Curves in the Road (The Southern Devotion Series Book 2) (6 page)

Angel and Gracie
were
more experienced than I was but not completely in a good way. Gracie had been raped by her boyfriend before she and her husband Ashton started dating. Angel, I found out shortly after that, had been raped by a boyfriend in high school. The last thing I wanted was to have a negative experience for my first time as well. There were some changes I was about to make in my life and the first thing I needed to do was make sure my first time was with someone I loved, in case I never got that chance later; I chose Derrick.

Once I arrived in Atlanta, I settled into the swanky hotel room that I splurged on and began the meticulous task of unpacking my duffel bag. My phone dinged alerting me to a new text. Derrick was letting me know he had just gotten off the interstate and was pumping gas and would be about twenty minutes.

Angel packed me a surprise and made me promise I didn’t peek until I was at the hotel.  It was a
pristine white box with a velvet red bow draped beautifully around it. I tore into anxious to see the surprise that awaited me. Inside was a sheer robe with a white as snow silk negligee underneath. The note read, "Wear this for your first time."  Underneath that was a 'knock your man off his feet' sexy deep crimson all lace bra and panty set with garters and thigh highs with a note that read, "Wear this for your second time." I'm sure my skin was a deeper shade of crimson than the lingerie I held in my hands. At least the first one was elegant looking; that I would have no problem wearing.

There wasn’t much time to get ready before Derrick
arrived.  My toes curled against the supple carpet as I made my way barefoot into the restroom to change. I'd texted him back to have him pick up the second key at the desk. Undressing quickly I jumped into the shower to shave my legs and freshen up everything. When I stepped out, I towel dried my hair leaving it wavy and damp. The silk nightgown felt cold against my skin and it made my nipples peak. With a deep breath for courage I slid the robe on, not sure why it was needed since it was sheer but it made me feel less exposed.

De
rrick's voice called out, "MJ? Are you here sweetheart?"

"Be right out!" I called. Suddenly I was terribly nervous and I wanted to crawl back into the clothes I had on before. I had to be strong. I'm ready for this, I really am.

Stepping out into the room, Derrick had his back to me. The sharp woody scent of his cologne wafted into my nose, causing my legs to quiver as I ached for him. I took a few steps closer to him before saying, "Hey there stranger." As he turned, his nervously excited smile suddenly dropped into a shocked expression. "Does this look bad?" I ask.

Slowly shaking his h
ead back and forth, he closed the space between us with two large steps. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His lips found mine before I could respond to his sweet compliment. This kiss was even better than I remembered. The passion we'd missed over the past few months was being released in this moment made up of need, desire, and love. His hands affectionately cradled my face as his lips ravaged mine without pause. His palms drift to my shoulders; his lips begin to move across my skin. I moan as his tongue drew circles across my neck, tasting every inch.

He pulled back for moment, "Are you sure this is what you want?" The ability to speak was completely gone for me, I could only nod. "There's something I need to tell you before we do this."

My stomach tightened. What kind of confession could he have at this moment? Did he have a girlfriend now? Had he slept with someone recently? Did he have a disease? The possibilities were endless. "What is it?" I asked, fearful of the answer.

His
index finger traced lines across my cheek. He smiled, then leaned down and gently brushed his lips against mine once more. "Before we do this, before you give me yourself, I need you to know something. This isn’t me saying this to get in your pants either. You deserve to know how I feel about you and what this will mean to me. You're amazing Mary Jane. The most amazing woman I've ever known. Since the moment I met you, I haven’t wanted anything else but to be with you completely. Even if you decide after this that you don’t want a relationship or you want to wait till your internship is done, you need to know one thing; I love you."

My eyes well up with tears
. This wasn’t the confession I expected at all. It was amazing that he wanted me to know this no matter the outcome. "I love you, so much Derrick." In reality, I'd known I'm in love with Derrick for a while. Neither of us had come right out and said it which left me feeling like his feelings may not be as deep as mine, until now.

Derrick's smile lit up the room.
Bending down, his arms enveloped me, lifting me up off the floor as he kissed me fiercely. When he sat me down, he pushed the robe off my shoulders, replacing it with his tongue along my skin as his mouth began its exploration at my collarbone. I tugged on his belt, luring him toward the bed.  Falling back against the soft mattress I opened my legs and pulled Derrick close to me. He wore a pale blue polo shirt that was keeping me from tasting his skin. Tugging it free from his pants I lifted it and made my way across his chiseled abs with my lips, darting my tongue out periodically.

His leather belt slides easily through his belt loops.
I unfasten the top button of his pants and press my lips to the soft line of hair that led down to his happy place. He groaned and I felt his excitement pressing against his boxer briefs. He stood to remove his shirt completely, and then rejoined me on the bed by hovering above my body. His left hand slid up my thigh, fingers tickling my skin as they travel further north. His mouth finds mine, our tongues dance together. Derrick's fingers find the hem of my lingerie to find the other surprise awaiting him.

He groaned, "No panties?
Damnit Mary Jane, I want you." 

Scooting down the bed again, hi
s mouth replaced his hand and I shivered as his lips moved their way up the inside of my thighs. When he reached my core, I arched my back at the most intense pleasure I've ever experienced.

Derrick moved the silk
negligee up and pulled it over my head. His mouth instantly found my nipple next. I moaned and breathily said, "Wait, let me…let me take care of you."  Not that I knew what I was doing at all, this was the most intimate I'd been with anyone. Somehow though, I felt confident in my skills as a lover.

