blame for what happened.”
“I like it when you kiss me.”
He pulled back. “Are you changing the subject?”
“It doesn’t matter if what I do and what I am is right, Raphael. I know there are girls in worse situations than me. Who have to please men every single night. Who give in to their demands.”
“My father threatened you with that life, didn’t he?”
“It’s why I’m still a virgin. He called me that. His precious virgin. He was always tempted and would tell me to spread my legs so he could see. I don’t know what he saw but he always liked it. Will you sell me?” she asked.
“No.”
“But my virginity?”
“Will be precious to the man you choose to give it to.” He rested his hand on top of hers.
“I want to give it to you,” she said.
“Elenore, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do. I want you to fuck me.”
He pulled away but she grabbed his hand and placed it between her thighs.
“I’m not stupid. I know what I ask. If … if one day you don’t come home and I’m found, I’d at least like to have this choice of who takes me.”
“Elenore, you won’t be taken.”
“Look what happened yesterday. Your father isn’t a good man. You’re precious to him, but he always told me he could father other children.”
“I know,” he said.
“If he ever doubts your loyalty, you’ll die. Please, Raphael. All of my life I’ve had choices taken from me. I can’t read or write, or know the time. I’m nothing. I’m no one, but right now, I would love nothing more than to be your Elenore.”
“You are my Elenore.”
“Then please, show me how good it can be. How it doesn’t always have to hurt.”
He should climb out of bed as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t look at him with those big, brown eyes, and beg him sweetly to be more, to have more.
Instead, he pulled the blanket away from her body. “If I do anything you don’t like, you’ll tell me to stop.”
“You’re not going to do anything wrong. I know it.”
He eased her shirt up over her head. She lifted her arms and he tossed it aside, running his hands up her body. She had nice, big tits, a small waist, and thick hips. He caressed down her body, cupping those hips, feeling them in his palm, more than a handful but something to hold on to.
He’d be a liar if he didn’t admit to wanting this woman. He did. She was like an addiction he couldn’t get rid of. All he wanted was to drown in every single part of her.
He moved between her spread legs, tugging down the pants that molded to her hips. He pulled them off her in one easy stroke and spread her open. She didn’t wear any underwear. He still needed to go shopping for her.
Her legs were flat to the bed and he lifted them up so he could put his hands on her knees and spread them open. Her pussy looked slick already.
Slowly, he stroked her knees then glided down, going to her pussy but not touching her. He stroked over her fine hairs before pulling back.
He wasn’t going to fuck her this morning. He was going to show her something else.
Kissing her knee, he followed the path between her thighs, hovering over her pussy.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to taste you.”
“Men don’t do that.”
“No, men like my father don’t do that, but I’m not my father. You’re going to have to trust me. Do you?”
She nodded her head.
“Good, because your pussy looks really nice and sweet and I want a taste. Do you have a problem with me trying you?”
She shook her head.
“Relax, Elenore. You’re going to enjoy this.”
Using the tips of his fingers, he opened the lips of her sex. Sliding his tongue between her slit, he tasted her for the first time. She was way too tense and he intended to make her relax, to trust him.
Pressing his face against her pussy, he moved his hands to cup her ass, holding her against his face, and he ate her pussy. Licking, sucking, biting, just enough to cause her immense pleasure.
He didn’t want her worrying about a strike or any kind of pain while she was in his bed. This wasn’t about hurting her, but about filling her with joy, basking in it. Sex could be enjoyable and that was all he wanted her to feel and to know.
Sliding his tongue down