Page 62 of Hold On Me

“Stand up.” My voice is demanding, but it has to be to hide my shock and admiration for her. She can’t be serious right now. She just blew the life out of me and she’d never done it before? Who is this fucking woman? “You’ve never done that before?”

She shakes her head and avoids my gaze. That won’t do.

I gently grip her chin and bring her head up so her eyes meet my own. “Don’t hide away from me.” She bites on her lip and nods slightly. “Are you a virgin, Penelope?” I stroke her cheek and she smiles back.

“No. But I’m not very experienced. I’ve only had sex with one person, and it wasn’t…”

Her words trail off her, cheeks flaming in embarrassment, but her eyes stay locked on mine. And the admiration I have for her multiplies. “Well then I have to thank you for trusting me with your body. Now tell me,Vasilissa mou,would you like this orgasm on my tongue or on my fingers?”

Her eyes widen, her jaw drops open, and she just blinks at me rapidly as she takes in my words. “I, um, thought we’d be doing, you know.”

“We will, but not yet. Answer the question.” My hand trails down from her chin to the cleft between her breasts.

“Fingers please. I need something inside me.” Her voice is breathless.

I dip my head toward her ear. “As you wish, Little One.”

Her shocked gasp is enough to make me smile as I roll her nipples between my fingers. I lower my head and take over with my mouth, letting my tongue lave and circle around her hardpebbled peaks. Her moans and mewls tell me I’m doing what she wants, but the clench of her thighs lets me know she needs more.

She’s so responsive, and I love it. She doesn’t need to vocalise what she wants, her body tells me.

I trail my hand down her stomach and slide my fingers through her dripping folds as she quivers under my touch. She clutches my shoulders, her forehead resting on my chest with little‘please’and‘mores’falling from her lips. When I circle her clit, she bites down on my shoulder. A growl rips from my throat, and I surge my fingers inside her as she cries out in pleasure.

“That’s it, Little One. Take what you need. Fuck my hand, Penelope, and come all over my fingers.”

I pump into her, latch my lips onto her nipple, her neck, any skin I can get to. Her nails are biting into me, but I don’t care. I like the idea of her leaving little crescent shaped marks on my skin. Being marked by my Little One. My queen.

Her walls start to tighten and I know she’s close. “Ben, please.” Her eyes are shut tightly and she’s panting.

“Open your eyes, Little One. Let me see you fall apart.”

Her eyes fling open and she stares straight into my own.

“That’s right, Penelope. Watch me as I make you come. See the hold you have on me. Trust me to give you what you need. Give me all of you, don’t hold back.”

Her nails dig in harder, and the bite of pain grounds me as she stills, calling my name as her release coats my fingers. She looks ethereal like this. Like a beautiful entity created just for me. And I know from this moment forward, I’ll give her whatever she wants.

Shaking the thought from my mind, I pop a kiss on her nose, shut the water off, grab one of the fluffy robes the hotel provides, and wrap her in the oversized garment before pulling one on myself. She smiles and rests her head on my shoulder as we walk into the bedroom. The feeling of familiarity, theaffection soaring through my body, feels so good. I want this to last. More than I’ve ever wanted anything to last before.

Is this how my dad felt when he met my mother? Completely and utterly bewitched? Unable to understand the hold she had over him?

Banishing the intrusive questions from my mind, I walk her intoourbedroom, because like fuck am I sleeping anywhere but next to her now, and place a kiss on her forehead. “We’ve got a couple of hours before our next engagement. Shall we order room service or have a nap?”

“A nap please. I need one after that.” She grins up at me and I smile back, contentment written over both of our faces.

“A nap it is.” I drop my arm from around her shoulders and she grabs the sleeve of my robe, panic streaking over her face.

“Stay with me?” The vulnerability in her voice makes my breath stutter, and I wrap her in my arms once again.

“I’m not going anywhere. If you want me to stay, I will.”

She’s back to smiling as I walk her over to the bed. She shrugs the robe from her shoulders, and as it falls to her feet, I inhale sharply. I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing her naked. She’s gorgeous.

Diving under the covers, she snuggles into the pillow as I chuckle and walk around to the other side. I quickly de-robe and hop in beside her, instantly reaching out and wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against my chest.

“What are we doing in a couple of hours?” Her voice sounds sleepy and I place my lips on the top of her head.

“It’s a surprise. Get some rest. With what I have planned for us tonight, you’re going to need it.” My hand wraps over her breast, her nipple hardening under my palm instantly as she sighs and wiggles her arse into my dick.

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