You Make Me Weak Page 16
“A lot, actually. But, I could have seen any movie and enjoyed it. It was nice not to think for a few hours.”
“I’ll make you not think.” I winked at her.
She chuckled. “I bet you wouldn’t mind.”
“Not in the least.”
We entered her apartment and went straight to bed. I liked sleeping with her, but I loved it because it was usually after an intense session of fooling around. Her naked body was wrapped around mine, and I was always warm. I never knew having a girlfriend and not getting laid could be so wonderful.
She and I fooled around like usual, but when she went down on me, she stopped before I reached my threshold. Perhaps she was teasing me, but if she was, I wasn’t in the mood to be teased. I growled at her.
Beatrice pulled me on top of her then wrapped her legs around my waist. The look in her eyes was different, intense and bright. She clung to me tightly, like she was nervous or excited.
I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew something was different.
She pulled my lips to hers and kissed me with gentle passion. Her lips moved with mine, and her tongue made my spine shiver. Her hand grabbed my shaft and massaged it for a moment. Then she pointed my tip at her entrance.
Whoa…what was going on?
I pulled my cock away and looked at her, searching her face. Last I checked, Beatrice wanted to wait until marriage. So what was going on? Was she just in the moment and out of control? “Beatrice?” I asked the question without actually asking it.
“I love you,” she whispered. “And I want you.”
Those words made my spine shiver again. I’d wanted to have her for a long time, and just hearing her say that made my cock twitch. I breathed hard, my mind running wild with passionate fantasies. “You’re ready?”
She nodded. “I’m on birth control.”
So, she really thought this through. It wasn’t just a sudden decision. But I wanted her first time to be special. I didn’t want it to be in her small apartment in the city. Not only was this her first time with me, but her first time ever. “Not tonight.”
Her eyes fell in sadness. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I said quickly. “Of course not. I just want to make sure it’s special.”
“I’m with you,” she whispered. “Of course it’s special.”
Her voice was softening my resolve. She had no idea how much I wanted to have her, how much I wanted to be inside her and feel our souls connect. I’d wait forever for her, but that didn’t mean I wanted to. “As much as I want to, I think we should wait. It needs to be perfect.”
She understood I wouldn’t change my mind. “Okay.”
I gave her a long and heated kiss. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t finish what we started.”
***
I made reservations at a fancy place, and then we’d be staying at the Plaza. I already arranged for rose petals to be sprinkled on the bed along with a chilled bottle of wine. Since I already had her, it was excessive. But I wanted her to remember her first time in a positive way. I knew most girls regretted the way they lost their virginity, in the back of a van or against a tree in the park. If something horrible happened and Beatrice and I didn’t stay together, I wanted her to at least remember the night fondly.
The entire night was nerve racking. She was nervous and I was too. After we finished dinner, we knew what we would be doing. Now I knew why she was so quiet last week, because she knew she wanted to give herself to me later that night.
I tried to force small talk so we both wouldn’t think about it. “How was your week?”
“Fine. I had an exam on Wednesday but I did well.”
“Not surprised.”
She shrugged. “I do my best. That’s all I can hope for.”
I knew her best was a hundred percent. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind she would be one of the best lawyers who ever walked the face of the earth. I just hoped our lives wouldn’t always be this way, with her being insanely busy all the time.
When the tab came, I paid it. Fortunately, Beatrice didn’t do the check dance like she normally did. I didn’t want to argue with her about anything tonight. I knew she didn’t either.
We left the restaurant then walked down the street hand in hand. When she realized we weren’t heading back to her apartment, she gave me a questioning look. I didn’t say anything as we approached the hotel.
Beatrice seemed to connect the dots. “The Plaza?”
“It’s a romantic place.” I walked her inside then checked in at the front desk. After I got our keys, we got into the elevator and headed to our floor. Beatrice didn’t look at me, and I knew she was nervous. Honestly, I was too. I’d taken someone’s virginity before, but I never cared about it being perfect until now.
We reached our room then walked inside. Rose petals were on the bed just like I paid for. Only a few lights were on, giving it a romantic feel. Beatrice stepped inside then examined the bed. Then she turned to me, approval in her eyes.
“Do you like it?” I whispered.
She nodded.
I came closer to her then kissed her, holding her close to me. My touch was aggressive but my kiss wasn’t. I’d wanted to have her for so long that I couldn’t contain my excitement. I was thankful we’d been fooling around otherwise our rendezvous would last a minute at the most.
Clothes started to fall, and soon we stood naked in front of each other. Her body was perfect, with endless curves and smooth skin. Her breasts were perky and round, and I loved feeling them in my mouth. I loved touching her everywhere, knowing she was absolutely mine. I was the first man to enjoy her, and I hoped I would be the last.
We moved to the bed, and I actually wished I had to wear a condom. Feeling her bare skin would be painfully amazing. At least a rubber would muffle the extraordinary feeling.
She laid her head on a pillow and looked up at me, desire and fear in her eyes.
