Page 37 of Something New

I lift her chin with my finger, making her look up. “I bet every single man in this place is wishing that he could do that to you.” I whisper and she giggles.

“Why do you like me, Tuomo? I - I don’t understand. You could have anyone. You were in that magazine one -the most elegible bachelor in the city -I saw the article. There are hundreds of girls after you.”

A dark chuckle rumbles from my chest. “You don’t get it do you? A hundred girls could throw themselves at me and I won’t even notice. There is only one girl who has ever had my attention. It’s always been that way.”

Her eyes are deep pools of curiosity. Hazel and gold and filled with a longing to believe what I’m telling her. She really does not know what she means to me - or how beautiful she is. All my years of chasing other guys away from her has benefited me. She doesn’t believe any of them wanted her.

“Come have dessert at my place. Or coffee. Or another drink. Come and talk to me some more. I’m not ready to end this night yet.” I say, reaching out and taking her hand.

Nerissa is quiet for a moment, then she nods, and my excitement grows. Step by step my plan is working. I am getting her exactly where I want her. She is eating out of my hand.

I stand up and guide her to her feet. The slit of her dress falls open over her legs and my body thunders with need.

After settling the bill, I lead her to my car. She climbs in and I close the door behind her.

I can’t believe I am getting what I want.

All those years of patience and she is going to be mine.

At my penthouse she walks around admiring the art and simple clean decor while I admire her narrow waist and wide hips.

She turns to face me, wanting to ask a question and gasps when she realizes how close I am to her. I reach out and touch her waist, dragging her against my chest.

Nerissa looks up at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted.

Before she can say anything, I kiss her.

She sinks into my arms, letting go of any resistance and giving in to me.

Running my hands down her back I trace the curve of her spine, enjoying the shape of her body.

She is nervous, unsure what to do, but that’s fine. I know how to make her feel incredible. I know what she wants, and she won’t have to worry about a thing.

I slip my hands into the slit of her dress. She moans against my mouth and my cock throbs as I cup my hands over her ass.

Her hands are beneath my shirt, running up my back, tracing over my muscles.

Her breathing is fast and heavy.

I know she wants this.

Tugging the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders I let it slip over her body and fall to the floor at our feet.

She is wearing red lace underwear, no bra, only a transparent G-string that sets my skin on fire with lust.

I can’t wait anymore.

I grab her ass and lift her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist I press her back against the wall in the passage outside my bedroom.

Tugging my belt open I free my cock.

She moans again when it’s rubbing against her pussy. Nothing but the thin lace between us. I tug it aside.

She has never been with a man, she is pure and innocent and saved - just for me.

I push my cock inside her. I watch her expression as I spread her pussy open, inch by inch. She shudders in my arms, digging her nails into my shoulder.

“Does it hurt, little bird?”

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