Damn. She reached for the clasp of her bra, ignoring the slight tremble of her fingers. She slipped it off of her, and her breasts spilled into view.
Fire burned in his dark irises, gold flecks blazing in the depths of his eyes. Suddenly, the cold sensation engulfing her, the modesty, disappeared, and a challenging heat replaced it.
She pulled down her underwear, wriggling her way out, then tossed the darn thing to the side. Damn. Was he going to pop her cherry thousands of miles off the ground? She threaded her fingers together, fidgeting, unsure about what to do next.
He shortened the gap between them, slowly, his gaze sliding down her neck and lower. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest. After all, he’d paid for her—modesty had no place in this deal. He probably wouldn’t care for it, anyway. Still, she had no idea what to do. Was it too late to ask Madame Alexa for an intensive seminar on sex? Yep, it was.
A bubble of arousal grew inside her, floating in her bloodstream and swiftly spreading though her body. She could feel her pussy lips swelling, and the steady pulse in her clit, like a simmering boil.
“Agapi mou,” he said in his native language, his delivery so freaking sexy her clit throbbed harder in response. “You’re gorgeous.”
She flushed. When he was within a breath of her, he pulled her into his arms, her naked self pressing against his clothed body. The friction of his clothes against her flesh quickened her pulse. A naughty sensation swirled inside her, and she felt like a mischievous teenager after stealing candy from a store.
Would she prefer to have him naked? Hell yes. But, shit, it was hard enough already to manage the flood of sensations taking over her.
He kissed her, a kiss that defied her sense. Urgency, need, and lust blended into one. He cupped her face, angling it to deepen his exploration, and she circled her arms around him, loving every second of the sweet agony.
He lifted her in his arms and placed her on the mattress. She realized she hadn’t removed the shoes, but when she reached to take them off, he seized her wrists. “They stay.”
To cement his wish, he pinned them on the edge of the bed, exposing her sex in a way she’d never exposed it to anyone before
She propped herself on her elbows, curious. What did he have planned? He kneeled before her, upright, putting himself in front of her. Oooh. A thread of anticipation surged through her, and her thighs grew stickier from the desire drenching her folds. Maybe he was making sure her hymen was intact. Though he probably had to touch her to—
He tossed her a promising glance, then lowered his head between her thighs. She sucked in a breath for longer than she could probably hold it. He licked her thigh, and she squirmed, reveling in the delightful sensation. No wonder so many women and men lost their heads over sex—it was worth it. From her brief pre-sex experience with Theo, she could already understand the hype.
With a growl that sent wicked shivers down her spine, he touched her folds. The second he brushed his fingers against them, she bucked, a ripple of pleasure zapping through her faster than she could fathom. She fell on the mattress, her head burying into the soft pillow.
Sweat slicked her forehead. He began to move his finger, scissoring her folds, parting them, then tugging at them, just enough to send a violent shot of arousal to her core. She moaned, reaching to the linens and bunching them, unable to remain still.
When he licked her pussy, she arched toward him, completely enthralled. Holy fuck. “Theo,” she called, though she had no idea what she expected from him.
“You taste sweet, glikia mu,” he said, his voice gravelly. “Sweet and irresistible.”
His words earned him another coat of her pearly essence. She clenched the linens, her breath labored. He continued to give her greedy laps at her center, driving her crazy. Soon, he closed his mouth around her achy clit, sucking it, and simultaneously teased her folds with his fingers. Whenever he neared her breach, that thin and delicate piece of skin he had bought for his own pleasure, he retreated and focused on something else. Her inner muscles clenched with tension, and a part of her warned her she wouldn’t last long.
He probably sensed it, too, because he made invisible circles around her clit, flicking it, and provoking her with his mouth and fingers. The pressure built to the point of explosion, and she could no longer take it. Her stomach contracted, and she stopped feeling anything and everything for one hot second. Then, she let go, as waves of pleasure washed over her, and her body broke in delicious spasms.
She moaned, louder than a lady would in someone’s jet. But she wasn’t a lady—she was a woman, or becoming one under his expertise. Relentlessly, he continued to suck her, swallowing her every drip, until the shaking subsided.
She closed her eyes, seeing stars behind the lids, slowly processing the diminishing tingles, her heartbeat falling back into its regular rhythm. The sound of him standing prompted her to open her eyes and search for him.
With a half-closed smile, he reached for the door. “I’ll let you regroup. The bathroom is to the left,” he said, pointing at a narrow door by the other side of the bed.
“Wait. What… Where are you going?” She sat upright and folded her arms over her chest. A veneer of vulnerability covered her, a draft of coldness replacing the heat that warmed her minutes ago.
He sighed, his frustration obvious. “Back to my seat.”
“Yes, but why?” Was it something she’d done? Anxiety chilled her bones. What if he changes his mind? Maybe she should have reacted in a different way to entice him. “I’m on the pill,” she said, though he probably knew that already. Madame Alexa required every virgin to get on birth control before the auction.
“Yeah. I know, and by the way, I have a clean bill of health. We’ll get there, Amaya. Just not here,” he said, then left the room, closing the door behind him.
Just not here. His words reverberated through her, long after he left her by herself. It took her minutes to will herself out of the bed, scoop her clothes from the floor and get dressed. She had to make peace with the fact he wasn’t going to take her at this very moment. She also had to make peace with that bothering her more than she’d anticipated. Be careful, Amaya. Cuidado.
Theo was a worldly, experienced man who knew all the rules of a game she’d yet to play.
…
Theo fixed his collar, wishing he could remove his damn shirt. Shit, the pants too. His groin stirred. No, he couldn’t. Not yet.
