Page 33 of Her Cruel Bodyguard

He drops to my side and grunts, punching the mattress.

I sit up and struggle with my zipper while he exerts whatever emotions he deems necessary.

If he won’t have me as his wife, the least he can do for me is to be my first. I don’t want anyone else. I never did. But if the one I want won’t have me long term, I am giving myself to him, and he can give me the gift of knowing my body before anyone else.

I scoot to the edge of the bed, then stand, dragging my dress off my shoulder and down my body until it drops into a pool of white on the floor around my feet. I kick off my shoes and stand before him in just a white thong.

It takes him a few seconds to see what is before him.

His eyes darken, and his breathing turns guttural.

My body thrums and the vibration has a shuddering effect on my core. I feel the wetness, making my thong damp where it touches my center.

“Christ,” he spurts through clenching teeth. “Oh, fuck, Eva,” he comes up, sitting.

I strut to him, and he opens his legs so I can stand between them. I thought he would need more convincing, but his lips press a kiss on my stomach, his tongue moving in slow circles. His hands slide up my back till they are beneath my breasts, then his fingers glide downthe slit in my ass, finding their way tothe back of my thighs.

I am physically trembling.

It’s the first time I have been this way with anyone. It’s the first time I am letting myself be this exposed; heart, body, and soul. It is the first time my body is feeling the touch of a man. I want this man as much as I need air to stay alive.

“You little devil,” he closes his eyes and drinks me in with a deep breath. “I can’t fight…”

Using only the tip of my index finger, I push him back, making him fall onto the mattress. I crawl on the bed, but he rolls me onto my back,toweringabove me.

Hiserection grinds againstmy damp center whilehis tongue explores my mouthandhis hands brandmy skin. He drags his lips down my neck and to the side of my face. He continues till he finds my nipple, covering it with his tongue while sucking and flicking. The action has the effect of the flipping ofa switch; myentire body comes alive.

He takes his hand between my legs, slipping it under my thong, and groans when he finds me wet. He brushes his fingers on my slick core and slips one in.

He circles his finger inside of me, and I moan loudly, twisting my body to find a good position. He adds an extra finger, and it fills me up completely like I can’t take anymore, but then he adds a third and expands me past my limit.

He comes back to kiss me, resting his body on his elbow by the side of my head while his fingers work their way inside of me, burning me up, electrifying my senses, and leaving only one feeling sprinting through all of them.

It’s as if I can see the pleasure. As if I can taste it, hear it, and it’s somehow capable of making me disintegrate.

But I want more. I want him in me. I can feel the growing need in my stomach, circling to choke me as our tongues dance in a smothering kiss.

“I want you,” I reach for his pants, but he grunts, retrieves his fingers, rolls over to the side, and helps himself out.

He comes back to me, “I am clean but I will…”

“I am on the pill,” I breathe out.

I almost add that he is my first. If I tell Fabio, he will never go on with this. I can’t tell him. Besides, I have had this play out in my head so many times I can delude myself into thinking it’s just another dream.

He comes back down, resting on his elbow, his legs spreading mine further apart, and his other hand circling his length around my core. I tense but remind myself to relax as he nudges a tip in.

“Too many things to say,” he closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Too many things to feel,” he slips in a little further, this is different from his fingers and bigger. “Too many dreams coming true at this moment,” he groans, the sound lingering as he goes fully in. “You feel fucking amazing,” he grits his teeth. “Too fucking amazing.”

It’s strange. It’s filling. It’s encompassing. It’s everything I had hoped it would be but somehow more than I had imagined it could ever be.

He begins to move inside of me, the sharp sting blurring out from the strokes of pleasure driving into me. Our moans fill the room, and soon, my legs go around his waist, the position shoveling a hole inside of me that leads him straight to a magic spot.

He locks eyes with me, and a tear slips down the side of my face. He dips his head and catches it with his tongue, then comes to kiss me with the saltiness on the tip of his tongue. I lick it off.

With each drive, I know how futile it is to think there will ever be another after him.

My heart won’t ever be able to find a way back from this.

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