The McCain Marriage Contract

It had to be something -- maybe the lingering scent of the Wide Roses linen mist I earlier sprayed on my sheets, pillowcases and curtains, or perhaps it was my previously dormant sexy alter-ego I had awoken by wearing the lingerie, or even the sight of the sex toys on my bed. Something higher than me, supernatural even, must have made me take the bold step to kiss Raymond.

And, good lord, was it totally worth it!

From time immemorial, Raymond McCain's lips tasted like heaven, and I was pleased to realize that that had only changed for the better. It tasted a lot more heavenly and I wondered how long I could stand still. Long ago when I still yearned for true love and romance, before life got real for me, I was a faithful binger of romance novels. I had a stash of them hidden away behind my textbooks on my short bookshelf. My parents were avid readers and they inculcated the reading culture in me from a very tender age, but I wasn't sure they would approve of the voracity with which I consumed romance novels. As soon as I finished one, there was a new one to read. The ones I didn't have in hard copy, the ones my little pocket money could not afford at the second-hand bookstore down the street, I downloaded from websites onto my laptop. I was thrilled by the creativity of the writers, how they maneuvred words with adroitness to create the perfect story. I marveled at how the couple always ended up together, irrespective of all the challenges that threatened their love. Most of all, I enjoyed the make out and sex scenes. I was just an adolescent but I wanted to feel like that someday. I wanted Raymond to make me feel like that.

And that was exactly what he did to me.

In lovemaking, he was completely selfless. I saw the hardness between his legs form while we were still talking, but he wasn't in a hurry to attend to his own needs. He was too busy treating mine as urgent.

His tongue mesmerized me, his warm breath teased me. All of him made me feel things I wasn't sure I should feel.

I initiated the kiss but he took over, slowly at first and then furiously. He kissed me hard, taking in all of my full lips with his. He kissed me long, like he was trying to make up for the years we spent without kissing, until I could no longer feel the skin on my lips. Then suddenly he pulled away and stepped back to look at me. His eyes seemed pleased at what he saw. He was observing me like I was some prized jewel he finally coveted, after waiting for so long. I had never felt so sexy in my entire life.

Then he moved closer and continued from where he stopped, kissing me and accepting my kisses wholeheartedly. And then his hands which were caressing my neck all this while moved lower until they got to my breast. Like I said, that lingerie was no body covering, because the second Raymond's hands arrived at my breasts, I felt every last hair on my skin stand.

Thank you, Mavis!

His lips moved next, working from one mound of breast to the other. I wanted to scream in ecstasy but I managed to stay put. My back was against the wall and even though I could not remember how I got there I was grateful for the support; my trembling legs would have given way otherwise. His lips worked on my nipples, over the black patch that covered them, and I felt them go taut. I was definitely going to lose my mind from extreme pleasure. If he could make me feel all of this when I was still sort-of clothed, how was I expected to feel when I was stark naked?

I didn't have to wonder for so long because with admirable deftness he slid the lingerie just below my breasts, and his mouth was back on them again. His tongue moved in unison with his mouth, one licking and the other kissing and sucking. I could not take it any longer. I buried my fingers in his hair and allowed the moan to escape. "Oh, yes, Raymond."

He seemed to enjoy it because he paused to look at me and gave a mischievous smile. But he wasn't done with me yet.

He knelt down and went for my toes. Were toes supposed to feel so amazing when they were sucked at? How did I not know that a common appendage such as the toe harbored such raw pleasure?

He took his time with each toe and when he was done torturing me with them, he kissed my ankle. It was another thrilling experience. Until he went a little above it and met my biggest horror.

The long, ugly scar.

I stiffened but he didn't stiffen back. Instead, I heard him whisper, "Please, let me Vee-Jay. Please."

I let him look at my scar and touch it, starting from the scar. Tears fell down my face as he did, but he didn't notice. He must have been crying too because I felt warm liquid droplets fall on my lower legs and feet. And then he resumed kissing. He kissed the entire length of my scar, slowly and tenderly, and for the first time ever, I was grateful for that accident.

The kisses progressed upwards until somehow he found himself at the intersection between my legs. If I didn't stop him now, there would be no going back. I would have sex with Raymond McCain, my archnemesis.

I didn't stop him. I wanted all of him.

With his tongue, he pushed off the tiny lace that covered his vagina, and his tongue went to work on my clit.

It felt so fucking good!

His tongue and mouth worked in perfect synergy, teasing my clit and my tiny vaginal aperture. By the time I was dripping wet, he carried me gently to the bed. I had watched my fair bit of porn so I felt I had to give him a hand job or a blowjob, but he seemed to read my mind and said in a husky voice, "Let me take care of everything, Vee-Jay."

Lying on the bed, I watched him retrieve a condom and a tube of body lubricant from his trouser pocket. If my mind wasn't already full of exotic thoughts I would have asked why he came into my room with a condom in the first place, whether he assumed I was loose enough to let a person like him fuck me. I accepted to be loose if that would give me a taste of Raymond's dick. By the time I was done thinking he was stark naked. And, goddamn it, the man had a healthy piece of meat between his legs. It was firm and the veins on it were engorged, and it was ready to work inside of me.

I swallowed hard. Even though all of this was thrilling, it was going to be my first time and I didn't know if letting Raymond's big dick deflower me was the wisest decision to make. That huge organ would surely rip me in two.

"Do you want this, Vee-Jay?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

I nodded. "Yes, I do. But I..." I couldn't bring myself to tell him I was a virgin, even though I knew he would eventually figure it out. "Be gentle with me. Please."

And he was. After applying a generous amount of lube over his protected dick, he slowly attempted to enter me. I saw his eyes shine with realization when he could not enter immediately, and when I winced in pain, but after a few more gentle thrusts he broke through.

And pain became pleasure.

Raymond was sensitive to my needs and he went very slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. I enjoyed every single thrust and every grunt of pleasure that escaped from with me. He hit all the spots inside of me like he had a compass that directed him appropriately. He seemed to understand my body, to know when I was close to climax, and somehow he timed his own climax accordingly. When I finally felt my body begin to tremble in extreme ecstasy, I felt his tremble too. With one loud final cry that heralded our orgasm, we both finished.