He takes me to the bedroom and we fall on the huge, soft bed. He props his weight on his forearms on either side of me.
I always thought my first time would be nerve-racking and maybe a little scary. But looking up at his hot gaze, fear is the last thing on my mind. There’s lust in his eyes, but I can glimpse tenderness, too. I know he’s going to make it good for me.
He unzips the side of my dress and pulls it up, and the silk rasps against my hypersensitive skin. He tosses it to the foot of the bed, and it falls over the burgundy bag on the bench. My bra and thong follow rapidly.
“Um, my heels…?”
“Leave ’em on.” He stares down at my body, his chest rising high.
I’m slightly nervous.This is really happening. It’s going to be nothing like a quick fingering at night under my sheet. I know about the mechanics of sex, but it’s awkward to accept that I have no real clue as to how to make it good for both of us. Some of the girls talk about going down on their boyfriends, but just because I’ve heard about it doesn’t mean I feel any confidence in the act.
Besides, being naked when he’s not intensifies my vulnerability. “Take off your clothes.” I try to say it with more control, but my voice comes out shaky.
Grant straightens, his burning eyes on mine. He doesn’t hurry as he slips off his shoes and gets out of his clothes. It’s like he’s putting on a private strip show just for me.
My mouth dries, my heart pounding with excitement as more and more of his gorgeous body is bared. It’s actually hard to breathe faced with the beauty of his physique. Suyen says that naked men look ridiculous. That’s definitelynotthe case with Grant. His muscles seem larger and more powerful without clothes. There isn’t an ounce of fat on his tall, broad frame. And his cock—oh my God. It’s so thick, long and stiff. Veins pulse on the shaft. The tip’s glistening, almost brushing his ridged abs.
“It’s huge,” I blurt out.
He grins wickedly. “And it’s going to feel great.”
“Are you sure?”
He leans forward, his tender eyes on mine. “I’ll make sure of it. Trust me.”
I nod. I do trust him—unconditionally.
He gifts me with a sweet smile, then rains kisses on my bare breasts without touching their pointed tips. It feels incredible, and I move my legs restlessly, wanting more. He pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucking it, flicking his tongue.
I cry out at the shocking, intense, unfamiliar pleasure, and tunnel my fingers into his hair, gripping him tight. My spine curves, creating an arch as I press against his mouth. He plays with my other breast, kneading the soft flesh and teasing the nipple. I writhe under him, lost in erotic sensation.
He caresses my sides, my belly, his deep groan letting me know how much he loves my curves. He moves his mouth down, creating a hot trail along my body.
As he gets closer to the junction between my legs, my initial nervousness returns. I feel like a rank newbie in an advanced tango class, someone who’s so ignorant she can’t even follow the lead. I waited because I wanted to share my body only with somebody who was worth it. But I’m sure he’s done ita lotbefore, and might not want a girl who fumbles around like an idiot. It’s the twenty-first century, not some medieval era when men hang bloody sheets out their balconies to brag that they got to deflower a virgin.
Maybe I should fake it.
Or maybe you should’ve womaned up and told him the truth before you got swept up in the moment, that you’re a virgin who’s never seen a cock in real life before—
“Focus.”
I blink up at Grant’s hard voice. “What?”
“You weren’t here.” He lightly rests his chin on my belly.
“Of course I’mhere,” I say with a shaky laugh, praying I’m doing a good job of hiding my nerves.
“Your mind wasn’t.” His expression’s stiff, and there’s a tenseness to his forehead and eyebrows.
Shit. I’ve ruined the moment. “I wasn’t thinking about something else. It’s just that, um…I’veneverdonethisbefore.”
A shocked silence stretches. “What?”
“You heard me.” I’m not saying it again.
“You’ve never done it before?” He straightens, lifting his head off my belly and running a hand across his jaw. “Like,never?”
“No.” My voice is tiny.
