Starr Fated (44 page)

“And I intend
to get to know it even better, trust me,” I grinned, as I shifted
her slightly because of my erection.

Seraphina
turned herself around so that she was kneeling facing me in the
bath.

“But what
about you? It hardly seems fair when you are still so…unsatisfied.”
She stared at my cock.

“I wouldn’t
complain if you wanted to help me out,” I whispered, as I took her
hand and gently placed it on my length.

“Tell me what
to do, how you’d like me to touch you,” she murmured, as she
continued to stare at my cock, seeming fascinated.

“You want a
tutorial? No problem. The head of my cock is very sensitive, and
also the underneath, so stroking both these areas is very
pleasurable for me. Then if you use your other hand to grip and
squeeze my shaft or gently massage my balls at the same time, that
makes things pretty much perfect for me,” I explained, amused but
delighted at how seriously she was watching as I demonstrated.

“Like this?”
she asked, as she experimented. Seeing her take my cock in both her
hands, and feeling her delightfully light feathery touch was
extremely arousing, especially as she was the one who’d initiated
it. And she was a very fast learner.

“Yes, just a
little faster and tighter,” I instructed as I leaned back and
closed my eyes. “Mmm, that’s it. You’ve got it, that’s perfect. And
please don't stop when I come, carry on until I’ve completely
finished.”

Naturally it
didn't take long for me to climax. I gripped the edges of the bath
as I felt myself exploding hard, as Sera obediently did exactly as
instructed, and continued with her touch until I was finally
done.

I opened my
eyes to see Seraphina watching my face, a small smile playing
around her mouth.

“Come here, my
sweet girl.”

I pulled her
up against my chest as I kissed the top of her head. “That was
very, very, good. Thank you for pleasuring me so wonderfully.”

“Was it
alright? ” she asked shyly, her voice muffled from where she’d
tucked herself up against my chest.

“It was
perfect. You have very talented hands,” I smiled. “But now I must
get you out of the bath and dry you off before you get cold.”

I went to
move, but she clung onto me.

“Just another
minute. I like it here, with you, like this,” she insisted as she
put her arms around my neck.

“I like you
here too. But the water is getting cold,” I insisted, as I stood
up, carrying her with me.

I carefully
dried her off, then myself, and carried her back to my bed. She
curled herself against my chest once more as I held her close, and
it felt perfect.

And that was
how she fell asleep that night. I listened to the relaxing sound of
Seraphina’s regular breathing, until I too fell asleep.

I
was woken
by the sound of
my phone alarm, and as I opened my eyes, for a moment I hadn't got
a clue where on earth I was, apart from the fact that I was in an
enormous, extremely comfortable bed.

“Good morning,
sleepyhead,” a deep voice rumbled next to me.

Of course. It
all came flooding back to me. I was in Liam’s bed. I turned to look
at him as he lay on his side, propped up on one elbow and smiling
down at me. He leant down to kiss me, and brushed a strand of hair
out of my eyes. I wondered how long he’d been awake and watching
me, because that felt rather weird, an invasion of my privacy
almost, I suppose because I'd never actually slept with anyone
before.

“Sleep well?”
he asked.

“Um, yes,
actually, I did sleep well, thank you,” I smiled shyly back at him.
“I must just go and take my pill, and…well… I need the
bathroom.”

“I’m not going
anywhere. I’ll be right here waiting for you,” he smiled lazily. He
rolled to lie on his back as he put his hands behind his head and
then watched me. Damn, I was naked, and there weren’t any clothes
within reach, a fact of which he was obviously very well aware.

Why was I
feeling so shy after everything we’d done last night? Because that
was last night and this was this morning I guessed. I looked at
Liam lying there, the duvet only just covering his modesty. Of
course he wasn’t the least bit shy or inhibited about being naked
in front of me. But that was because he’d been naked with so many
other woman, and it all seemed perfectly natural to him. He had a
great body to show off, so why should he feel shy? I used to think
I didn't go for big muscly kind of guys, but now I loved Liam’s
broad chest and strong arms, and there were other parts of his
anatomy that I was growing very fond of too. I’d always felt rather
intimidated by the thought of a man’s equipment, but now I found
myself thinking that Liam’s cock, as he’d told me to call it, was
kind of fascinating, much to my surprise.

