Too Blind to See It!

Chapter 24
 

 
"Zach… Zach…” she moaned out.  “Oh my God…Zach."  Her sweet voice rang in my ears, her body slick with sweat, and her hands grasping at the headboard as I thrust inside her, all the way this time. No more holding back. Her body was so tight and now trembling it took everything I had to hold back and not just come inside her, she just felt that good. Her moans got louder and I instinctively covered her mouth with my own, biting and sucking on her lips and tongue. Everything about her was sweet perfection, the taste of her, the feel of her, the sounds she made.
 
I trailed down her jaw to her neck. "Are you Ok?" I mumbled against her throat, but then pushed hard inside her again forcing her to gasp for air. I asked her again. "Jen, you ok?" I needed a moan of pleasure or a breathy "yes", but it never came. I Looked up to catch her face, hoping for a look of joy, excitement, ecstasy, anything positive so I could continue my attack on her tight body but she was gone, and it was just me in bed completely alone.
 
I sat up sweating, my dick hard as a fucking rock in my hand, the memories of that dream still painfully fresh in my mind. "Son of a bitch!" I yelled out loud, and swiveled around to sit on the edge of the bed. Was it really too much to ask that if I was going to dream about her this way, that we actually finish? This was the third time in two weeks I'd found myself sitting on the edge of the bed, frustrated as hell and forced to take a cold shower in the middle of the night.
 
I did it to myself. I turned her down a month and a half ago when she was asking me to make love to her. Then somehow, maybe just to relieve the immediate pressure, we agreed to hold off till after the playoffs. I just kind of figured it would make things easier on us, she could think about her decision, I'd have time to make it perfect for her. I regretted that decision more every day. Now just as playoffs were about to start I was in fucking sorry ass shape. Unable to focus, not getting enough sleep, thinking only about how much I wanted her, needed her. Travis's words of wisdom were constantly in the back of my mind. "Give it to her now while she still wants it."
 
"Son of a Bitch!" I said again running my hand over my face.
 
Looks like I have a date with another cold shower.
 
I dropped my damp boxers into the hamper and turned on the water. My dick was so hard it ached, begging me for relief. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, then leaned over the sink for a better look. When did I become such a pussy? When did I hesitate when a woman, and not just any woman, but one I was crazy in love with wanted to have sex?
 
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I leaned with both hands against the door jamb waiting for it to open. Fuck I looked desperate, but that's because I was. I knocked again, harder this time. It was late, maybe too late, and for a moment I thought about fleeing back to my apartment and accepting my fate, the icy pain of a cold shower. Just as I was ready to turn away, the door flung open.
 
There she was in her short boy shorts that exposed legs that went on for days. A white wife beater tank top, with nipples at full attention from the cool air of the hallway. Her blond tresses swept up into a high ponytail, and her ear buds still perched in her ears. She hadn't been sleeping; thank God.
 
At the sight of me she ripped out her ear buds. "Zach?" she said puzzled, her way of asking what was wrong. Clearly I wasn't myself, but rather than explain I took one step inside the door and kissed her like the sun may not come up tomorrow. My foot kicked the door shut and I held her face in both hands as I kissed her so hard my cock was thanking me for it. I couldn't help smiling as she let out a deep guttural moan and pressed against my aching croch, my sign that she loved it as much as I did.
 
I continued to kiss her in short agonizing choppy kisses that let me get words in between. "I love you Jenna." I gave her a long passionate kiss before I strayed off down her jaw, using my fingers to turn her face just how I wanted it. "I love you and I want you." I kissed and nipped and sucked, then stopped to look at her, square in the eyes as I said, "Do you understand what I'm saying? What I'm asking?" She nodded still dazed from the tortured kissing, but not to leave anything to chance I told her anyway. "I want to make love to you. I don't want to wait. I want to make love to you now!"
 
Her arms flew around my neck and her body fell flush against mine. She gave me her own yes, her lips too busy devouring mine to say the actual words, and my body trembled in excitement.
 
This was it.
 
"No…No…NO!" I pulled away from her.
 
"No?" she asked softly in complete bewilderment, her eyes still fogged over in lust and her lips swollen and puffy.
 
I couldn't help but lean in and kiss her again, only quickly this time. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking…"
 
"You don't want to do this? But I thought…"
 
I grabbed her and pulled her against me. "Oh God Jenna." I let my lips softly graze hers. "I'm not saying no. I just forgot a condom. I was in such a hurry to get over here. I just wasn't thinking. I wasn't planning. Just give me a minute." I pulled away from her and opened the door to head to my place, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back inside.
 
"Don't you dare leave me!" she protested.
 
"But…" I felt like I was 16, trying to do the right thing, but fighting both my girlfriend and my body.
 
