Chapter 30

Stevie McGabe

Darryl’s fingers glide over my tattoo. “You got Sally,” he says in a quiet voice.

I try not to squirm under his close inspection, more than aware that his face is not too far from my crotch, which is now only covered by a scrap of lace. “Why do you sound surprised?”

“Well, firstly, I never thought you’d mar your flawless skin with ink like I did, but I guess I also figured you’d have moved on from your obsession.” He glances up at me with the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

I swallow hard before I speak. “When you left me…when I thought you hated me…I felt so broken. I was broken. Then I looked at Sally,” I nod my head at the doll he’d given me all those years ago.

“And I remembered that no matter what, I could put myself back together. So, I got her put there as a permanent reminder.”

Darryl sucks in a breath, then presses a soft kiss over the tattoo. His eyes flick back up to my face as he moves and presses another kiss closer to the top of my underwear.

Then on top of my underwear, creeping closer to the throbbing apex of my thighs. His hot breath makes me tingle all over as his lips slowly descend to the place I was aching for him to touch.

“Darryl…” I’m not sure if I’m telling him or asking him, but he seems to get the message and inches down my panties, my skin puckering into goosebumps as I’m left exposed to him.

He moves back to drop them onto the floor with the rest of our clothes, pushing his own underwear off, and I rid myself of my bra.

We both pause, our eyes taking in each other’s nakedness, and the air in the room feels like it gets heavier.

Darryl lowers himself back down on top of me, keeping most of his weight on his forearms, and I can feel his hard length nestling against my thigh. We start kissing again, the soft rub of his skin against mine more of a turn on than I ever imagined.

His hands wander over my body, setting me alight wherever he touches me.

Our bodies start to move together, his shaft notching itself between my legs and stroking the raw bundle of nerves there. I am wet, so wet for him. “Do you…have something?” I manage to pant out between kisses.

“Yeah, uh, one sec,” Darryl leans down and grabs his jeans, pulling out his battered wallet and extracting a foil packet. “My dad insisted on me carrying one around for the last few years. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I wasn’t having sex.”

I watch as he rips the corner off with his teeth and rolls the rubber down his erection and repositions himself back between my legs.

I bite my bottom lip. Are we really doing this? Am I really going to live the dream of losing my virginity with my best friend, the only boy I’d ever been in love with?

He grips the base of himself and runs it up and down my slit a couple of times before I feel him push inside a little. I tense up and he pauses, his arms shaking a little.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, pulling him back down to kiss him again. After a moment, he relaxes and moves slowly in and out, working deeper into me each time. There’s a slight pinch which makes me gasp, and then he’s fully seated inside me.

He holds still, letting me get used to him, peppering my face with kisses until I wriggle my hips a little to get him to move again.

Slowly, steadily, he flexes his own hips, driving into me, edging us both towards the finish line. I grasp the back of his neck, holding on as he speeds up, soft grunts being forced from his lungs with each thrust.

He plunges in once more, holding himself inside me while I feel him pulsing his completion.

He drops his forehead to my chest, and I can’t help the wide grin which breaks out on my face as he catches his breath. I can’t believe we finally did it!

***

Warm sunlight kisses my skin and I become slowly aware of the hot, hard man pressed up behind me. Immediately my body starts to tingle with the memories of what we’d done last night, and a grin bursts free on my face.

“I can hear you thinking from back here,” Darryl’s deep voice is even raspier with sleep.

I roll over in his embrace and he cracks one lid open slightly, his emerald-green eye glinting with amusement. “You always were a loud thinker.” I pretend to pout in annoyance, and he presses his lips to mine, sending a whole new lot of chills down my spine.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmurs as he pulls back, tucking a wisp of hair behind my ear.

“Morning,” I whisper back. Darryl pulls me closer again, and I feel between my thighs growing slicker with wet heat as his hardness presses up against me and his tongue invades my mouth.

Fleeting thoughts of morning breath pass through my mind as my skin grows hotter and my moans grow louder.

A loud growl from Darryl’s stomach makes us spring apart in shock, and I can’t help the giggle which erupts from mine. He gives me a sexy smirk.

“Rain check until I’ve refueled?”

“Sure.” I stay wrapped in my comforter as I watch him roll out of my bed and start pulling on his clothes. Watching him dress is almost as sexy as watching him strip.

Hand in hand, we make our way down to the kitchen, grinning manically at each other, until Darryl comes up short and I bump my nose against his broad shoulder.

Sitting in the breakfast nook, are all four of our parents, coffees in hand.

“Good morning, kids!”