thevirginchronicles (9 page)

"When will we get there?" Ditto. These months have felt like eons.

"But I probably didn't bring what I needed to wear." Shoot, if they were going to beach she was screwed. Nah, she lived twenty minutes from a beach, they had be headed somewhere else.

"When do we come back?" I've gotta go to work on Monday, and you do too, was the thought that crossed her mind.

"Jennifer, you haven't given me a chance to answer you. First, we're going to the mountains for the weekend. Second, maybe a couple hours as we are flying. The clothes you brought are fine, I bought you the necessary things for the snow, although you may not need any of them. And last, we should be back Sunday night. You can go home on Monday morning. Do you have any other questions?"

"No."

"Good, we should be at the airport in twenty minutes, open the glove box and pull the envelope out please." Jennifer did as he asked, and pulled the large yellow-brown sealed envelope out.

"That’s for you, open it up." Jennifer looked at him, but his face didn't give her any clues as to what lay inside.

When she opened the sealed packet, she saw his medical records from the last three years. All showed him clean and disease free. Jennifer smiled, he really was a mind reader. Riordan acknowledged her smile with a matching grin.

"When I saw that it was time, that you were ready to be with me this way I went and had myself tested again."

"You're not the only one who went to the doctor." Riordan merely smiled and nodded he knew that already.

"How did you know?" What the heck? And here she thought she was keeping a secret.

"I saw and felt the patch on you hip last week."

"Oh." Jennifer once again felt like a dummy. The patch wasn't to be missed, especially by a man with hands as thorough as Riordan's. These last weeks, he touched every part of her in all ways either of them could imagine, and he knew what would make her scream for mercy. If he didn't feel it when he aroused her, then certainly when they would lay down to sleep, as his hands roved over her skin soothing her to full slumber. Riordan wanted no clothes between them at night, only let her wear panties to bed and bare breasted with even those. Many a morning she awoke to him sucking her bared nipples, rubbing morning wood against her thinly covered sex, working her toward orgasm before she rose.

"Why didn't you ask me about it?"

"I knew if I acknowledged the patch, I would look for a reason to test whether it was working or not."

"Oh." The implication hit her, and all conversation stopped in the large SUV.

The only reason Riordan would allow panties to cover her was to give himself a barrier to remind him to stop if they got too close to full consummation in the middle of the night. But he had self-control in spades, and he never seemed close to breaking. Unlike Jen, who would have given him the business weeks ago, Riordan wanted to wait for the right moment. She respected him for the desire to make their first time together special, but she was left wanting too much to like him for it.

The couple arrived at the Raleigh terminal airport shortly after departing, and the flight was first class on a small jet first headed to Charlotte, then Asheville. True to his word they arrived three hours later. It was now ten p.m. and they drove the twenty minutes to the cabin that Riordan rented for their weekend of love. Jennifer was stunned at the amount of work that he put into their weekend getaway. The house was beautiful, a trumped up log cabin high up on the side of the immense snowcapped mountain.

Riordan pulled a key from the potted plant beside the door and opened the large wooden door. He picked Jen up and carried her inside, kicked the door closed with his foot. Looking around as Riordan carried her through the house, it was way more space than they could use together and could have slept at least eight with comfort. When she got to the master suite, it was fully established for romance. The bedroom was filled with unlit candles, bed swaddled in mosquito net. There was a platter bed side with a bottle of chilled champagne and two glasses.

Riordan walked to the bedroom door. "I'm going to grab our bags, and heat the meal that the housekeeper left for us."

"Okay, I would like a shower, so take your time." Jennifer was fine with the nominal delay, as is she was nervous, really petrified. Her friends were all very forthcoming on what to expect, and gave her some ideas to try this weekend. Shoot, Tresha was more excited than Jennifer and begged her to call afterwards. Jennifer’s mind replayed the conversation she had with Treesh as she drove to meet Riordan at his house.

"It doesn't matter what time you get done, call me or text. I have to know how wonderful it was."

"The first time usually isn't that great for the woman Treesh."

"I bet you won't be saying that when your hunky boyfriend gets done with you."

"You act like it’s you getting ready to lose the cherry here."

"Girl I would trade with you in a heartbeat. Since I can't, may as well live vicariously through you."

"Looky here, you can't have him, Riordan is mine."

"You think I didn't know that already?" Tresha laughed, then continued her thought. “He doesn’t see anything but you boo. Even when we went bowling the other weekend. Remember? That raggedy bottle blonde girl thought for sure he would look in her direction, but he didn't even notice she was there. She sure was pissy when he turned her down flat, even with half her boobs in his face."

Jennifer giggled, turning into full blown laughter at the reminder of the get together at the Carolina Lanes Bowling Alley. She couldn't bowl worth a damn, but her friends all ganged up on her and Riordan snuggling one Saturday afternoon on her floor next to a discarded and mostly ignored chess board, claimed it was time for an intervention. The ladies forced her and Riordan into the real world for an evening of drunken American fun. He took the change of plans gamely and merely shrugged on shoes and socks. Jennifer on the other hand was much harder to convince. It took Riordan just a moment in private to show her of the merits of an evening out with her friends.

