Free Love Is Blind by Claudia Lakestone Page B

enough.  I loved the way his breath caught in his throat when I touched him there, as though he wanted me so bad he could barely stand it.
    I felt the same way.
    He rolled on top of me.
    “Can you let me up please?” I asked suddenly.
    “Um, sure…”  Chris did as I requested but the look of confusion on his face was evident.  Maybe he thought I’d abruptly changed my mind about having sex with him.  I didn’t take the time to explain.  That would have delayed us further and my body was so ready for him that I thought I might scream. 
    I got up, hurriedly flicked the light switch off and then rejoined him in my bed.
    “You shut the lights off?” Chris said questioningly.
    “Yes.”
    “But you know that I can’t –”
    “I know.  Just humor me, okay?”  Even though Chris couldn’t see me, I felt more comfortable being intimate with him in the dark.  Maybe it was because with the lights off, it was easier to hide from myself.
    And then Chris was on top of me, and inside me.  He pressed the tip of his manhood against the slick entrance to my quivering sex.  His touch was feather light as his fingertip traced teasing circles around my swollen nub.  I moaned and shifted beneath him, raising my hips in search of more stimulation. 
    Bit by bit, the thick tip of his erection slid inside me.  I was so consumed by pleasure that I barely noticed he was inside me until he hit my barrier.  My electric toothbrush had never gone inside .   This was new.  This was different.  It was…well, kind of alarming. 
    Chris stilled.  “This might hurt for a second,” he warned.
    I nodded.  “It’s okay.”  My voice sounded uncertain.  It wasn’t Chris I was unsure about.  I was just worried about how much losing my virginity would hurt – and disappointing him.  After all, he was probably used to being with sexually experienced girls.  I was far from it.  I didn’t want to let him down.
    “What is it?” he asked, holding back. 
    “It’s just…what if I’m bad at it?” I asked, feeling stupid.
    “Oh Michelle…”  His lips brushed my forehead and then made their way down to my mouth.  His kiss was calming and reassuring, breathing confidence into me.  When he pulled away, he murmured, “It’s not possible for you to kiss like that and be bad at sex.”
    My hand found his.  “Okay,” I told him.  “Do it.”
    He pushed his length into me in one deliberate thrust, instantly filling my tight tunnel to the hilt.  It was kind of like pulling an adhesive bandage off all at once instead of prolonging the pain.  I cried out as I felt my barrier give way, the tears that had been brimming behind my lashes spilling down my cheeks.  Any woman who says losing her virginity was painless is either a liar or very, very lucky.
    Chris held still inside me, stroking my hair as my body adjusted to being penetrated for the very first time.  His other hand, steady and unwavering, never left mine.   “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice tinged with regret over hurting me. 
    He kissed my tears away as my body stiffened beneath him.  My legs were wrapped around his waist and my hands clutched at his thick dark hair as I gasped.  I’d never felt so full in my life, but once the initial discomfort faded, the sensation of being stretched wide wasn’t entirely unpleasant.  The base of Chris’s shaft rubbed against my engorged button every time I inhaled and it felt amazing.
    Pretty soon the pain faded entirely and was replaced by a need so great that there are no words to describe it.  Slowly, tentatively, Chris withdrew and then pushed back inside me.  “Are you alright?” he asked anxiously, his fingers seeking out the swollen nub of my clitoris.  When he touched me there, I could practically feel the electricity shoot through me.
    “Yes! ” 
    Satisfied that I was no longer in pain, Chr is began to make love to me.  I moaned as his thickness slid in and out of me and his fingertip