Authors: Ava Delany
“Damn.” He ran a finger over her waist. “You’re amazing.”
He ran his palm over her stomach, then dipped his fingers inside the top of her stretch pants. This time, the touch lit fires in her. His fingertips glided over her cotton panties, and he rubbed light circles over the sensitive spot that in the past she herself had only dared touch a few times.
Explosions of fiery heat made her moan, and she buried her face in his neck as her hand sought out the hardness of his erection. Her fingers slipped past the jean material, past the elastic band that barred her way, and closed around the thick shaft within. He was soft and hard. A thrill ran to her toes as he let out the most erotic moan she’d ever heard.
Once again, they fought to dominate, to find and give pleasure. Their mouths found random skin to nip, lick, and kiss as their fingers moved faster toward completion.
Janelle’s body coiled like a spring, tightening more and more, until suddenly springing free and flooding her with pleasure. She moaned, clawing at his back while he shuddered against her. He collapsed beside her, and her body calmed as she lay in his arms. He breathed into her hair, the hot wind making the short wisps around her ear tickle her. She giggled, rubbing her jaw against her shoulder to scratch the itch.
“You’re Janelle, right?” He kissed her cheek.
She nodded, the heavy world thudding back. He didn’t even know who she was, and she’d let him…
Aw, to hell with it!
She was tired of letting her parents’ voices dictate her behavior. She’d been a good girl—some might even say a boring girl—her whole life. She’d never even gone on a date! Her shyness and her unsightly body didn’t help either. Even the few times she let Debbie talk her into going to a party, she’d only ever conversed with the walls.
Time to let go…at least for a few more weeks.
“I’ve seen you at parties before.” His fingers played over her nipple. “You spend too much time in the corner. I would’ve approached you a long time ago, but I didn’t know what to say. You seemed so quiet. I was afraid I’d scare you off.”
His hands slid back down to the waistband of her pants. Her heart sped to a far faster beat. He tugged at the material, and she lifted her hips to accommodate.
“If I’d known how wild you were, I would’ve never worried about scaring you away.” He grinned, helping her panties join her pants on the floor. “You’re a wild woman. I love it.” Did he really mean he’d liked her all along?
He spread her legs, and the words stopped; her world stopped. He lowered his head slowly between her legs. “Passionate enough to kick and bite and claw when she comes. A woman who shakes and moans when I touch her and explodes with orgasm at my caresses.”
His tongue flicked the sensitive spot and her whole body convulsed. She grabbed at the covers beneath her, twisting them as he circled her hot clit with his cool wet tongue.
“Yes.” She bucked her hips against his mouth, astounded at the pleasure his tongue could bring.
He nipped, licked, and sucked, alternating between rough, then gentle. Her body responded to each touch with equal fervor.
She grabbed his hair, guiding his movements as she neared orgasm. Her legs quivered. Liquid fire lit inside her, consuming her bit by bit until finally, a bonfire flashed through her and she turned to ash.
When she stopped shaking, he stretched out next to her, gathering her into his arms.
“You wanna go to the woods tomorrow?” He angled his head to look in her eyes. “I know of this amazing clearing with a waterfall.”
She nodded, and cuddled into him to cover her shock.
He wanted to see her again.
Chapter Four
Janelle lay on her bed and stared at the garish light pink walls of her room until they faded into the background. Oh how wonderful the hours she’d spent with Ron had been. The passion, the conversation…
The phone rang and Janelle blinked, coming out of a daydream filled with strong muscles and soulful eyes. It rang again, shrill and insistent. She plucked it up, taking a deep breath to clear her mind before speaking.
“Yeah?”
“Where have you been for the past week?” Debbie scolded from the other end of the line. “I leave you with the hunk you’ve been crushing on for most of your life and you don’t call to tell me what happened?”
“Nothing happened,” she teased, giggling. So much had happened.
“Yeah right. I saw his face when I left. He wanted to give it to you.” Debbie laughed along with Janelle.
“We made out. I can’t believe it, but he likes me.”