But before I
let myself dwell too much on that thought, I decided I’d better
attend to my personal needs. Liam had seemed to enjoy looking at my
body last night, so why not give him a proper show now instead of
acting like a shy little girl, I told myself. I bet his previous
women hadn't acted all shy and prim for him.

Ugh
. I
had to stop doing this - picturing Liam with all these other women,
doing everything he was doing with me, all the while knowing that
they were so much better at it than I was, because their experience
matched his.

He’d even had
to give me a tutorial on how to give him a decent hand job for
crying out loud, but at least he’d appeared to enjoy it, much to my
satisfaction. I’d surprised myself by how proud that had made me
feel, as I’d watched his face when he reached his climax. I
remember Abbey telling me how she enjoyed the power of watching a
guy come apart due to her actions.

Of course
she’d been talking about oral sex, but now I began to understand
what she meant. Maybe one day I'd be brave enough to try that with
Liam too, because everyone knows how much guys love it, and I bet
all his other women…
stop it
, I told myself again. I took a
deep breath, threw back the duvet, and headed for the bathroom,
trying to look as sexy as possible and not trip over anything on
the way.

“Don't be too
long, Seraphina,” Liam called out, grinning as I turned and smiled
shyly back at him before scurrying off.

Once I was in
the bathroom, I locked the door, leant back against it and took a
deep breath. First things first – I got my pill packet from my
overnight bag, checked I'd definitely got the right day, popped the
pill out of the packet and quickly swallowed it. Job done.

As I attended
to my needs, I thought about how Liam had gone to so much trouble
to make my first time, my deflowerment as he’d called it, a
wonderful experience with the way he’d set the scene, filling the
bedroom with beautiful flowers and candles. All the things he’d
done to me last night had felt so incredible, that I’d soon lost
most of my inhibitions and had ended up virtually begging him to go
further. I’d just known instinctively that it was the right thing
to do, and there’d been no doubts, no worries, no voice in my head
screaming at me to stop.
Because he is the one.

Then the sex
had been amazing. Totally mind blowing. Better than in my dreams,
way better than I had ever imagined it could be.

Liam had been
so patient, so wonderful as he’d made love to me. By the time we’d
got to that stage, I’d been so ready that it had only hurt a
little. It had felt so right, so good as I'd felt the waves of
pleasure building and spiralling with each delicious stroke of his
powerful hardness surging into me. He was unquestionably a highly
skilled and talented lover to have given me such an intensely
powerful orgasm the first time I had sex, and I tried to push to
the back of my mind the thoughts of how he’d gained all his
impressive talents, of all those other women he’d been with to hone
his skills.

But at least
when I felt Liam releasing deep within me, I’d sensed an immense
satisfaction to know that he was experiencing his own intense
orgasm because of
me,
because of
my
body. Whatever
happened afterwards, just for that moment, Liam was totally mine.
It was me he was bonding with as I lay pinned down by his powerful
body.

Afterwards,
he’d been so sweet when he’d bathed me, refusing to have sex with
me again in case it made me too sore. Sweet was not a word I would
have thought I would ever be using to describe The Big Guy, but
that was exactly what he had shown me he could be. Sweet, gentle
and kind.

And yet I had
no doubt there was another far more wicked and dangerous side to
Liam. A jealous, possessive and controlling side. A side that would
spank me and do other unmentionably kinky things to me. A shiver of
anticipation ran through me at the thought of this. What was I
getting myself into? I had no real idea, I just knew I had no
option but to continue along this path.