She shut the door and pushed me up against it, kissing me frantically. My mind told me to overrule her and get the condoms, my dick told me forget it and just have at her. Her hands pushed up my t-shirt and wandered my abs and my chest until they tugged the shirt completely off. She was breathing heavy by the time she took a step away. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip as she pulled me toward the bedroom, her eyes never leaving mine. Thank God she wanted this as much as I did, but my mind was still screaming at me to go back to my apartment and get the condoms. There's no way if this happened, if we really did make love, that I would have enough will power to pull out in time, no way.
 
"I have a surprise for you," she cooed once we reached her room.
 
"There's nothing I want more baby, nothing more than whatever surprise you have for me," especially if it involved getting her naked, "but really, I just need to go back to my place. I'll run, I swear, and I'll be back in less than a minute." How could she not find this important?
 
"This surprise is more important." She pulled her tank over her head and looked at me with wide eyes.
 
"Fuck," I whispered to myself. She was beautiful, those perfect round ripe breasts, her big bright eyes filled with anticipation, staring at me, wanting me.
 
"It's Ok Zach." She pressed her bare chest to mine; the feel of her skin set me on fire and I was gone. My cock throbbed on contact. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbed a hold of that amazing ass and lifted her. With a nervous giggle she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I carried her to the bed where she knelt and lavished me with her mouth, her hands traveling wildly over my chest and back. "You're forgetting the surprise," she reminded me breathily as my mouth hit the skin of her long creamy neck.
 
She was right, I was forgetting the surprise. But she was naked, well mostly, and beautiful, and ready to have sex and the surprise wasn't in the forefront of my mind. Quite honestly, I wasn't sure I could stop what I was doing for any surprise. There really wasn't anything better than what we were about to do. Jenna didn't take no for an answer though and she pressed her hand to my chest and pushed me backward. "Jenna," I whined. But she looked like she was ready to burst, she was so excited. "Ok. Ok sorry," I said, one hand on my hip and the other tugging at my short hair.
 
And then she squeaked out her good news. "I'm on the pill!" Her eyes glistened, and her smile lit up her face.
 
Now that was the best fucking surprise I'd ever had and I grabbed her around the waist and spun her around landing with her standing in front of me, the back of my legs against the bed. I pulled her face into my hands and kissed her so hard our teeth collided. I felt her go week against me, giving in to my kisses, to my touch.  "I love you Jenna. I love you so much."
 
"I know Zach. I've been waiting for this moment my whole life. I want to make love. I want you to teach me." She bit her lip after she said it, a prime reminder that she may kiss me like an experienced woman, but she was not. As much as I needed her, wanted her, tonight wasn't about me, though that's what brought me to her door, it was about her.
 
I kissed and sucked and licked every inch of her long beautiful neck, then around her collar bone. She tasted so sweet, and as my mouth devoured her body, she trembled. My ass hit the bed and I pulled her between my legs and wandered the valley between her breasts then up to her peak, teasing her, knowing she wanted to move faster by her small moans and squeaks. Beautiful sounds. I teased her nipple with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth and sucking. Her hands held my head in place as my sucking got stronger and when I pinched her other nipple, she gasped and her head fell backward. She was so responsive and my cock ached to find her sweet spot, but not yet.
 
I stood up again and pulled the band from her hair, letting her golden locks fall around her shoulders. There was something so extremely sexy about the way she looked, so innocent, yet needy. My fingers played with the waist band of her tiny shorts and she looked almost shy as I slowly slid them down her long sexy legs kissing as I went, stopping at her knee cap then working my way back up.
 
Her shy, scared expression startled me a little, another reminder to go slow. "I'll take care of you baby. I promise." I couldn't help taking her in, completely naked and vulnerable offering me something so important, so precious. I was the luckiest man in the universe, and my stomach squeezed with nerves.
 
My inner id took control when my cock twitched and reminded me that I needed her as much as she needed me. I stroked her long luscious hair for a moment trying to will myself to go slow, as I lifted her on the bed. “You are so beautiful," I said as I pulled her knees up and spread them apart fully exposing her to me. I kissed and nibbled down the path from her knee to her inner thigh, then placed sweet soft kisses between her legs before repeating the same motions on her other her other leg. Just before I delved between her legs, going for her sweet sweet pussy, she leaned up on her elbows and watched me, her eyes glazed over anticipating my next move. It was so fucking sexy knowing she was watching.  She'd never been so wet before, and my face was covered in her juices. I worked her with my mouth and my fingers, relieved I no longer had to worry about her hymen. It had broken weeks ago during a very erotic bout of fooling around. I continued the torture, thrusting two fingers inside her,  sucking at her nub until she threw her head back and clamped her knees around my head calling out to me. "Zach…Zach" as her muscles clenched, and her body shook in pleasure. This was so much better than the dream.
 