I moved over her and pinned her legs back with my arms, making sure she was as wide as possible. My face was close to hers and I looked into her eyes. “It might hurt at first but it’ll feel good eventually. I’ll go slow.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
I kissed her gently then brushed my nose against hers. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She gripped my shoulders and waited for me to enter.
My tip found her entrance and I moved slowly, feeling her stretch immediately even though I was barely inside her. I kissed her, forcing her to relax and trust me. I was excited to be with her, and not just to get laid. I wanted to feel that connection with her, to know she really trusted me by giving me such a gift.
A loud moan escaped her lips so I stopped moving. I wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. I stayed still and kissed her, giving her body a moment to acclimate to my size. I wasn’t even halfway in and her body was struggling to accept me. It was a turn-on but also a concern.
I continued to kiss her as I touched her clitoris and started to rub it in a circular motion, needing her to be as turned on and relaxed as possible. When she panted hard for me and gripped me tightly, I knew she was enjoying what I was doing. Her body relaxed around me and allowed me to move further inside.
She was wet, smooth, and warm. A loud moan escaped my lips because she felt good. I’d only fucked a girl once without a rubber, and I remembered it felt like heaven. Beatrice felt a million times better.
Finally, I got my entire shaft inside her. I kept my body as close to her as possible, wanting her to feel my chest against hers. “Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah…”
I kissed her forehead.
“Shit, you have a big dick, Conrad.”
It was so out of context that I had to stop myself from laughing. I looked down at her and smiled. “Why, thank you.”
A slight smile was on her lips, but her eyes were cloudy with desire.
I moved into her slowly, doing my best to make sure she didn’t bleed. Taking her virginity was the h
ottest thing in the world, and I immediately wanted to blow my load and fill her. Feeling her hands grip me as she held on only heightened my arousal. I was doing the best I could to make it enjoyable for her, but there was only so much I could do when she was so small down there. I hadn’t realized how much of a problem it would be.
“You can go harder,” she whispered.
I kissed her lips again then increased the pace slightly, moving inside her completely every single time. It felt so good that I had to force myself to think of complicated math problems just so I wouldn’t come so soon. I was determined to make her come during her first time, even though I knew how unlikely that was. My hand rubbed her clitoris, giving her extra stimulation to reach her climax.
Her fingers moved through my hair while she kissed me, and the combined efforts of everything I was doing seemed to bring her to the edge. She moaned loudly then gripped me hard. “Oh god…”
Mission accomplished.
Her lips were immobile while they pressed against mine, and she writhed on the bed for more than a minute, enjoying every second of the pleasure I was giving her.
When she finished, her lips started to move again.
I couldn’t hold on a second longer. She felt too good, and I was so far within her that I couldn’t hold back. She had my heart and soul for the taking, and there was nothing left of me. With a final moan, I tensed and released in her.
It was the best orgasm I ever had. Knowing I was filling her just made it a million times better. She gave herself to me, and I was the first man to come inside her. It almost made me want to come again.
Still inside her, I leaned over and stared into her eyes.
She cupped my face and kissed me. “That was nice…”
“But was it perfect?”
She smiled at me. “More than perfect.”
***
The more times we made love, the better it felt for her. Her body changed and stretched to accommodate me, and it was becoming more pleasurable for her. I always went slow, never in a hurry, and I hoped that made it easier on her.
Soon, she wanted to take the reins. She moved on top of me one night, straddling my hips.
Just looking at her was enough to make me blow.
“So…I just hold onto you?” she asked hesitantly.
I loved teaching her everything. I didn’t mind in the least. I leaned against her headboard then forced her to put her weight on her thighs. Then I had her grip my shoulders. “Now move up and down.”
She took me in and out slowly, and when she took me in faster, I knew she was enjoying it.
I gripped the bottom of her thighs and move with her.
“Like this?” she asked through her heavy breathing.
I was doing everything I could not to come. “Just like that…”
Beatrice was more adventurous as time passed. She wanted to do it on every piece of furniture she owned. We had defiled her kitchen table countless times. We had invisibly marked every inch of her couch. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and I was glad Beatrice enjoyed sex. A lot of girls didn’t.
We were sitting on the couch watching TV, not having sex, surprising, when her phone rang.
Beatrice ignored it and didn’t answer it.
I eyed her but didn’t say anything. If she took the call, that was less time she spent with me.
It rang again. And again.
“It sounds like someone is trying to get ahold of you,” I said.
She sighed then grabbed it. Then she returned it to the table.
Anger immediately washed over me. “Who’s bothering you?” Her dad promised to leave her alone. I’d seen him every few weeks to discuss Beatrice, and even though I believed he really did care about her, that wouldn’t make it excusable to break his promise to me.
“No one.”
I grabbed her arm. “Tell me. Now.”
She twisted away. “My brother. I don’t know what he wants.”
I recalled her dad mentioned he got engaged and had a baby on the way. Maybe he was just trying to tell her that. “Has he left messages?”
“Yeah, I haven’t listened to them.”
“Does he call you often?”
“No.”