Just take one
day at a time. That’s what I had told Liam we should do, and it was
advice that I should heed, because I knew I had a tendency to over
think things. So I told myself that for now I should just let
myself relax and finally enjoy getting to grips with my new found
sexuality. Just enjoy the great sex, seeing as I was undoubtedly in
the hands of a very skilled expert.

But however
much I tried to convince myself that this was a casual affair that
could end tomorrow, in my heart of hearts I knew I was in severe
danger of falling very fast and very hard for Liam. If I didn't
want to get badly hurt, I had to hold part of myself back to keep
some distance between us, in preparation for when he got bored and
moved on, as he always had, as he always would. A leopard can't
change its spots.

I stared at my
reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. Did I look
different now that I was no longer a virgin? Well, I certainly had
bed hair, no question about that, so I brushed it through and
plaited it back out of the way. I glanced at my body, still finding
the lack of hair down there very odd. But when Liam had stared at
me with such a hot look and told me I had a pretty little pussy,
it’d made me really glad I’d made the effort for him. He was so
naughty in what he said sometimes, but it was also very erotic, as
he well knew by the dirty smile on his face.

Typically,
Liam was upfront and forthright about what terms he preferred to
use for various parts of the anatomy, but I guessed he was right.
It was so much better to have it out there, rather than stuttering
and muttering in embarrassment. He was also very matter of fact
about the messy practicalities of sex, but that was a good thing,
wasn’t it?

We’d spent the
night together, but what happened now? I very much hoped we were
going to have sex again when I rejoined him in bed, but I decided
after that I should probably head back to mine, to give Liam some
space. The last thing I wanted was to come across as needy or
clingy – that was not my style at all, and I was certain he would
hate that kind of female.

So I gave
myself a final check over in the mirror, wishing my boobs were a
bit bigger, whatever Liam had said about them being fine, then took
a deep breath as I unlocked the door and headed back.

“I was about
to send out a search party, Seraphina. Are you okay?” Liam asked, a
worried frown marring his face. He held up the duvet for me to
slide under next to him.

“I’m fine,” I
curled up against his warm body, loving the way his arms
immediately snaked around my waist to pull me closer to him.

“Sure? Are you
very sore?”

“No, not at
all. Really, I’m fine,” I insisted, as I gazed at him and reached
up to gently stroke his rough stubbly cheek. His eyes looked
intensely blue this morning, and I noticed that he had very long
dark lashes, which seemed at odds with his blonde hair, but made
his eyes even more striking.

To prove my
point that I was perfectly willing, keen and able to indulge in
some more great sex with him, I softly kissed his lips, and bravely
let my hand go exploring.

“Morning
wood?” I enquired archly, having heard the boys in the student
house discussing this phenomenon. Amazing the things I’d learned
from them over the months I’d lived there.

Apparently
having a huge boner first thing in the morning made things very
difficult for guys when they woke up desperate to pee. Adam and
Toby had had a long discussion one morning about the best way to
get around this problem. It had been a fascinating and enlightening
breakfast conversation for me to listen into at the time.

“What do you
know about morning wood? I thought you were totally inexperienced
in these things,” Liam grinned at me as I gently stroked his
length, and satisfyingly felt it grow even harder. “And anyway, my
tumescence has nothing to do with morning wood, as I'm sure you can
guess.” He flexed his hips to push his erection harder into my
hand.

“Your
tumescence?” I giggled. “Have you swallowed a dictionary or
something?”

“I like to
think I can include an impressive vocabulary amongst my many
skills,” he smirked.

Then he
suddenly rolled me onto my back, swiftly pinning my hands above my
head with one of his large hands and manoeuvring himself to hover
over me. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he looked into my
eyes.

“I’d very much
like to make love to you again, but only if it won’t cause you too
much discomfort,” he whispered, as he trailed soft little kisses
from my temple down to my cheek, then on to my neck.

“I want you to
make love to me again, Liam. In fact I think I might have to go off
in a sulk if you don't. I told you, I’m absolutely fine.”

“Go off in a
sulk eh? We can't have that, can we?” he laughed. “So, do you want
to try being on top this time?”