Floating (9 page)

It’s the day before her eighteenth birthday that I finally cave and make love to Ronnie for the first time. Now I know what you’re thinking, it’s illegal, she’s a minor being that it’s the day before, not after her birthday. That’s where you’re wrong. Texas has this little law called the ‘Romeo and Juliet Law.’ I can tell you, I’m fucking glad for its existence now. It’s not like you’re thinking, either. It has nothing to do with fucking each other’s brains out, then mistakenly offing yourselves like the tragic Shakespearian novel. No, this protects couples where one or the other person is seventeen, and the partner is over eighteen, and they’ve been dating, culminating eventually in a sexual relationship before the legal age.

This isn’t something I knew about before Ronnie brought it up. I would have been happy to wait, however long she wanted, to make love to her. Ronnie heard about it from her friend, Carmella, who happened to overhear her parents talking about another couple in their high school that used it when the girls’ parents found out she was fucking a twenty-year-old from the college four towns over. Now that I do know however, it doesn’t help me keep my resolve.

Straddling me in only her emerald green, lacy bra and panties, Ronnie explains what Carmella told her and begs me to make love to her. We ended up in this position, on her bed when she told me that her parents have taken Verity shopping in Dallas for college supplies. They are staying overnight with family before arriving home the next day to do the usual dual birthday celebration. That leaves us alone. For the whole day, and an even longer night. Giving in to her at this point is a forgone conclusion.

Seeing Ronnie above me, her nipples beaded into tight peaks through her bra, her wet pussy leaking against my abs, there’s no way in hell I can say no, my restraint is a thing of the fucking past.

Rolling her over so she’s beneath me, I look into her eyes expecting to see a little fear, anxiety, or trepidation. What meets me though, is a look of hunger, lust, and desire. There are no shy looks, and no second thoughts. Ronnie grabs my head and brings me to her mouth for a scorching hot kiss.

Pulling back slightly, I haul my t-shirt off and expose my skin to the first touch of hers. Sure, we’ve made out a fuck ton, some of it gets pretty hot and heavy, but we’ve never been chest to chest, only separated by the delicate lace of her bra before. Flicking the front clasp open, I practical rip the offending piece of fabric from her phenomenal tits. I want to see them, taste them, fucking worship them. Dipping my head to her nipple, I lave it with my tongue, licking it lightly before pulling it deep into my mouth.

I give the opposite side the same attention releasing it with a wet pop as Ronnie writhes beneath me, chants my name, and tugs at my hair. Fuck yes. My woman is hot for me. I continue to suck on her tits as I ask,

“You sure, Baby? We can wait. We can just do this.” I chuckle a little before going on, “Well, this and I’ll make you come so hard your eyes roll back in your head. But, I can wait, Sunshine, until you’re ready. However long that takes, I’ll wait.”

There’s part of me that hops to God she doesn’t want to wait. I don’t know how the fuck I’ll get rid of the highly uncomfortable hard-on that’s making itself known by trying to punch its way through my zipper. Tugging on my hair to gain my attention, attention that I’ve returned to her tits, Ronnie replies, “I don’t want to wait Nate, I want you to fuck me, now.”

Fucking hell. Those are the magic words. I climb off her, kick off my boots and socks, unbuckle my belt, and drop my jeans and boxers in a puddle on the floor. Ronnie’s intake of breath at the sight of me naked in front of her is enough to boost a man’s ego for life, and make my cock throb.

I didn’t have any tattoos or piercings when I left Patterson originally. Thinking on it, this is the first time I’ve been completely naked in front of her, so I should have mentioned something first. I’m silently shitting myself that she won’t like what she sees. Snapping me out of my thoughts Ronnie says, “Oh my God, Nate. You’re fucking huge, and where the hell did all of those tattoos, and that, that, that, I don’t know what that is, but where did that thing come from?” Looking down I assume she means the piercing through the head of my cock.

