Free I Made You My First by Ciara Threadgoode Page B

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    “When Judy called me, she sounded upset.  I was really worried about you, Jurnee.  I hated thinking you were hurting.  If I felt anything, it was concern for you, and I wanted to know what I could do to help.”  He smiled at me and I smiled back, giving his hand a soft squeeze. 
    I remained still for several moments and then I reached out for his shoulders, and slowly pulled him down on top of me.  He complied gladly and was on his hands and knees, hovering over me.  “Thank you for coming for me today,” I whispered.  He looked into my eyes and smiled.  I could feel my heart melting inside my chest. 
    He leaned down, kissed me on the forehead and said, “Anytime, Miss Sampson, anytime.”  I lifted my head up for  a kiss on the lips, but he rolled me over, pulling me until we were both on our sides.  We lay there, staring at each other for a long time.
    “Tell me about your dream,” I finally said. 
    His eyebrow rose and he sat up on his arm and gave me a sexy grin. “Um, I’m not sure that now is a good time to be talking about that.  It could very well get us into trouble.”  He smiled, touching my nose lightly with his finger.
    “Well I had a dream of my own and I’ll gladly tell you mine if you’ll tell me yours,” I giggled.
    “You had a dream?” he asked.  I could tell that I had his interest.  “What was your dream about exactly?”  He was looking at me in anticipation.
    “I’m sorry, Irish, I could show you but I’m unable to tell you.  It’s rated X and with me being a lady and all,” I gave him a naughty grin just to mess with him.  In reality, my dream would have been lucky to get a GP rating, but he didn’t know that.  He rolled over on his back, crossing his arms above his head.  I stayed on my side but scooted up against him, leaning over him.  He looked frustrated, but not the same frustrated I was going for.  I kissed the side of his face lightly, and then lifted up to look at him.  He lay there staring at me.  I leaned back in and kissed his neck, slowly, lingering, leaving a trail of wet kisses from top to bottom.  Again I lifted myself up and his eyes instantly flicked up to meet mine. 
    A smile formed on his lips and he said, “You’re so incredibly sexy.”  
    “Why thank you, sir, you aren’t so bad yourself,” I whispered.   He looked like he was going to say something, but I really wanted to be the one to initiate what might happen then.  I wanted to be the aggressor.  “Irish, please,” I begged, “I want you.” 
    Instantly he was up on his elbows, turning his body toward me.  “Jurnee, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”   His face was suddenly serious, and with a sense of urgency he carefully pushed me onto my back.  He was on me in an instant, pressing himself against me.  He took my arms and pinned them above my head and attacked my mouth.  Adrenaline or passion, I’m not sure which, pulsed hard through my veins.  I kissed him back roughly, and began thrusting my tongue in and out of his mouth, trying to show him what I wanted.  I wanted him to take me and I wanted him to do it right then.  Suddenly he released my arms; he slowly and unexpectedly sat up, and realizing the position we were in, became silent. 
    Looking into my eyes he said, “Jurnee, I can’t do this.  Not like this.”  I felt him crumble down next to me.  I tried to catch my breath.  My heart was pounding fiercely. 
    Looking at the sky, I tried to find words, “Is it that you can’t do it here at your house or do you mean with me? ”  I heard the pathetic tone in my words.
    He rolled onto his side and I felt his hand searching for mine.   “Jurnee, I want to make love to you and hold you in my arms all night.  I’ve thought about nothing else for more than two years.  You’re the only person that I would make love to, here , but I want to make love to you when we don’t have someone waiting for us or listening