I would normally take the time to lap at her, to clean her up with my tongue, but not today. Today we needed those delicious juices right where they were. I milked every last bit of her orgasm, and she laid on the bed trembling. "I want to kiss you Zach. I want to taste myself on you." My virgin princess all of a sudden felt sultry, erotic. She was really leaving her comfort zone to verbalize something like that and fuck it was hot; though it didn’t make it easier to hold back the wave of lust that was building inside me.
 
I made my way up the bed to her beautiful mouth. The kiss if you could call it that was wrecked with wild abandon, as our tongues and teeth crashed together. She reached for my shorts and began tugging at them, in seconds they joined her clothes on the floor by the bed.
 
Her flesh set my skin a blaze as we groped and pawed at one another in all our naked glory. I'd imagined making love to her hundreds of times, thousands maybe, but the buildup was never like this, never this hot, this erotic. My imagination had me prepared for slow and careful, planned out so as to not make a wrong move. It wasn't until we were in the moment, so engulfed in each other that nothing else mattered, that I realized, this is how it should be, intense, passionate, explosive. In the midst of it all, the fire and the excitement, one emotion got the best of me. One feeling over powered the lust and the desire. LOVE. I couldn't have loved the woman below me more. She was my be all and end all, my start and my beginning.
 
I settled between her legs my breathing shallow. The anticipation eating me alive. "I love you Jenna." I was lined up directly with her opening, and my cock throbbed encouraging me to move, to become one with her. "I love you." I whispered again.
 
"Make love to me. Please. I want to do this. I want you Zach."
 
With her words of encouragement, her final go ahead, I pushed into her.
 
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I didn't want him to hold back. I wanted to give myself to him completely.  "Make love to me," I begged. "Please. I want to do this. I want you Zach."
 
It was all the encouragement he needed and he pushed inside me. My body instantly seized up overtaken by the sharp pain. I gasped for air and squirmed underneath Zach, trying to hold back the uncontrollable tears.
 
"It's Ok baby, It's Ok," Zach cooed and kissed me softly, stroking my hair. “Just relax. We’ll take it slow.” And he did. He was so sweet and gentle, waiting till the pain subsided and making sure I was ready. On my OK Zach pushed all the way in, eliciting another whimper of pain from me that was barely audible over his growl of pleasure. “Jenna…Jenna…You are so fucking tight. I’m sorry I’m hurting you. You just feel soooooo good.”
 
Despite the pain I felt, his enjoyment at being inside me made me want more. Made me ready for more of Zach. “Make love to me Zach. I want you to come inside me.”
 
He looked down into my eyes. “Are you sure?” He looked so hopeful so ready. I could see how hard it was for him to hold back, struggling to take care of me. When I nodded my approval, Zach pulled out and thrust back inside me all the way, my finger nails gouging into his back. He worked me, forcing my body to accommodate everything he had to give but all the while maintaining a gentle rhythm, whispering words of love and devotion. The pain eventually gave way to pleasure, the pleasure of two bodies becoming one, two souls grabbing hold of each other in way I never even imagined. Sounds of slick skin making contact with slick skin and labored breathing filled the room as I let Zach lead me down a path I'd only dreamt of. 
 
It didn't take long before Zach's thrusts became erratic and I felt him struggle to hold back the inevitable. "Jen…Jenna…"
 
I knew that he was ready. The rumble of his voice as he said my name made it clear as day. "I want you to come inside me. Don't hold back."
 
He made one more good hard thrust, one that brought tears back to my eyes and he exploded inside me. "Fuck…Jenna…Fuck I love you…" his voice fading into groggy bliss. "I love you," he said one more time before he collapse on top of me.
 
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"Thank you Jenna," I cooed into her ear as she snuggled against me, our bodies still drenched from our love making. "Thank you. You have no idea how amazing you are, how great you feel.” I let out a little “Mmmm” as I gave her a squeeze, but soon found holding her not enough, and placed soft kisses on her forehead and down her cheek.
 
“Thank you for taking care of me,” she purred sweetly giving me access to her neck.
 
It wasn’t that I was ready to go at it again, or that I would have pushed her even if I was, but I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. I itched to touch her, to have my hands and lips on her, so I followed my body’s instincts. As my kisses fluttered down her collar bone and my fingers massaged the bare skin of her hip, she let out a precious giggle, then lifted my face to meet hers. We laid in each other’s arms kissing and touching and loving each other. There was no conversation, and nothing overtly sexual, just love and it was one of the best moments I’d had in my life.
 
Suddenly everything in my life from the Olympics to my former relationship meant nothing, as I realized my whole world was tied up in the woman in my arms. It wasn’t the sex exactly, it was the gift. It wasn’t the heat or the passion, it was the love. It wasn’t the build-up, it was the ending.
 
As we drifted off into sleep, there was no doubt that I wanted to spend every night for the rest of my life just like this. Making love to her, holding her, feeling her pressed against me, her shallow breath hitting my neck as she faded off to sleep.