I got it when I turned twenty one. I was drunk out of my mind with Braydon one night, and did it on a dare. It’s a fucked up thing to do to a friend when you aren’t forewarned that your junk will be useless to you for a minimum of six weeks. Motherfucker. I gave him a good beat down after that. Not to mention, that shit fucking hurt.

The tattoos began almost as soon as I hit Dallas. The first being Ronnie’s name curved across my chest, reaching armpit to armpit. Braydon thought I was fucking ridiculous, possibly insane, getting my best friend’s name tattooed on me. Maybe I was. Didn’t mean I was changing my mind though.

Ronnie was, is, and always will be, the most important person in my life. Before any of this happened, before it was even a possibility, or a thought: me coming home, getting to be with her the way I want to. I wanted her name to take pride of place on my chest. Regardless of what other women said, and you better fucking believe they’d seen and commented on it, no one can ever take her place in my life.

The rest followed not long after. A large fire breathing dragon sits on my right bicep, reaching from my elbow up to my shoulder and shooting fire part the way down my back. My left arm is wrist to shoulder, biomechanical. It depicts the Boss 428 engine and all its moving parts woven together seamlessly.

My tattooist is a fucking genius, except for the one tattoo he did when I was again, drunk out of mind. Braydon paid him with a shit ton of cash to do it and the bastard took it. Both of those fuckers were lucky I didn’t own a gun. If I had I would’ve shot the motherfuckers dead on the spot. Just above my groin, arched the way Ronnie’s name is, in the same Old English script are the words, ‘Slide down and Ride.’ Yeah, laugh it up. In hindsight it is pretty fucking funny, at the time, not so much.

Jesus fucking Christ. When I woke up the next morning with the mother of all hangovers and a lower abdomen that felt like it had been rubbed raw by fucking gravel and sandpaper, I promptly lost my ever-loving-mind when I saw the efforts of my previous night out. Walking out into the living room of the apartment I now shared with Braydon, I punched him square in the jaw and made my way over to Jed’s, my tattooists, shop and dealt him the same punishment. Both the fuckers laughed it off, knowing there’s not a goddamned thing I could do about it now. That was nearly a year ago and I still haven’t lived it down.

Crawling back over Ronnie who’s now only clothed by that scrap of fabric moonlighting as a thong I reply, “What in particular are you talking about, Baby? The piercing in my cock that’s going to make you feel so good you’ll think you’ve gone to heaven, or the tats, Babe?”

I watch as she rhythmically swallows, the motion draws my eyes to her throat and I start to lick and nibble as I wait for her answer, “Um, well, I mean, ah. Mmmmm.”

I’m glad I get to her. Glad she’s having trouble speaking. It only proves I have just as much effect on her as she does me. That she wants this. With ME.

“Um what, Baby?” This is sweet torture, for both of us. Shifting her legs back and forth beneath me, all restless and needy, makes me swell with pride. I’m the one that gets to do this to her, the only one. If that doesn’t make me want to beat my chest like a Neanderthal then nothing will.

“Um, the piercing I kind of get. I hear it makes it more sensitive for you, and it’s good for the woman, too. I mean my name, Nate. When did you get that? Why did you get that?”

She’s looks at me with unshed tears in her stunning eyes, and so much love that it fractures my heart wide open, letting everything I feel for her come rushing in. “I got it as soon as I moved, Sunshine. I missed you like crazy. I wanted a piece of you with me. It was the first one I got, the most important one I’ve got, too.” I suck in a deep breath. It’s time I tell her how I feel about her. I need to, and she deserves to hear it. “I love you, Ronnie. I might have loved you a different way back then, but I still loved you with every piece of me. This love is different though. This isn’t about a kid needing a friend, or a girl being beautiful enough to give him that. This is about you owning me, Baby. Because you do. You own every single bit of me.”

Ronnie’s tears finally break free and make wet tracks down her face. For a second I’m absolutely terrified that she’s going to tell me she doesn’t feel the same way.

