When his hand touched her back, she inhaled sharply and jumped on her toes. Victor froze but that was completely the opposite of what she wanted him to do. Since she was already on her toes, she reached with her mouth and kissed his neck, silently giving him permission to continue.
It was so thrilling, she couldn’t think. Her tongue was too thick to speak so she used it against his skin just as he had moments earlier and she loved the way his hands clenched at her waist, pulling her tighter against him.
Victor watched as the soft, sexy smile formed on her lips, showing him that she enjoyed having the power to make him react. He liked it too. There seemed to be nothing about this experience that was like anything he’d had before and he could barely stand the slow pace, desperate for release.
Pushing her dress to the floor, his hands immediately moved to the clasp of her bra and it was the first time he felt her freeze. His hands went no further but he looked down at her. “Lana, if you don’t want this, just say so. But feel how much I want you and know that most of my desire for you is because of the way you react each time I touch you or kiss you. Your ex-husband was definitely wrong about you being frigid. There’s nothing wrong with you except that the idiot didn’t take the time to get to know you.” A merciless smile formed on his face as he said, “And I’m definitely going to enjoy getting to know you. Nothing is going to change my desire to have you except that its only going to get better,” he said and pulled her hand to his erection, letting her feel how much he wanted her through his slacks. He instantly relaxed when her fingers didn’t pull back and the desire quickly returned to her eyes. Her fingers fumbled with his belt and his own moved to the buttons of his shirt, making quick work of the impediment.
“Touch me,” he said when his shirt was tossed aside. He lifted her hands, which had only gotten the buckle halfway undone. While she explored his shoulders and chest, Victor quickly removed his pants and boxers, then guided her hand back down to his erection.
She was so fascinated, her fingers and touch so tentative, he could barely stand it but the intensity of the pleasure she gave him kept him from going any further. He tried to relax and enjoy her exploration but after only a few minutes, he couldn’t take it any longer.
Pulling her hands away, he reached behind her once again, kissing her neck to distract her while he pulled the lacy bra out of the way, discarding it and then taking his fill of her beautiful breasts. When his eyes locked on hers, she covered herself but he wouldn’t let her. “You’re perfect,” he groaned and picked her up, placing her in the middle of the bed, then coming down on top of her, his arms keeping his weight off of her as he looked down at her flawless body. He took one perfect pink nipple in his mouth and was rewarded by her cry of pleasure, the arch of her back giving him better access, her fingers in his hair holding him right where he wanted to be. His teeth nudged the peak, eliciting another cry but then his tongue soothed the sensitive skin and her body writhed underneath him. Moving to the other breast, he gave that one equal attention before moving lower to her stomach while his hands positioned her legs around his waist.
At the last minute, he reached into his bedside table and extracted a condom, watching her as he slid it on. Rejoining her on the bed, he moved between her legs, breathing hard as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
He almost chuckled out loud when he looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and her teeth were clenched in anticipation. He didn’t move, realizing that her body was almost rigid with the anticipation of the pain she’d spoken of previously. He stopped, kissing her jaw line before moving to her mouth, kissing her gently until he felt some of the rigidity go out of her.
“If you want to stop, all you have to do is say so,” he promised, but in truth, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop. He couldn’t remember ever