I have never needed a man like this before. I don’t know what it would be like to have a cock enter my pussy. I have never had the experience before, but I think I want it with him. Do I?
I can sense the seeds of doubt seeping in. The intensity of my breathing is slowing down while he kisses me everywhere. He’s moving down my body, gently caressing my belly, planting soft kisses there too.
But now I can’t stop thinking about this big decision. I want Reed like I’ve never wanted a man before, but do I really want him to be the one. They say you never forget your first. Do I always want to remember him? I feel like I’m playing with fire. That I’m dancing very close to the possibility of getting my heart broken.
Reed is not like any of the guys I’ve been with before. I don’t know what he wants from me. What the sex will lead to. And without knowing…I can’t give.
A slight moan escapes my lips, and I know he’s heard it. It’s not a moan of pleasure. I’m starting to panic.
Reed had one hand on the soft flesh of the inside of my thigh, but now he draws the hand away.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking up to meet my eyes.
“I don’t think we should be doing this,” I say and gently tug myself away. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to hold me back. I’m pretty sure I’ll give in to my body’s carnal desires if he insists one more time. He is physically irresistible.
I move away from him, crouching down on the floor hurriedly to grab my discarded clothes. I’m struggling with the jeans; I have my back turned to him as I put on the top.
Reed is still shirtless. Still perfect enough to eat. I don’t know if I’m making a mistake. Any girl would consider herself lucky if he showed any interest in her, and I am running away. Once again.
“You sure know how to make a man ravenous with need,” he says and runs a hand through his thick dark hair. Even now, I can see the bulge in his pants. He’s still hard for me. A thrill runs down my spine. I can’t believe I have this effect on him.
“I’m sorry. I just think…this is a bad idea. I don’t want this to interfere with the work I’m doing.”
Reed is looking me up and down, deeply, scrutinizing me. Even though I have all my clothes on now, I feel completely naked.
“Yeah, you’re right. This is bad. It’s wrong,” he continues and takes a few steps towards me. I follow his eyes, staring up at his handsome, chiseled face. When he places his hands on my hips, I don’t protest. “But haven’t you ever done anything so bad that it’s good?”
He kisses me again, this time so slow and soft that I can pull away if I want, but I don’t. I like the tugging sensation of his tongue inside my mouth. The way he keeps his eyes closed and his mouth wide open, exploring me with his tongue, deep inside me. I’m melting again. I’m leaning into him.
Oh darn…I want him to take off his pants. I want to know what he looks like down there. He pulls away from the kiss and I’m breathless again. I don’t think I can speak at all.
“How about we do this right? You take some time to think and I make some arrangements. Friday night? I’ll pick you up from your apartment.”
Like a date? I want to ask him, but I stop myself.
“Where are we going to go?” I ask.
“Somewhere we can talk without the pressure of taking off our clothes. If at the end of the night you want to come home with me, it will be completely up to you. Until then, let’s keep our distance.” Reed steps away from me abruptly. His arms aren’t holding me anymore and I miss the warmth of his body immediately.
“You’re right. We shouldn’t be interfering with your work. This is your job, and this is important to me. We should separate the two.”
I am finally able to nod.
“I have to make some phone calls now, for work,” he says and starts putting on his shirt. That’s my cue. He’s done with me. He wants me to leave.
I nod and turn away. It’s an effort to take the steps. I have this strong urge to run back into his