him my understanding by starting to lower myself onto him. The intrusion burned at first as I felt myself stretching around him. It took a minute but finally I was fully seated on Paul's considerable length. I moaned with appreciation as Paul said, "You're so hot, so wet and tight. And fuck me your tits are perfect." He brought his hands up to worship them. "I swear I think these are my favorite." Timidly I asked,
"What do I do now?"
"Hold on just a second." Paul said closing his eyes. He looked as if he was concentrating on something. I didn't have to ask before he supplied. "You're so tight...if you start moving now I'm not doing to last very long." After a brief pause Paul opened his eyes and said, "now you move. Start slow, you can't really do anything wrong. You can roll your hips or lift yourself up then push back down. You're in control in this position. Do what feels good." Seeing as I had no idea what I was doing I decided to try each suggestion Paul made switching between rolling my hips and lifting up and down his length. Each had its merits and while it felt good I could tell it wasn't enough. So I said, "it's not enough." Paul grabbed onto my hips and flipped us over so he was on top.
"Yeah, for some women it isn't." He said grinding his hips into me. I moaned at the sensation. There was no pain, just pleasure. "But now you're primed and ready for the good stuff." He huffed out as he really began to move. Pulling his entire length out before slamming back to the hilt. It was cathartic. Paul was setting a punishing rhythm. Taking possession and dominating my body, mind, and soul. I always considered myself a feminist, but here in this bedroom I wanted Paul to own me. His hand gripping tightly at my hips. Lifting and moving my legs to change the angle of his thrusts. Sent me over the edge again. "Fuck, I knew it….It's always the quiet ones." He seemed to say to himself. "Did that get you hot babe? Me taking control and having my way with you. I wonder…" Suddenly he had me flipped on all four as he entered from behind me. One hand on my waist the other fisting in my hair. Pulling my head back so I was forced to arch my back and neck as again Paul began pounding into me. I screamed.
"FUCK YES! More Paul, please."
"Damn it girl. Fuck, take it, you take all of me." He said leaning down to kiss along my ear and down my neck. As his hand worked at my breasts and clit. His words released something within me and I came….hard. Soaking him with my release again. I could feel his hips slipping out of rhythm as he came shouting, "Fuck, shit, yes I'm coming. Milk my fucking cock baby." Paul collapsed onto the bed next to me. Pulling me in close he rasped into my hair. "Best. Fuck. Ever. I mean it babe not a lot of women will let a man take such control. Thank you for trusting me." As we fell asleep I thought about what Paul said and I don't know how, but I knew I could trust this man with my life and my pleasure.