Chapter Eleven
Walter was stunned by her bold move. Was she initiating what he thought she
was initiating? He wasn't allowed to dwell on that question as she ran her
tongue over the seam of his lips, causing them to open enough for the tip
of it to slide between them. The kiss deepened as she slipped her arms behind
his neck as she lowered herself back onto the mattress, pulling him down
on top of her.
"Paige, wait," he gasped, lifting his head. He could feel her soft body pressed
against his, knowing she had to feel what was happening to him. "What. .
.? Why. . .? I mean, aren't you still mad at me for. . .?
She placed a finger on his lips. "Walter, I was never mad at you. Frustrated,
yes. Confused, yes. But not mad." She kissed him again, grinding her hips
against his.
Oh, God, she did want to. . . He had to tell her. It wouldn't be fair not
to let her know. . .
Rolling away, he sat up, then stared at the floor. "I need to tell you something
before, I mean, if we. . .we. . ." He took a deep breath. "Remember when
you asked if I'd ever had a romantic, uh, three day weekend?"
She nodded, a puzzled expression on her face. "You said she left after one
day?"
"Yes. We were, uh, going to. . . going to. . ."
"Sleep together?" she prompted.
"Yes, sleep together." He gulped nervously, never imagining this would be
so difficult to share even though it happened nearly four years earlier.
"And she touched my. . .my, uh. . .through my trousers, not. . . And I froze.
She laughed, asked if I-I was a virgin. When I said yes, she laughed at me
again. She wanted to know what was wrong with me, that I must be some kind
of fr-freak, a loser, a. . ." His words trailed off as they got stuck in
his throat.
"Well, anyway, she left," he continued once he could speak again. "I was
stuck at this romantic bed and breakfast I could barely afford in the first
place. I had just started Scorpion, but she insisted. . ." He lifted his
head to stare at her. "I-I'm still a. . ." He paused to exhale. "A virgin.
I'm a 32-year old virgin." Averting his gaze, he felt himself grow hot with
shame.
Paige had never considered herself a violent person. In fact, she prided
herself in being the exact opposite. But at that moment, she would have cheerfully
pulled out every strand of hair out of the head of the nameless, faceless
bitch who had caused the pain and humiliation she saw in Walter's eyes.
She bit her lip as she fought back tears. He thought she was going to reject
him, laugh at him, call him cruel names. She had suspected it, of course.
He was so awkward around women, so clueless about the signals they threw
his way. The fact he let her get so close made her feel special. And she
had seen in his eyes, his smile, and had felt in his kisses, the words he
couldn't say.
"It's okay if you don't want. . ." he began, interrupting her train of thought.
"Walter."
"What?"
She reached out and took his face into her hands, so they could see eye to
eye. "You are not a freak. You are not a loser. There is nothing wrong with
you. You should be proud, not ashamed." Paige smiled shyly before she added,
"It would be an honor to be your first lover."
The expression on his face was priceless, a mixture of surprise, happiness,
fear, lust. She waited as he tried to sort out all the competing emotions.
"Are you sure?" he finally asked.
"Yes."
"You're not. . . You're not just feeling sorry for me?"
"No. This isn't pity." Her face grew warm. "I've wanted you for a long time."
Walter looked at her, kneeling across from him on the mattress. He wanted
her so much. But this wasn't just about him. He had to make this good for
her, too. And for the first time in his life, he was scared being a genius
wasn't going to help him.
She reached out with her hands, taking his in hers. They felt warm, and soft,
and strong.
"Walter, it's okay to be nervous," she said. "I am, too. It's been over eight
years since I've been with anyone. I trust you. And. . ." Her eyes darted
away for a second and the shy smile returned to her face. "And I'm sure I'll
like whatever you want to do. I'll let you know if I don't. Okay?"
"Okay." Her words reassured him yet he was still worried. "I just want. .
.want to. . ."
"I know." She squeezed his hands. "Everything will be all right. I promise."
