A Week's Worth Of Love - Sunday

Days passed and she heard nothing from him. She began to doubt herself, began to think.

What would someone like him want from an inexperienced chicken like her?

In the fun date they had with their other friends, he did not act any different to her. He did not act as if she had offered her to be her sex toy for a week. Nothing seemed different.

Or was there? Or was she overthinking things.

Oh, come off it, Jaz, she reprimanded herself. It was just sex. Sex was normal. People had sex for fun everytime and there was nothing wrong with her wanting to satisfy her sexual urges just this once.

At the end of the day, Jimmy said to the other four, “I would have come with you to the house but mine is a huge mess and my mother is coming over tomorrow. See you later.”

“I think I'll go with him, ” Fola, Gabriel's younger brother, said. “Wanna come with, Jaz?”

“No, thanks.”

“Okay then.” He left jogging.

Angel, cool-as-ice impertubable Angel, nodded at them and went with Jimmy and Fola.

Jaz turned to the man beside her. “Should we go get buns?”

“No. Let's go home.”

She knew he meant his house where he lived with his brother, but it was home to her and their friends, too. Many a night had been spent there.

They held hands, like they used to, and headed home.

****

“You sure about this, Jaz?”Gabe asked. He was shirtless, perched on the edge of the bed, watching her.

She hesitated a minute before she answered, “Yes, I

am. I want to.”

I want to as well, he said in his mind. I want to so much. He wanted to hold her and breathe her in. He wanted all of the softness of her body and to take her back and beyond. He had wanted to for a long time, but he had had to be satisfied with being her friend - a big brother of some sort.

“I can still pay,” she said silently from beside him and went on, “And the kinks thing that you have— ” She kept shut when he turned his head to look at her.

As he stared at her, he knew his kinks - as she called - would not factor in whatever would happen between them. The entire week would be about her and her alone.

He smiled and got up from the bed. “Come on. Let's check out the kitchen for something to eat.”

They killed time in the kitchen, making food and snacks for when the others arrived.

By the time they were back in the bedroom, it was dark and she was a little tipsy.

Gabriel took the bottle of wine away from her reach. “That's enough for you.”

“I'm fine. Just a little more.”

“No.”

“I've had half a glass.”

“And you have a really low tolerance for this stuff.”

“I can take a little more.”

“No.”

She hesitated a minute before saying, “I - I don't really have much experience.”

“I know.”

“Like no experience at all.”

Gabe paused as he raised the glass of wine to his mouth. “You're not a virgin, are you?” He was sure he'd spoken about an ex before. Did the idiot not teach her anything?

“Well, I am not really a virgin.”

Baffled beyond words, he turned to her. “Wha - what does that mean?”

“It still -it still hurts if, um, if -” She cleared her throat. “Nevermind.”

Gabe was nodding, drink now forgotten. She was not a virgin, and sort of a virgin at the same time.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course.” She answered promptly.

Because if she didn't, this would go nowhere.

He leaned over and kissed her, slowly and long, and she could taste the wine in his mouth.

Blindly, of their own accord, her hands roamed over him, undoing the buttons from the shirt he'd casually tossed on. She wouldn't be shy. She was with someone she could have no reserves with. She would enjoy this.

He paused long enough to ask huskily, “Protection?”

“No.” If this resulted into a baby, she would take it and if he wanted to have nothing to do with it, she would be more than fine on her own. A baby was a good thing.

His fingers were skillful and deft, touching here and there, she not knowing when, but leaving their marks long enough for her to feel and shiver.

He knew they both couldn't withstand the desire any longer so he laid her on the bed and stripped them both. He did it carefully, gently.

Bringing his face to her vagina, he brought out his tongue and gave her a long lick that jolted her to the core. She held tight to the sheets.

“Oh, God,” Was this sex, or was it ambrosia from the gods?

When he was about to enter her, he paused, “Jaz? You sure? There's no going back after this.”

She had to smile. “With your raging hard-on? What if I said no?”

“Masturbate.”

She blinked. His answer was so swift and sure.“I - no. I mean, I'm sure.”

To her surprise, it was not painful when he slid into her. Rather, her vagina clamped down on his penis and he swore,

“Good God.” And there had been an idiot who hadn't known what to do with this?

In and out. Slow and gently. He kissed her face, her neck but he skirted her mouth. She held on to him and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Kiss you?” he asked, eyes drunk with desire.

“Kiss me.”

The stars exploded when their mouths met. It was the most erotic kiss she'd ever had, and she yearned more for him.

She groaned as he pulled out and slid back into her, his penis shiny, coated with her juices.

He was a generous lover, giving her pleasure before taking his. She raised her hips to meet him midstroke and her vagina squeezed around him.

His body quivered and he gave a guttural sound.

Jazmine cradled his head close to her and moaned, moving her hips up to meet his, craving more.

And he gave, taking her past the brink of ecstasy like she had never known before….