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I feel weak and deflated as I melt into his arms. Wyatt withdraws his hand and brings it to his mouth, groaning as he licks his fingers clean.
“Goddamn,” he whispers, wrapping me up in his arms and kissing my temple.
Once my heartbeat has somewhat returned to normal, all of my doubts and deepest insecurities rise to the surface.
What the hell was I thinking? I had my first orgasm out in the fucking hallway of my apartment! Anyone could have seen us.
I slip out of his arms and quickly gather my purse, slipping the key into the lock and slamming the door in his face once I’m safely inside. So much for the perfect date.
CHAPTERFOUR
WYATT
I’m momentarily too stunned to react. She ran away from me. Again. Ember and I just shared a beautiful moment together, she came like a fucking goddess, completely letting everything go for me so she could experience her own pleasure. I went from incredibly turned on, in awe, and basking in her gorgeous afterglow, to cold and bereft in a matter of seconds.
Tonight was perfect. Her dress, her smile, the way we talked like we’d known each other for years and yet still had a lifetime of experiences to share. Holding her in my arms and dancing with her under the Christmas lights brought me a sense of wholeness and joy I’ve never experienced. I know Ember is the only one who could make me feel that way. So how did things end so abruptly?
The thud on the other side of the door pulls me out of my stupor. My sweet angel must be slumped against the door. I take a step closer and rest my forehead on the door, needing to be close to her even if she doesn’t want me here.
“Ember?” I ask softly, finally breaking the silence. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did I push you too far?” The thought of pressuring her to do more than she was comfortable with nearly brings me to my knees. I rest my hands on the door frame to hold myself up while I wait for her answer.
“I’m fine,” she says, so quietly I almost don’t hear her.
“Can I come in? I just want to see you and make sure you’re okay.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Fuck. I fucked it all up. I turn around and rest my back against the door before slumping down on the ground. I’ll camp out here all night if I have to. There’s no way I’m leaving here without seeing her sweet face.
“Just talk to me. What’s going on?”
After a few minutes of silence, I think she’s not going to answer me, but then I hear a defeated sigh.
“I’ve never done that before.”
Despite the circumstances, that brings a smile to my face. “I’ve never done anything like that either, angel. I thought it was kinda hot being out in the open, but I promise you I was covering you the whole time. No one was around, but even if they were, no one could see anything. I wouldn’t chance someone else getting to see what’s only for my eyes.”
“It’s not just that, I mean I’ve never…”
“Never what? You can tell me. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us, Ember.”
“I’ve never had an…” She clears her throat. “Orgasm.”
All of the air leaves my lungs as her words sink in. I’m bombarded by a million thoughts. I’m fucking proud as hell that I gave her that pleasure for the first time, and I very much look forward to making her cum in every single dirty way I can think of.
But I regret that her first orgasm was against her front door for fuck’s sake. And shit, I didn’t even kiss her, I just shoved my hand down her panties like the animal she makes me. I think she wanted it at the time, she asked me for more, but if I had known just how inexperienced she was I would have pulled back. Taken my time. I would have understood that was her lust talking, but that she clearly wasn’t ready for the intensity of everything.
“See? I’m a freak,” she sobs quietly.
"What? Ember, no, not at all. I'm honored that you let me give you pleasure like that, but I wish I would have done things differently. You deserve better than that. I would have waited until I could hold you, kiss you properly, watch you come back down, and clean you up after. I'm so fucking sorry. I don't want you to regret anything we do."
“This is so embarrassing,” she mutters.
“It’s not, I promise you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” I’m scrambling for the right words to get her to hear me,reallyhear me when I say what we did was beautiful, but clearly not what she was ready for. Instead, my stupid brain spits out the question I’ve been dying to ask. “Are you a virgin?”
“Oh mygod,” she groans. “Don’t make me say it.”
Her non-answer is enough for me, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t roaring on the inside with the knowledge that I’ll be the only man to ever be inside of her perfect little pussy. I hate that she feels so ashamed of herself and what we did. It might just be her inexperience, but something tells me it’s more than that. This was triggering for her and I hate that she’s associated something negative with her sexuality.