She then ran her hands up the length of his arms, where they came to rest
on his shoulders. He replicated her gesture, but his hands did not remain
motionless. They slid down her back until they rested on the small of her
back. He saw in her eyes she, too, was thinking of the night they had danced.
Up to that point, it had been the most erotic experience of his life.
He urged her hips forward until they were as close as they had been while
dancing. The tip of her tongue darted from between her lips, licking first
the top then the bottom. He gently touched his mouth to hers, then he was
tasting her, feeling her heat, felt himself spiraling out of control.
His brain wanted to go slow, to savor every new sensation, to do all the
things which had consumed his dreams since the day he had met her. His body,
however, wanted to go faster, grab whatever pleasure it could get before
it was too late. This could be their only chance.
And his heart; the organ he had never listened to before now; his heart whispered
to not be afraid, to just love her and everything would be all right.
Kissing her again, they tumbled onto the mattress where he ended up mostly
on top of her. She laughed, which he hoped meant he hadn't hurt her. Her
hands reached for the buttons of his shirt. Following her lead, he lifted
the silky fabric of her blouse until his palms cupped the swell of her breasts,
causing her nipples harden through the lace of her bra.
She pushed his button-down off his shoulders, then reached for the bottom
of the t-shirt he wore underneath, blocking his view when she pulled it up
over his face. The rest of their clothing was removed in an almost indecent
haste.
It literally took his breath away as bare skin finally met bare skin. It
was almost too much to process. She must have sensed his distress as she
put a bit of distance between them.
"Remember when I said I would tell you if I didn't like something?" He nodded.
"You have to tell me if I do the same, Walter. Promise?"
"I'm okay. It was. . . I. . ." He pressed his body against hers. She was
so soft and warm, and beautiful. Brushing her hair away from her face, he
placed his lips on a spot below her ear, where he could feel her pulse beating
wildly. He kissed his way down her slender neck, to her shoulder, to her
breasts.
They were even more beautiful than he had imagined. He gazed upon them until
she shivered beneath him, then the desire to kiss them overwhelmed him. First
the left, then the right. Again. The third time, he let the tip slid into
his mouth. He shot a glance at her face. Her eyes were closed, her neck arched,
her breathing fast and shallow. It almost appeared she was in pain, except
she also seemed to be purring.
He ran his tongue over the nub in his mouth. He moved to the other breast
and did the same. It amazed him how one tiny movement like the flick of a
tongue could cause such an enormous response.
She shifted beneath him almost impatiently, making him realize there were
other equally fascinating areas to explore. Rising up, he kissed her as his
hands traveled down to her hips. She gasped out his name as he slipped a
finger into the curls between her thighs. The heat surprised him, and even
though he was a novice, he knew she was more than ready for him. Still, he
let his fingers slide back and forth a few times, reveling in her response.
"Oh, God, Walter, please. . ." She ran her palms up his arms, grasping at
his shoulders as she bucked against his hand.
"I need you so much," he whispered into her ear. "I don't think I can wait
much longer."
"I need you, too." Paige opened her legs, and he sank into the cradle of
her thighs, settling himself at her entrance.
One thrust and there would be no going back. He would be a virgin no more.
Paige was gazing up at him, biting her lip as her eyes shimmered.
"We can stop," she murmured, no doubt guessing the reason for his hesitation.
"It's not too late."
He answered her by lowering his lips to hers as he slowly slid into her.
She was tight, and slick, and warm, and she fit around him as if she had
been made just for him. It was the most wonderful sensation he had ever experienced.
He had to take a moment to catch his breath. Then he began to move, gradually
creating a rhythm she quickly matched.
His mouth and hands were touching her everywhere they could reach. She wrapped
her legs around his hips, sending him even deeper inside her. Then Paige
arched upward, crying out his name as she shuddered, her inner walls clasping
around him. That was all it took to drive him over the edge and he shattered,
spilling inside her as he felt as if he was being turned inside out. He collapsed,
unsure if he would ever be able to move again.