Page 15 of The Defenseman
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Eric
Eric looked up Alexa, still shuddering after the orgasm ripped into her core, shocking her senses and clinging to her form. At least, that was how she appeared to be, judging from the breathless gasping and the look on her face. He had never felt this sort of pleasure going down on a woman before. The truth of the matter was, he had never really gone down on anyone before. He didn't particularly like the thought of such an intimate gesture with no one he wanted to be particularly intimate with. Sex was something superficial in his eyes. Anything more than sex was crossing the line into unknown and unwanted territory—at least for Eric.
And yet, he hadn't even hesitated. More than that, he wanted to go down on Alexa. He wanted to taste the juices flowing out of her tight pussy and rub his face with them so he could smell her on his skin even hours after they finished. It was such an overwhelming need he scared himself just a little because he had never felt anything like it before and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it.
He feasted on her like a starving man feasted on scraps of food found in the dumpster, and he was sure to enjoy every last drop of her she had to offer.
When her breathing finally steadied, when her flush was beginning to disappear, she tilted her head up and locked eyes with Eric. They were still dark, still filled with desire, and Eric felt his cock throb with want. He knew he should wait until a different time to have sex with her. She was a virgin after all, and had just experienced her first-ever orgasm.
But he couldn't control himself when he was around her. He couldn't stop himself unless she made him stop. If she seemed troubled, hesitant, anything that might indicate this wasn't a pleasurable experience for her, then he would pull away. But the way her bottom lip jutted out, the way her eyes dropped to his mouth, and the way she kept her legs hanging open despite being a virgin, despite being so shy before, must indicate that she wanted more.
He pushed himself up and moved over her. She stilled, her eyes careful, watching him. It was almost as though she wasn't quite sure what he was going to do, but she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. In fact, the more he looked into her dark orbs, the more he realized she wanted more. She wanted to see what he was going to do.
Leaning closer to her, he brushed some of her bangs away from her forehead. The sweat that had accumulated there tried to keep them there but he brushed them away so he had better access to her face. His lips rested on her skin, and for a moment, he allowed himself to breathe her in and settle into the moment.
She curled her arms around him, pulling her closer to him, and buried her face against his shoulder. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest. The vibrations caused tingles to shoot straight to his spine. His cock was already filled to the brim; he needed relief before it turned into something too painful.
However, he could not help but want to wait, to enjoy the moment and ensure he remembered every second of it. His fingers danced around the hem of her shirt and she sucked in a breath. He had yet to see her completely naked. Strange. They had been intimate in such a unique way that it felt strange that he was only now peeling off her clothes with the intent to see what was beneath. He was nervous, biting his bottom lip with anticipation.
"I could stop." He wasn't sure why he said it. It was almost as though it was important that she knew he could stop if he really wanted to.
"Please," she said. His eyes widened in surprise. Did she—but then, she continued. "Don't stop."
He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. A soft smile slid onto his face—something he didn't typically do during sex—and it felt odd.
"Good. I didn't want to."
She pressed her lips together. "I don't know what I'm doing," she told him, her eyes darting to his nervously.
"Of course you do," he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose.
"I don't," she insisted. "I've never done this before. I don't want it—I don't want it to be bad for you. You just gave me…" She blew out a breath, her nostrils flaring. "I don't even know how to put it into words, to be honest. But it made me see stars. It was like I was rooted to the ground and flying at the same time. It was…it was perfect."
He chuckled, a hollow sound even to his own ears. But genuine.
"Orgasms are probably the only perfect thing in this world," he said.
"That's not true." Her voice was soft, almost shy, as her eyes sculpted his face. "You're perfect."
Eric felt his cheeks heat up. He had never been complimented like that before. Sure, there were women who said he had pretty eyes or nice skin or a boyish smile, but no one had ever called him perfect before. More than that, they never sounded like they meant it, the way Alexa did. He wasn't quite sure how to handle it. He wasn't sure how to respond. It caused him to forget what he was doing. It caused him to get tripped up over words that typically came naturally to him.
What was going on here? Why did he suddenly feel like he was the one who needed the help, who had no experience? What was Alexa doing to him?
"You could never ruin it for me," he forced himself to say. "We talked about this, remember?"
Alexa bit her bottom lip and Eric leaned in to kiss her, to tease her own lips so her teeth couldn't get to them first.
"Should we…," Alexa said once Eric pulled away. She was still breathless, still trying to speak quickly, but it just came out like she was winded after a hard run. "Should we, I mean, I don't have any diseases or anything. And I'm, I'm on the pill. It sucks, but at least I'm pretty much guaranteed to be pregnancy free."
She was babbling. Eric thought he would be annoyed with that sort of behavior. It was childish and he typically preferred women who were more experienced, more confident in their own skin. And yet, for some reason, he found her endearing. He had the sudden urge to kiss her face everywhere until her words turned to gasps and she begged him for more.
"I have condoms we can use," he said, trying to keep his own voice controlled so it was steady and soothing. Right now, his job was to make her feel safe. He didn't want to make her nervous, because then she would tense up and forget to enjoy herself, and that was the last thing he wanted for her. "And I don't have anything either."
For a moment, he thought she was going to push. It wasn't a secret that he had been with his fair share of women. It would be within her rights to be concerned about that.
Instead, she nodded her head once.