“The royal suite in a fabulous hotel in Banff, surrounded by mountains and forest and a lake. We’re going there next weekend, and I’ll make love to you the right way. The way you deserve. Now, please, be my good girl and go back to bed. Let me handle this myself tonight.”
“Okay, but we’re talking about this again.”
I slump against the wall when she finally leaves, thankful I didn’t give in to my pleading dick and ruin all my carefully laid plans for a romantic first time.
“Morning, babe,” Elisa says, walking into our bedroom carrying a tray. I’d only just woken up and reached out for her, frowning when my hand touched cool sheets. She was still awake when I finished fucking my hand repeatedly in the shower last night, and she’d opened her arms for me offering silent comfort. Finally exhausted, I’d curled up against her slim body and instantly passed out. I fully expected her to still be sleeping when I woke.
“What time is it?” I ask over a yawn, pulling myself up against the headboard.
“Late.” She places the tray table over my lap, and the scent of creamy scrambled eggs, crispy smoked bacon, and buttery toast tickles my nostrils and tempts my taste buds.
“This smells delicious. Thanks.” I stretch up and kiss her lips.
She slides onto the bed beside me, wearing a green silk patterned robe that ties at the middle and rests at her knee. “Are you okay now?” she asks as I take a drink of freshly squeezed orange juice.
“Yes. I’m sorry if I scared you last night.”
“You didn’t.”
I raise one brow as I shovel bacon and eggs into my mouth, moaning as the delicious taste explodes in my mouth.
“I know who you are, Caleb, and I know what you do. The blood and violence don’t scare me. I’ve grown up surrounded by it even if my parents shielded me from a lot. What scares me is not being able to be there for you. I understand why you didn’t want to fuck me last night, but I need you to understand I’m not some precious princess. I can handle rough sex.”
“Angel.” I sweep my fingers across her cheek. “I love you for accepting me, faults and all, but you don’t yet know what you like or don’t like, and I refuse to pressure you. We’ll take things a step at a time, and after you’ve experienced sex, if you want to try it hard and rough, we can, but I never want you to feel like you have to be a certain way to be with me.”
“I know you have needs, Caleb,” she says as I shove more food in my mouth. “I know you are used to sex a certain way and I just want you to know that I can be who you need me to be in the bedroom.”
“Lil, I just need you to beyou. The rest will take care of itself.” I don’t know how to say I don’t want her to be like the other women I’ve been with without hurting her, but I’ve got to try because she’s getting hung up on things that really don’t matter to me, and I don’t want her stressing out. “I don’t want things to be the way they have always been because this is different.” I cup her face. “Everything we have done so far is different and infinitely better because I love you and I’m so hot for you. I’venever had that level of intimacy with anyone else before, and I’m loving it.”
I lean in and kiss her tempting lips. “I’ve been happy to wait to have sex because the anticipation is exciting for me. I know when we make love for the first time it’s going to change me. It’s going to undo everything I thought I knew about myself, and I want to prolong that feeling.” I rub her lower lip. “Please don’t compare yourself to others or think that you are somehow failing me because you are not.”
“I love that you’re so considerate of my needs and so gentle with me, but I’m not breakable, and I want to explore everything with you, Caleb. Just promise you won’t treat me with kid gloves. Let me decide what I like and what I can handle, and I’ll only know if we try everything.”
“Okay. Just don’t push me or tempt me to do something until you are ready. I couldn’t forgive myself if I hurt you in the name of my pleasure.”
“You wouldn’t do that. You couldn’t.” She places the fork back in my hand. “Eat. You must be starving.”
“I am.” I take a large bite out of my toast.
“I just want to say one more thing, and then we’ll table this discussion.”
I continue eating and slurping my coffee as I watch her work her way up to saying whatever is on her mind.
“I’m not opposed to going to Club H with you.”
I almost spit coffee all over the comforter. “What?” I splutter, sure I must be hearing things. There is no way my pure innocent Lili wants me to take her to a sex club. My ears must be playing tricks on me.
“I’m not a prude. I’m just inexperienced, and I want to experience everything with you.”
I shake my head. “I’m not taking you there. I won’t share you, and your naked body is for my eyes only.”
She rolls her eyes. “Do you realize how sexist and hypocritical you sound right now?”
“Don’t care,” I say before shoving the last of the bacon in my mouth and chewing. “Unless you want me to slaughter every fucker in the place for even breathing the same air as you, we’re not ever stepping foot in Club H.” I canceled my membership months ago, and I have zero interest in taking my woman there. Unless she’s curious and she wants to look, and then we can fuck in one of the private rooms. I’d be down for that, but all this talk of sex clubs is premature until we’ve had sex and she learns what she likes.
I can’t wait to teach her.
“Those are famous last words, Caleb,” she says, waggling her brows and swaying her ass in my face as she slides off the bed and saunters into the bathroom.