She could smell the food being heated up, and left the shower. She had gone over everything last night keep the shave job Riordan had given her fresh and just used the shower to hit up any new growth. But everything was still smooth so she toweled off and smeared on a lightly scented oil to make her skin sexy and soft. The special gowns she brought were packed in the second suitcase and she peered out of the door to find the bags waiting for her on the bed. Quickly she donned her favorite of the three she brought. It was a black silk chemise, white lace trim, a pair of matching tiny lace panties peeked from the bottom hem. Her hair was freshly washed and blown out yesterday, so she let the soft length fall as it wished.

She had just slipped on the matching robe when Riordan came in with a tray. There was a single cover on top, which he whipped off with a flourish. The meal below consisted of a large steak and potatoes and some type of peas.

"Are you hungry, Jennifer?" The question had too many meanings for her to decipher, so she nodded once. She was hungry for everything, and didn't know what to do, or how to start.

Her nerves made her voice shaky and she didn't want to let him know the truth or he may decide to put her off again. He took the chair next to the bed and sat before he tugged her onto his lap for their shared meal. He gave her one bite, then another, fed her until she rejected any more food. Then he ate a bit here and there with one arm still clasped around her.

When he was done, he said," Jennifer, I'm going to take a shower. Just give me a few minutes alright?" Her face must have shown how perturbed she felt, as he kissed her to take the scowl from her lips.

"We aren't going to rush this, it only happens once. I promise I will make it worth your wait."

Jennifer responded with another shake of her head. By the time Riordan came back, Jen was finished messaging Tresha to let them know where she was. Tresha’s last message was squealed in all caps and exclamation points via instant messenger when Riordan walked out. He wasn’t wearing glasses, and she knew he put in the hated contacts as each movement he made was sure and confident. The expanse of his skin was damp and naked save a towel around the waist, his body lithe and well formed. His hair was wet and the mass curled around his ears playfully. When he saw what she was doing, Riordan smiled at her.

"There you go, texting. I bet you send at least two thousand a month."

"You'd be right. Half of them are to you, so I know you text at least a thousand yourself."

"Sounds about right. But as I only text you, those belong to you too."

"You know I am never going to understand that. You work with computers. How are you not going to be king of text messages?"

"No need to be, everyone knows if I want to talk to them I'll email."

Jennifer chuckled, poor recluse, missing out on the joy of instant communication in the information age.

Riordan: Tell Me

 
He was harder than cast iron, and he wanted nothing more than to share it with her right this minute. However, he was determined to take his time, let her grow accustomed to him. His hands on her, the way they would feel as they roamed her body. He has gentled her this last month carefully cultivated her desire so this moment with him would feel welcome and truly desired. Riordan wanted her when he saw her, but she wasn’t ready to throw her treasure away on a man she just met. And he could respect that, just as he respected her. Even when he made her scream his name night after night, he waited patiently. That way when they were together the first time it would feel as if he had touched her a million times before, and he had by this point. She was too important to hurt in anyway and he would damn sure spare her any embarrassment, any uncertainty. About him or them.

Riordan walked across the room, turning on the gas fueled fire place first. Next, he lit a small taper candle with a match. The taper he walked around the room and lit the large pillar candles one by one. He didn't seem in any hurry to finish and he took his sweet time. When the last luminary was lit, he blew the taper out and flipped the lights off. The room was now dim, sepia and shadows amid the candles and firelight. Jen watched him walk back to bed and his heart lodged in her throat. The towel was laid on the unoccupied chair and he parted the net surrounding her.

"No music? Seems like you thought of everything else." Jennifer apparently couldn't stop her wisecracks even now.

"Not this time. I want to hear you sing my name tonight." He watched her shudder at the thought of what was to happen.

When he climbed on the bed, Jennifer pounced on him and he knew that weeks of heavy foreplay took their toll on her restraint. Her arms were clutched at his nape and she propped on her knees to kiss him. He let the mesh of their mouths take their breath away and untied the large bow sash at her waist then parted her robe. Moments later, his hands were fisted in her hair and he let his lips loose on hers, unleashed the full extent of his hunger on her mouth. The kiss was more intense than any before it. Maybe that was due to the expectations for the end of the lip lock. It wasn't the means to an end, but the beginning of the end instead.

The robe was discarded across the expanse of blankets, as Riordan flung it away with one hand, and clutched her closer with the other. When his mouth left hers, they panted and Jennifer bit her lip, ready for more. He pressed her back to the bed, and let his hands speak in the moment. At first he scrolled smoothly over her skin, as if he traced her silhouette from her face to toes.

His mouth was on her next, worked his way back up the skin just he caressed with fingertips. The toes were each given a kiss, barely tasted with his tongue before he moved on. Riordan imagined his lips roaming her flesh were made of lightning that struck Jennifer in bursts of radiating pleasure and released as her moans into the air. Her knees were knocking, and she worried a bruise on her lower lip. The easy caresses over her skin made her overly sensitive to every touch and each he designed to thrust her near the point of breaking down.

Riordan pulled her sodden lace panties off first, exposing her mound to the flicker of candlelight. Jennifer watched him lick his lips as if she knew how starved he was for the taste of her. He was unable to deny the urge and kissed his way from her wobbly knees up to the wet sex at the apex of thick thighs. Pulling her legs wider apart, he wedged one arm beneath her. The other he used to spread her damp folds apart, to reveal the glistening pearl hidden within the puffy oyster of her flesh.