“See, not all guys care about weight. I’m too thin, but I get my share of dates. And I’ve always told you how pretty you are. You never believed me, but I told you. Now all you need is a tattoo and you’ll be perfect.”
Debbie had always wanted a tattoo—several, actually—and she’d gotten her first when they graduated. Since then, she’d tried to convince Janelle to get one with her, though they both knew Janelle wasn’t the type.
“Maybe next time,” she answered, wondering if perhaps she would ever feel good enough about herself to do something like that one day.
“So when are you seeing him again?”
“Well, we spent all week together, most of it in this little clearing near the river. It’s beautiful.” Janelle eyed the clock.
Six-thirty. Almost time to leave.
“And the mall, and the bookstore, and Happy Burger. You’ve been spotted everywhere. People have been talking.”
“Let them talk. I don’t mind it. I’ve been having so much fun. His brother is really nice too.”
“Just don’t let your heart get too involved. Remember, he’s leaving in less than a month.”
“I know. I haven’t forgotten.” Janelle bit her lip as she studied a bit of lint on the carpet. “But at the same time, I’m tired of standing on the sidelines in my own life.”
No sound came from the other end of the phone line. Janelle waited a beat.
“Debbie? Are you still there?”
“Sorry, I was pinching myself,” she said. “Now listen, Janelle, I take it back. Don’t let this one get away. If he can get you to say something like that, he’s pure gold. Twenty-four carat solid.”
Janelle agreed, knowing that she was getting in deeper every time she saw Ron. Soon she wouldn’t have a choice in whether to give him up or not—the choice to leave him would be out of her hands, and she couldn’t seem to make herself care.
***
Two weeks came and went, and Ron spent every moment he could with Janelle. She was fantastic. He almost wished he wasn’t leaving to join the army in a week. She kissed him with passion, yet she still covered herself when she was nervous, and sometimes even hesitated before letting her wild side out. She became more and more comfortable with him every day, but the dichotomy of her personality always kept him guessing. When would she be the tiger, and when the kitten?
They sat together on the bank of the river in the small clearing where they’d spent most of their time during the past couple of weeks. The trees swayed and the sun warmed his skin.
A perfect day
, he thought. He tugged her into his lap, and she came without complaint.
“I wish you didn’t have to go into the army so soon.” She leaned her forehead against his chin.
“Me too.” He kissed her head and inhaled, enjoying the soft scent of strawberry emitting from her hair. “Will you wait for me?”
She shook her head. “Nope. I gotta sow my oats.”
He laughed, and she laughed with him. He knew she would wait. Just like he knew he would marry her one day. Life with her had just begun, but somehow it seemed as if they’d always been together.
“I figured.” He shrugged. “Guess I’ll just have to stake out your house every chance I get.”
“Oh yeah? And what would you be watching for?” Her voice deepened and took on a playfully seductive timbre he recognized all too well now.
“I’d have to keep an eye on you whenever you were in the shower.” He placed two fingers on her collarbone and walked them down her chest as he spoke. “Make sure I was the only one who saw the water running down those amazing breasts.”
He slipped a hand inside her wrap shirt and slid his palm over her skin. He pushed the material aside and watched the deep pink nipple harden in the cool breeze.
“To be sure no one does this…”
He lowered his mouth to her breast, running his tongue in circles around the blushing bull’s-eye.
“Or this.”
He tugged at the button and zipper of her jeans, lowering her onto the blanket they sat on. His fingertips toyed with the soft hair beneath her panties as he took her nipple into his mouth. She moaned and her hips jerked. His tiger awoke.
His middle finger slid inside her, and his free hand jerked at her jeans, freeing her body for his touch. She yanked her shirt over her head and spread her legs wide for his moving finger.
Ron’s body tightened in response to the sight of her body. He reached into his pocket, grabbing a pack of three condoms from inside. The wait to have her had been nearly unbearable, especially with her wild nature, but he hadn’t wanted her to think sex was all he wanted from her. Now that they were both ready, his fingers shook. He took one out, fumbling with the latex, trying to remain calm enough to give her pleasure before finding his own. When he settled himself between her legs, she locked them around him.