“I… I… I love you too, Nate. I’ve loved you for what feels like forever.” That’s all I need to hear; that she loves me back, and she does it in a way that I’ll never recover from.

Stripping her saturated thong down her legs, I come back up and bury my face in between her sweet thighs, getting my first look at her gorgeously bare pussy, wet, and glistening with her desire for me. Licking up the inside of her thighs, I run my nose up the crease between her thigh and the lips of her pussy, inhaling her uniquely sweet scent. Ronnie smells like cocoa butter, the lotion she uses daily, and a hint of lavender. It’s always been a smell that’s triggered thoughts of her, thoughts of home, never this intimately before, but nevertheless it’s always been a good memory.

The first swipe of my tongue up her slit has her back arching off the bed. Tasting her, sucking on her clit has me throbbing, my cock jerking against her mattress, desperate for release. My woman tastes exactly like I expected, of sunshine and sugar. Sweet and creamy on my tongue I can’t help thrusting my tongue further into her hole to gather more of her wetness. I want to savour her. I want to devour her.

Gripping my hair with both of her fists I hear, “Oh God, Nate. Don’t, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The girl is crazy if she thinks I’m going to stop, but the first time she comes it’s going to be with me inside her.

“You like that, Baby?” I know she does, so I don’t wait for her to answer. “I’m going to make it so good for you, Sunshine, I promise. I want you to come on my cock though. You can come all over my face later, yeah?”

I look up to see her blushing beet red. It’s good to know for sure that my woman blushes from the tips of her pretty nipples to the tops of her ears. “Are you going to let me make you feel good, Ronnie? Are you going to trust I can make this good for you?”

Without hesitation she says, “I trust you, Nate. I know it will hurt for a minute but, I’m ready.” What I feel in this moment is nothing short of elation. My Ronnie trusts me. More than that, she trusts me with something so precious that I’ll never be able to express how monumental her trust in me means.

Moving back up her body, trailing wet open mouth kisses over her skin, and teasing nips along the length of her flat stomach, I skim over her gorgeous round, heavy tits; finally settling my cock at her entrance, where I can feel her cream coating me, practically dripping down her thighs.

We had a conversation during one of our hot make out sessions, a few days ago, about birth control. Ronnie has been on the pill since she was fifteen to regulate her cycle, and I’ve never fucked a woman bare. That was probably one of the most embarrassing conversations for Ronnie, and awkward for me, that we’ve ever had. Even when I told Ronnie about the first girl I fucked, this was years ago now, obviously, it was less fucking uncomfortable than that discussion.

Telling the girl you love, even if she doesn’t know it yet, that essentially you were a fucking manwhore up until a couple of months ago, does not usually bode well for a guy. Ronnie just shrugged it off, shocking me with her blasé attitude, saying that everything before her doesn’t matter. As long as I’m clean, she wants to be with me, only me, no rubber interruption, and nothing between us. I couldn’t have been fucking happier.

Holding the base of my cock in my hand I stroke it up and down her slit, using her juices to lubricate me, making easier, I hope, for me to slide inside her tight little body. I really am a selfish fucker. I can’t even bring myself to finger her, to stretch her a little to accommodate my size before making love to her. I don’t want anything but my cock to have the privilege of being the first thing inside her.

Capturing her mouth again, and thrusting forward gently, I manage to work just the head of my cock into her when I throw my head back and groan at the sensation. Ronnie feels like a satin fist; wet, swollen and dripping around my cock. I’ve never felt anything as good as it feels to be inside her like this. At this point I really fucking hope I can hold off coming until I’m at least fully seated inside her perfect pussy. “Jesus fuck, Sunshine. You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to go gentle, Baby, I’ll try not to hurt you, yeah?” Panting while she looks up at me, Ronnie wraps her legs around my hips. I slide in a couple of inches further, as she clenches her inner muscles around me, causing me to grit my teeth against the torture of it. “You do that Ronnie and I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer. You’ve got to let me take this slow, Babe.”