“Then maybe it’s important.”
She stared at the TV.
“Your brother didn’t do anything so you shouldn’t punish him.”
“Maybe you should mind your own business,” she hissed.
I let the comment go. She was so weird about her family. I understood why she was hurt, but sometimes I thought she took it too far. “Baby, I’m just trying to help.”
Her phone rang again.
She eyed it without answering it.
“He probably has something important to say.”
“Stay out of it, Conrad.”
“No,” I snapped. “We’re in this together. I’m right here. He can’t hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about. The fear of something is worse than the thing itself. Just take his call, Beatrice. He didn’t do anything to you.”
She glared at me then answered the phone. “Hello?” She didn’t sound happy.
Her brother spoke on the other line.
“How did you know I lived in New York?” she said.
I had no idea what they were talking about but I patiently listened.
“Dad told you?” she asked incredulously.
My heart started to accelerate. Then I heard his voice over the phone.
“I need to tell you something. I want to talk in person.”
“The phone will suffice,” Beatrice said.
I couldn’t believe how cold she was being.
“Beatrice, stop being a pain in the ass and agree to meet me. There’s someone I want to introduce you to.”
“Dad?”
“No,” he snapped. “I know how you feel about him. Now tell me where you want to meet. I’m in the city. I can come by your place or we can meet elsewhere.”
I knew Beatrice would never hand over her address.
“Fine,” she said. “How about Starbucks?”
“That’s fine.”
“I’m bringing my boyfriend.”
“Good,” he said. “I want to meet him.” He hung up without another word.
She tossed her phone aside. “My dad told him I lived in the city.”
I didn’t dare speak. If she knew I spoke to her father, she would kick me in the balls then dump me.
“How did he know that?”
“A simple credit check would tell him,” I explained.
She sighed then grabbed her coat. “My brother wants to meet me. I don’t know what he wants.”
“I’m sure it’s important.”
“You’re coming,” she said.
“I assumed I was.”
“Then let’s go.” She walked out and didn’t wait for me to follow.
***
When we walked inside, Beatrice immediately spotted her brother. “He’s wearing the gray collared shirt.”
I examined him, and realized he looked similar to Beatrice. He had the same dark hair and bright green eyes. He was built, covered in swollen muscles. He was my height, and not someone I’d want to piss off.
Her brother wasn’t alone. He had a pretty woman next to him. She was blonde and thin. Her beautiful features and perfect proportions immediately reminded me of Barbie. I preferred brunettes so she didn’t do anything for me.
“I guess that’s the person he wants me to meet,” she said as she walked forward.
Her brother reached her first and looked her up and down. “You’re looking well.” Then he hugged her.
She returned the embrace but with very little heart. “Hello, William.”
William turned his gaze on me. Then he extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Conrad.”
I took it, wondering how he knew my name. The only person who could have told him was her father. I hoped he didn’t mention our frequent meetings to discuss Beatrice. “You t
oo.” I shook his hand then dropped his embrace.
He examined me for a moment before he turned to his fiancée. “Beatrice, this is Kelly.”
She even had a Barbie-ish name.
“Nice to meet you.” Beatrice was warm and nice to her.
Kelly shook her hand. “You too.”
“She’s my fiancée,” William said as he put his arm around her.
“Oh…” Beatrice’s eyes widened while she stared at her brother. “Wow…congratulations.”
“Thank you,” he said. “And that’s not all.” He moved his hand to Kelly’s stomach. “We’re expecting.”
“Really?” Beatrice seemed genuinely excited. “That’s wonderful, William!” She hugged him again, showing true enthusiasm.
He returned her embrace with a laugh. “I knew that would break that cold exterior of yours.”
Beatrice pulled away and looked at Kelly. “When’s the wedding?”
“In a few weeks,” William said. “She wants to get married before she gets too big.” He rolled his eyes. “Like she wouldn’t be beautiful anyway.”
Kelly smiled at him but stayed quiet.
“I’m so happy for you guys,” Beatrice said. “I’m sorry I’ve been so…”
“Distant? Cold? Rude? Annoying?” William gave her a pointed look. “Yeah, it gets old.”
Beatrice tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, clearly uncomfortable.
“Leave her alone,” Kelly whispered.
“No,” William said. “Just because I still talk to Dad she exiled me. It’s totally unfair. Well, she’s got a niece or nephew on the way.” He turned to Beatrice. “Are you going to exile them too?”
Beatrice crossed her arms over her chest. “Of course not.”
Normally, I would defend her, but in this case, I was on her brother’s side. She exiled her entire family because of what happened to her mom. I had no right to judge her for it because I’d never experienced such a tragedy, but she wasn’t handling it in the right way. If I thought her father was a heartless coward, I wouldn’t bother meeting him to discuss Beatrice. But I really thought he truly cared about her.
“Well, I really want you to get to know your sister-in-law and not disappear off the face of the earth,” William said. “That’s not much to ask for.”
Beatrice was growing more uncomfortable. “So, you just wanted to meet me to make me feel like dirt?”