Smelling the freshly brewed coffee had my eyes popping open—time to get up and get going. I didn’t want to be late and miss work. I rolled out of bed. Wait a minute; this isn’t my bedroom. Where am I? I was initially nervous; then, it rushed back into my head. I was at Dwayne’s house so he could babysit me while I recovered from my auto accident. Well, at least I remembered I worked. I'm not sure where or what, but it was an improvement. I grabbed the sweatpants from the end of the bed and dressed. Walking out to the kitchen for some brew made me feel normal, as if it were an everyday occurrence.

  Seeing the handsome detective standing shirtless with his back to me was better than any coffee. Um, it was a damn fine way to wake up in the morning. Not one sip of caffeine had this effect on my body. It was humming. The more I browsed the firm muscles of his back as he moved, adding sugar and cream to his cup, the more my mouth salivated. I wanted to sip him badly. To run my lips and tongue all over. To reach out and touch my fingertips to those ridges and feel him flex under my ministrations. To hear him moan my name. To ask for more. My panties- oops, no panties- his sweatpants were becoming damp, which increased my libido thinking about being in his pants. Twice? I assumed my face showed my desire, and Dwayne took that opportune moment to turn around.

  “My God, you are beautiful in the morning,” he whispered.

  I don’t think he meant to say that out loud. But his eyes were saying it anyhow. He browsed from my face to my chest, which was without a bra, and as a D-cup, they were sticking out there even in his oversized white shirt. His eyes made them stand up and take notice as I felt my nipples harden and point out of the shirt like twin peaks on mountains. I was not overwhelmed by his perusal but emboldened to do the same.

  I gazed from his face to his chest, which puffed up with pride. It was firmly muscular and had a light dusting of blonde hair. Looking at the sculpture in front of me was like gazing at the statue of David. Pure desire hit me hard. Seeing the puckered area of a gunshot on the perfection took my breath away. To know that he could have been buried in the ground and not be standing here in front of me, I was frightened all of a sudden. I moved quickly to him and laid my hand over his scar. I had to know. “What happened?” I asked as my desire to kiss it moved my mouth towards it of its own volition.

  When my lips touched his scar, he moaned at the same time I did. The electric zap of energy transferred between us. It was the same as being linked to someone, not knowing where you end and he begins. Two hearts that beat at the same tempo and rhythm. My eyes went up as I licked the puckered area to see his eyes on me, staring into my soul. Just as lost as I was. I wanted to kiss his lips, but I couldn’t stop kissing and tasting his chest. It was heavenly. My – his sweatpants were now wet with desire. The massive tent in his pants told me of his affliction. He didn’t move but let me do whatever I wanted. But I could feel the tension in him on my tongue and under my hands. It was the most erotic feeling I ever had, okay, truth be told, the only one I’ve ever had. I wasn’t sure what to do; being a virgin with two kisses under my belt left me unsure. How did I know that I was a Virgin?

  Yes, I remember; I am still a virgin at twenty-nine, and I don’t feel bad about it. I wasn’t ready at eighteen with my biker boyfriend. I was shy and timid back then. Still grieving for my granny. I guess in my gut, I knew he wasn’t right for me, but I liked the thrill of riding behind him on his bike. I wasn’t attracted to him physically enough to do the deed, which is probably why we only kissed twice. And after the fiasco of the tat, I hated him. Then I hid in my shell, ashamed and humiliated. I hid so well that I became invisible.

  Dwayne saw the question in my eyes and understood. He bent his head down and waited for my lips to tangle with his. I reached my hands around his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Do you remember?” he silkily whispered in my ear.

  His breath made me shiver. “Remember what?”

  “Our first kiss, you leaped on me just like now.”

  “No, I can’t say I do, but it felt right.”

  “Yes, it does, baby. You feel so good in my arms.” As his mouth found mine and sucked me into the most passionate kiss. His lips brutalized mine into opening, sweeping his tongue across mine, igniting emotions I did not know existed. The fervor of his tongue swirling with mine had me gyrating on him. I couldn’t get close enough. I needed him to quench this thirst and blow my mind.

  He released his hold on my ass and let my legs fall, gently setting me back to earth. Then he took his loving lips away and broke the spell. “Why? Why did you stop?” I mewled. Did I do something wrong? Am I not experienced enough for him? Was I to forward, and he’s repulsed by me?

  “Baby, the doctor said you have to take it easy. We can’t have any strenuous activities,” he mumbled, trying to let me down easily as he kissed the side of my head.

  “I don’t understand; we were only kissing,” I sighed. I felt bereft that his mouth was gone and the connection between us was lost.

  “Yes, but it was becoming intense, and I can’t start something and not finish it. It was close to the point of no return,” he uttered, painfully aware of the loss. “Would you like some eggs for breakfast?”

  “Are you changing the subject?”

  “Yes, I am losing control and must focus on something other than you. Or I might kiss you again, and I won’t be able to stop,” he said as a heartfelt warning that he was highly affected by her closeness.