“I’m a virgin.” She blurted, her eyes closed tight.
He paused, ready to thrust. How could she be a virgin? She’d given herself with such abandon. Sure, he knew some men weren’t into bigger girls, but with her overflowing breasts and hourglass figure, how could any man resist?
His brow furrowed. “Seriously?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
“I know you’re shy, but…I mean, well…” He couldn’t help blurting out his next thought. “How did you manage to stay a virgin when you’re so hot? You touch me like you know what you’re doing.”
“I faked it.”
“Well you’re good at faking.” He smiled then slid over, lying on the blanket beside her. “Maybe we shouldn’t do it. I…”
I love you.
The thought shocked him.
He shook his head and continued. “I like you. I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want to pressure you.”
Janelle moved over him and leaned on her elbows, her long hair swaying in the breeze, her full breasts and hard nipples waiting for his touch.
He gazed up at her. She sat up and straddled his lap, her eyes blazing. Her hands flowed down his chest, over the muscles like the nearby river navigating the countryside.
Fingertips playing over the trail of hair leading down, she leaned in and whispered, “Stop trying to be sweet and fuck me.”
A blast of pure exhilaration exploded through him at her words. He held himself back, trying not to think of the curvaceous woman atop him, or the supple skin so close to his fingers. After her words, he’d never make it to her orgasm if he thought about her too much.
She wrestled with his pants, shoving them down. He lifted his hips, helping her free him from the confining material. His still hard cock sprang free, and she lifted herself above him, placing his erection at the opening of her pussy.
He didn’t touch her. He didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe for fear of hurting her.
“Go as slow as you need to, sweetie.”
She shook her head slowly, a seductive gleam in her eye. “Don’t worry about me. I’m gonna have it my way, baby.”
“Do what you have to, tiger.” He grinned, moving his fingers up to toy with her nipples. “I’m all yours.”
She slid down on him, closing her eyes as she did. Tightness enveloped him, followed by pressure, then a release as she sat fully atop him.
“That wasn’t bad.” She leaned in, offering her breasts to his mouth.
He gripped her hips, lifting her over him then lowering her again onto his stiff cock.
“Damn. You’re so tight.”
He caught a bobbing nub and sucked at it, enjoying the deep throaty moan that escaped her. She made the sexiest noises when she was turned on. In fact, her best moans came when she did.
Fingertips circling her clit, he worked to make her come before he did. He wanted her to enjoy her first time. He wanted to give her pleasure. Especially knowing it was her first time.
He bit gently at her nipple, enjoying her sharp gasp and the fresh flood of moisture between her legs. She always got a bit wetter with a little nibble. He nipped again, and her hips jerked and she shuttered atop him. Her muscles contracted around his cock and a slight tickle at the base of his shaft transformed into a deluge of satisfaction flowing through him.
What a woman.
How would he ever leave her?
Chapter Five
Janelle bit her lip to still the anxious trembling as she smoothed the tight red turtleneck over her waist and peeked at her reflection in the mirror one more time. She looked good. Not perfect, but Ron would love her new outfit. She’d purchased it just for the occasion.
Just as she reached for the door the phone rang, and she walked to the nightstand and grabbed the receiver.
“Hello?” Her voice sounded watery, even to her own ears.
“So how are things going? I haven’t seen you in weeks. Did you fall off the face of the Earth?” Debbie laughed. “Or did you just fall into a certain guy?”
“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t call, but he leaves today.” Her chin quivered and she ran a finger across the framed picture of Ron and her that his brother had taken. “I’m going to meet him in a few minutes so we can spend the day together.”
“How are you dealing with it?”
“I’m doing fine.”
“Janelle,” Debbie said, her tone deep, as she drew out the word like her mother did when she tried to pretend she was getting all A’s. “You’ve been infatuated with him for years. Now you’re dating him and he’s leaving. Tell me the truth, do you need me to come over tonight?”
Janelle curled in on herself and sank onto the bed, her head still near her knees.