I shuddered after the question. My body blushed from self-conscious embarrassment. I shook my head no and dropped my gaze. I’d never heard a guy refer to my vagina as a “pussy,” with or without the word “eaten.” I’d heard guys at school say the word before, but they weren’t making reference to mine. Ezra was, and he was direct.
“Good,” was his reply. He then knelt down in front of my legs, split them open and pulled them to him, settling them over his shoulders. Now I really wanted him to stop. This was more than I’d imagined when I thought about sex with Ezra and that was a lot.
Before I could make him quit his tongue touched me there. I almost bolted from the table. After two more seconds of this I wasn’t going anywhere. Nor did I care that he was intimately involved in interviewing my vagina. I wanted him to stay where he was for as long as he chose to be there. It seemed to me this was a great idea.
My noises sounded like I was begging for more or I assumed that’s what they meant. I couldn’t be sure in my head. The pleasure was almost too much. I couldn’t think clearly or focus on reason, because I didn’t want to do either. My body was clawing for release, one that I was familiar with, because my fingers had brought me to climax many times.
However, this was more intense. It was stronger with a different pattern. My body was shaking with anticipation, or was it need or even desire? I wasn’t positive, but I knew that when it broke it would crash like waves on a beach. If I could worry, my worry would be, that I might not survive the explosion. Though this seemed a good way to die.
With the ignition of the fireworks thinking wasn’t useful, or if it was, I couldn’t do it. I was thrown into another world, where nothing mattered but the bliss that controlled me. When I finally landed back on earth and my mind connected with my body, Ezra was naked before me. I was lightly being pulled into his arms, and then he spoke and said “Sammy Jo, where’s your bed?”
My bed? Oh, where I sleep. I must’ve looked confused because a satisfied smile touched his face and he looked pleased, with himself and his deadly mouth. “It’s your first time. We need a bed. Where is yours?”
Oh! Now it was time for the sex. In the bed that I shared with my sister? I wasn’t sure about that. “What about the sofa?” I asked.
He cocked an eyebrow as if that were ridiculous. “Why not your bed sweetheart?”
He’d just been kissing between my legs. There was no reason to keep any secrets. Modesty has been thrown from the window: “I share it with Hazel, my sister.”
A grin broke across his face and he chuckled: “so we can’t have sex where your sister sleeps?”
I wasn’t sure. Could we do that? “I don’t know,” I honestly replied.
Ezra sighed, his forehead resting against mine and this was his patient reply: “I think your sister will never know. So it’ll be fine. I simply want you to be comfortable. Being your very first time.”
He was right. I was being silly. “Okay. Sounds good to me.”
With that response he chuckled and picked me up. “Point me in the right direction. I assume if we had this much of a struggle with deciding on the bed that you share, your mother’s is completely off limits?”
I tipped my head with several quick jerks. “No way are we going in there.”
That made him laugh and then I joined him.
“The room to the left is ours.”
He carried me like I was a damsel, being rescued from a fire or something. I wanted to and had to say it: “what we did in there,” I began, then paused, and he was immediately understanding.
“Yes? Go ahead and ask it.”
My goofiness had to cease. I was almost nineteen years old. “That was oral sex.” It was a question, but I didn’t phrase it that way.
“That was me eating your pussy,” he said. Then he rested me on my bed. His body hovered above me before he lowered himself against me and my mouth was open. All other thoughts then vanished. Ezra was skin to skin. The heat from our bodies increased. His pressing hardness was terrifying, though I wanted it to be inside me. I was ready. More than ready.
His knee opened my legs as I held his arms. I watched his face and his shifting body. I’d commit this scene to memory. When he was gone I would have this forever. I needed to remember it all.
“This hurts. You know that right?” He asked and his voice sounded constrained like he was having difficulty controlling himself.
“Yes.” I knew about the pain. My mother had scared us with it when she told us about sex and children. Although I doubted it actually felt like my insides were “being ripped open.” Those were the words she chose. If it had been so bad for her the first time then why did she keep on doing it, spitting out babies left and right and acting like we couldn’t hear them? That was a question that I never asked and the reason I didn’t believe her.
Ezra bent his head and kissed my cheek, his breath warm against my skin. “I’ll be easy,” he promised and smiled.
Even if she was right I wanted the pain with him.
Chapter Twenty-Three
It did hurt. But I didn’t care. As soon as Ezra was completely inside me he stopped and waited while peppering my face with kisses as if to soothe me. I lifted my hips to take him deeper once the initial stabbing and the wince that came with it were gone and my body adjusted.
“Are you okay?” he asked.