  “Um, okay. I don’t know what to say to that. It’s not like me to have no comeback and be mute. I think.”

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  “I guess I had just as big an impact on you.”

  Watching each other for a sign of what to do next left them speechless. It was a contest of wills not to break the connection between them. But Dwayne lost. He stepped forward, grabbed her up in his arms, and kissed her with a passion he didn’t know he possessed. He wasn’t sure why he was so enamored of Rochelle, but he just had to have her. Their chemistry was more potent than his will or the doctor's advice. Believing if he went slow, it would alleviate any problems that might creep up with her concussion. But what if he hurt her and her memory didn’t return? He couldn’t forgive himself for rushing things between them because of their irresistible passion.

  I was lost in his arms and the heat of the kiss. I felt like it was where I belonged, coming home in his embrace. I never wanted to stop the lip lock. It lit a fire in my marrow that had me wiggling and humping his muscular form. I wanted him inside me – like now. “Please don’t stop; take me to your room, or here on the counter works for me too,” I mewled, soaking my – his sweatpants with want and need.

  I hadn’t craved having sex or felt the crushing weight of a man on top of me before. Then again, I had never been overpowered with intense emotions before. Never felt so desired before. The earth would swallow me whole if he didn’t fill me. I was going to drown in want, a devastating loss if he stopped again. I screamed my need to him, “Please, Dwayne, take me, make me yours now.”

  He was a man of action as he tore his loose lounge pants down to his knees while holding me up by my ass. He let my legs slide down with me holding onto his neck, legs dangling free, and pulled the sweatpants off in one yank, leaving me bare-assed. His hands lifted me to wrap my legs around his waist.

  He groaned,” I’m clean. Are you on any birth control?”

  “Yes,” I cried, “Get inside of me before I burst.” I had no earthly idea about birth control, but there was no way I was stopping these proceedings for any reason.

  “One last chance to say no, Rochelle. Before I impale you and ride you to the moon.”

  “Claim me, now!”

  Dwayne was not gentle in his hurry but highly accurate in his plunge. It was an uphill battle; she was tight, and he was enormous. But he hoisted her onto the countertop and spread her legs further apart to ram into her sopping pussy again, this time hitting her center. He felt her muscles spasm with the force and berated himself for not being gentle. She had already been hurt; he didn’t desire to damage her more.

  “I’m sorry. I should have been gentler with you,” he apologized.

  “Don’t. Just move it faster, harder,” I screamed.

  I could feel the pressure building and wondering what it was going to feel like to cum from being pounded by a huge cock. Her toys were not that big, and this being the first cock inside her, was filling her wet pussy. She felt so full and complete. How did I not know my first time with a man inside me could feel this complete? The feel of his stiff shaft covered in soft skin hitting her innermost being was indescribable; there were no words for the wonder of it. He adjusted her ass, tilting it up, letting his balls smack her ass as his cock bumped along the roof of her stimulating even more pressure. I am going to explode from overstimulation. I wish I knew what would happen; the pressure keeps building, and I am unsure what to do but hold on and enjoy the ride.

  “I can’t hold on much longer, Rochelle. I need you to cum all over my big cock, baby. I want to feel your juices dripping all over me. Baby, cum. Cum on me now,” he groaned, holding back, feeling her tightening on his shaft. He felt her spilling as she tightened her legs to his sides in a vise. Her head rolled back as she screamed. He let go and came in ropes of cum so intense he had to hold onto the side of the counter as he spilled like never before. The awe-inspiring coupling had them both panting and hearts beating in overtime.

  Taking several minutes to calm his voice, he said, “Baby, that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “Aw, no. It was delicious for my first time. My toys are not as big as your cock, but God, I have never orgasmed like that with them. It was amazing. Thank you,” she moaned an ummm. Living in the moment of bliss, not wanting the sensations to leave her body.

  “You what?” he practically yelled at her.

  “What, what?”

  “You have never had a man before. Is that what you were saying, or did I misunderstand you?” he asked, praying that he had misunderstood what she said.

  “No, that was my first time. Why? What’s the big deal?”

  “Are you kidding me? Your first time was on a countertop. With someone you hardly know? How old are you, Rochelle?”

  “I’m twenty-nine, and what difference does that make, my age or where? It was great, which makes it special to me.” I said as the harshness of his tone took me aback.

  “Let me get this straight. You waited twenty-nine years, and then you had sex with a stranger? Why?”

  “I’m an invisible nobody. No one has seen me before,” I whined sadly. Thinking he was sorry for having fucked me.

  I tried to hop off the countertop, but he held me still. My face turned red in embarrassment, thinking he wanted to humiliate me just like the kids on the playground so long ago. The same feelings of inadequacy came flooding back into me. My memories of Meagan fending off the boys for me in grade school bounced into my head. My last boyfriend and the humiliation as a failed biker chick, my loss of employment, my illegal job as a porch pirate, my reason for being near Detective Dwayne Dawson. OH MY GOD, what have I just done? I have lost my virginity to the enemy. The crushing blow to my head had me dropping in a dead faint.