Derrick sat up and said, "This is your first time. I want this to be the experience you never forget. Let me please you. You can take care of me next time." Who could
argue with that reasoning? He stood up to remove his pants and I gulped with anxiety. He positioned himself over me once more, "You're sure this is what you want?" I nodded my affirmation silently. With a soft hot breathy whisper against my ear he says, "Let me know if I need to stop." His tongue flicked out to lick my sensitive earlobe. Then his teeth grabbed a hold of my lobe and bit down gently at the same time he pressed himself inside me. I cried out in a combination of intense pleasure and pain.

He
paused to look at me for reassurance. I pressed my hands against his strong chest and growl seductively, "Please, I want you Derrick; don't stop." 

For the next few hours we explored each other's bodies
over and over again. We took turns pleasing the other, both reaching climax several times a piece. My inexperience didn't seem to be noticeable. Everything seemed to happen naturally. There were no fumbling or awkward moments, only moments of pure bliss. Finally we collapsed on the bed out of breath and spent.

Derrick
is an attentive lover before, during, and after. He draped the sheet across my body then kissed me chastely. "I love you, Mary Jane." Before I could return the sentiment, my stomach let out a long fierce growl of hunger.

"Well that was super sexy."  I said, mortified at the ruined moment.

"You must be starving. How about I order us some room service? Or would you rather go out?"

"Room service. The longer I can keep you naked, the better." I said, suddenly feeling very comfortable.
There isn't much to be nervous about once someone has been that intimate with you. It was always curious to me how couples could meld so well together in certain situations. Now I realize that sex has a lot to do with that. Nothing can be more embarrassing then the faces and noises you make during sex.

"You know, I was thinking the same thing. I'm fine if we stay naked all weekend." He grinned against my lips as he kissed me again. He
leaned across the bed to grab the room service menu on the nightstand. "Give me a second." He dialed the restaurant downstairs and orders us each a full meal, an appetizer, and a dessert. Normally I wouldn’t eat that much in front of a guy but I felt so comfortable with Derrick it didn’t matter.

As soon as he hung up the phone,
he rolled back over to hover above me. "They said it will be at least an hour. What will we do to pass the time?" The grin on his face was sly and full of innuendo.

"Hmm…well you ordered a lot of
food; maybe we should work up a bigger appetite."

His whispered, "You read my mind," before his lips found mine once more.

We were able to get in two more times before there was a knock on the door. Derrick covered me with a sheet and slipped his pants on quickly before answering the door. The waitress brought in the food and kept her eyes glued to Derrick's naked chest. She didn’t notice I was there until he turned and asked if I was hungry. The waitress's head twisted so fast in my direction, and then her hopes fell when she spotted me in my undressed state covered only in a sheet. After that her demeanor changed and she was suddenly in a hurry to leave.

Under the first silver lidded plate that Derrick brought to the bed was fresh fruit; watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew melon, and strawberries. 
He lifted a piece of watermelon toward me. "That's a big piece." I said, leaning back away from his hand.

"Trust me, open you
r mouth," Derrick said. He placed the watermelon halfway between my lips, leaned forward, and then put his lips over the other half. Biting down together, the sweet juices coated our lips as our tongues moved to capture more of the sweetness. "Damn, I'll never get tired of the taste of you." The watermelon juice dripped down, Derrick moved his tongue over my chest catching the excess juice from the fruit and making me want to forego eating.

After filling our stomachs and working the food off a couple more times, we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. The next morning I opened my eyes and smiled as I felt Derrick's body pressed up against mine with his arm across my stomach. This was the first time I
'd waken up in bed with a man; a girl could get used to this real fast.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered a moment before his teeth captured my earlobe. When I rolled over to face him, he smiled brightly. "Damn woman, you're stunning even first thing in the morning."  There was no way to respond to that without sounding cheesy or stumbling on my words so I pressed my lips to his instead and tossed my leg across his waist to lay on top of him. I was surprised when I felt him easily slide inside me. I gasped and sat back, the sheet falling from my body, exposing me to him. His hands roamed my breast as I moved up and down.
He relaxed his head back on the pillow, closed his eyes and sighed with content.

Afterwards
I moved back on my side of the bed. He leaned over and pressed light kisses along my cheek. "How do you feel?"

"Amazing."
Even that word was not enough to accurately describe everything I felt in the last several hours.

"So I made your first time memorable?" He asked, with hopeful patience for the answer.

"I'll definitely never forget this, Derrick." My body certainly wouldn't forget the pleasure, my mind won't forget the way he looks, and more than anything my heart will never forget how gentle he was with me.

For the next few days we rarely left the bedroom.
All our plans to sight see were gone in favor of spending all our time together without any interruptions. We didn’t spend the entire time having sex. For most of the time we talked about our favorite things; movies, music, books. Then Derrick told me about Katelyn's infant years and his struggle with being a single dad. In between our talks he'd stop to call and check on Katelyn. Derrick is drop dead sexy, sweet, funny, and mature, a perfect man that any woman would kill for. I loved all of those things about him, but the thing I loved most is seeing him with Katelyn. The thought of having a child when I was sixteen scared me to even think about. I'm not sure I could've done as well as a mother as he's done as a father. The beautiful thing is that he's never considered her a nuisance or a mistake. Even in the privacy of our room where he could tell me anything he wants, he admits that he never wished he'd given her up.

On the last morning of our trip,
we awoke in each other's arms as usual. "This has been the best long weekend of my life." Derrick planted kisses on my skin after each word he spoke. "I need a shower, care to join me?"

"Tempting as it is, I think I'll order us breakfast.  After your shower, I want to talk to you about something."

Derrick's forehead creased with worry, "Nothing serious, right?"

"Well it's serious, but not bad." I teased him with my riddles. Shoving him playfully from the bed, I say, "Go get your shower
, stinky."