"Okay, baby. I'm sorry. If you've heard the rumours, then you know that is all we've heard about him. We don't know anything else. But I'll trust that he's kind to you. And that’s all that matters." I grip the back of her head and pull it toward mine, forcing her to rest her forehead on mine.
She's so close, I can feel the heat of her breath on my face. She smells like vanilla, and I breathe her in, her scent and her warmth calming me. She pulls her head back a little, her eyes flicking back and forth over mine. She licks her lips then bites her bottom one. I see the conflict in her eyes, she’s battling with something. I’m about to ask her, but I’m distracted when her hands move under my kutte, over my T-shirt. She slides them over my stomach and onto my sides, gently squeezing. I glance down, then back up. As our eyes meet, I see hers filled with desire. She leans forward and I'm shocked when her lips connect with mine. It takes me a second, but that’s all it takes for her to have doubts and begin to pull away.
I grip the back of her head, holding her in place. My lips slowly part and I run my tongue along the seam of hers, encouraging her to let me in. Her grip on my sides tightens as she opens her mouth, giving me access. My tongue slips through her soft, warm lips and into her mouth. I run it around her tongue, gently rolling it then sliding it across the top.
My other hand, placed on her lower back, pulls her even closer to me, and as her pussy juts up against my rock-hard cock, she tenses slightly and lets out a small squeak before recovering and moving her tongue over mine, both fighting for space, both fighting for control. I concede and pull my tongue back into my mouth, with hers following quickly. As she slips it past my lips, I grab it and gently nip at it with my teeth, holding it in place. I feel her smile and it's all I need to keep going.
I move both of my hands to the hem of her hoody, or my hoody, rather, and tug at it, pulling it up to her arms. She breaks the kiss before I do, pulling back and raising her arms inthe air, letting me remove her clothing. I bite my lip when I see her white lace bra covering her breasts.
Pulling the hoody over her head, I throw it to the floor and lean forward, my lips gently kissing her neck, then along her clavicle. I run my fingertips over the top of her breast, her breath hitching from the contact, gliding them to the centre then flattening my hand out and sliding it up her chest. My finger moves to the right side of her neck, my thumb on the left. I give a gentle squeeze then tip her head back, before bringing my lips back to her body. I kiss the dip in her neck and then trail kisses all the way down to her cleavage. Her breathing becomes heavy as I run my tongue over the curve of her breast, then over the lace, adding pressure to the point where her nipple is.
She sucks in a breath as I clamp my lips over it and suck on the material, using my teeth to add a little pressure. Her hands find their way into my hair, and she clenches, her grip pulling at the strands. The sting has me craving more. I move my mouth over to her other breast, giving that just as much attention.
"Max," she breathes out, pulling my head back, forcing me to look at her. "I need to tell you something." I sit back, my hand remaining on her neck, my other hand resting on the bare skin on her side.
"I've never done this before," she whispers, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. I squint my eyes at her, a little confused, at first, but then it clicks. She means sex. Holy shit. My stomach swims, my body heats.
"Baby," I say, a little breathy.
"I'm a virgin," she confirms.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
"Baby," he says.
"I'm a virgin," I whisper, not wanting him to say anything until I said that out loud. I need him to know before we do anything. I wait for him to freak out, to push me off him.
But he just grabs me, pushing himself up and flipping us so we are the right way on the bed, my back suddenly flat on the mattress, his body heavy on top of mine.
"Dragonfly."
"I'm sorry," I rush out, closing my eyes, not wanting to look at him, embarrassed.
"Look at me, baby," he states, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb running back and forth over it. I take a deep breath and open my eyes, focussing on his.
"Sorry for what?" he asks, confused.
"It was probably not what you were expecting to hear. It was probably not what youwantto hear," I say to him. I'm so embarrassed that I can feel my entire body begin to heat.
"Baby, I definitely wasn't expecting you to say that. But why would you think that I wouldn’t want to hear that? I'm surprised, but if I'm honest, I'm actually fucking really pleased you are. I want you so much," he says, leaning down, placing a peck on my lips.
"Wait, I thought that you would hate it?”
"Why would you think that?" he asks. He leans to the left, resting his weight on his arm, as he uses his right hand to push back to get a better look at me.
"Because you've got experience and I didn't think you'd want to be with someone who doesn't have any." I swallow the lump forming in my throat. I wish he wasn't looking at me so hard.
"Fuck, Dragonfly, you have no idea how much I want you. I wanted you the moment I laid my eyes on you. And now, fuck. Baby, now I get to help you experience something for the first time. You’ve got tell me if you want this, baby, because if you don’t then we need to get up right now," he says, ready to pull away.
I grab his face and pull it down to mine, slamming my lips to his. I'm on fire right now. I need him, I need this. The kiss gets more and more heated, and I run my hands down his arms and slide them under his kutte and T-shirt, the heat from his bare skin instantly warming me.
He stops, pulling back and looking at me. "We need to slow this down, baby," he tells me.
“Why?" I ask, needy.
"Because I want to make sure that you're okay. The first time is going to hurt, but I want to make sure that you enjoy it as much as possible. Trust me," he says with a smile.
I nod as he kisses me and sits back on his heels. "Don't move, okay?" He climbs off the bed, his eyes locked on mine as he removes his kutte and places it over the back of the chair. He tugsat his T-shirt, pulling it over his head in one sweep. He's gorgeous. His body so sculpted, each line of his muscles so clear. My eyes roam over his naked torso, trying to take in the tattoos that cover almost every inch of it, but there are so many, so colourful, and they all seem to bleed into each other.
