Page 10 of Taking The Virgin

Chapter4

As I cuddleinto the pillow next to Owen’s, I shyly pull the chemise down over my thighs to cover all of me. He’s already seen much more than I’ve ever shown anyone else, but I’m still not used to any kind of intimacy, even if this is only supposed to be a casual one-night stand.

The blue light from the TV still veils us, and I can’t take my eyes off of him, even if some of his shirt and trousers is still covering his magnificent body. A film of sweat and maybe even a hint of my juices make his torso gleam, and I want to reach out and run my fingers over the wet contours ofhim.

I’ve never seen a man this enthrallingly muscular. I’ve never seen a cock like his, even though he’s just spent himself. He’s long and thick, resting outside of his fly, and I greedily look at his length, wondering when he’s going to fill me withit.

God,when?

He sees that I’m looking at him, and I blush some more. Then, as if to tease me, he traces a hand over his belly where I stroked my pussy over him. He rubs his fingers together as if remembering how I so thoroughly got off on the raunchy foreplay.

Then, out of nowhere, his expression goes stoic, and he fists his hand and lowers it, almost as if he’s fighting some kind of urge within him. I’m not sure what it is, but then he’s back to watching me, capturing me with those darkeyes.

“How did you imagine your first time?” heasks.

He’s not demanding an answer from me, and his change of tone takes me off guard. He’s actually slightly more relaxed than I’ve seen him thusfar.

“Well we didn’t quite get to my first time yet,” Isay.

He laughs brusquely. “That’s because we’re going to takeourtime.”

His gaze is so piercing that I have to look away. I toy with the sheet instead.

“I’ve never been that outgoing,” I say, “especially where guys are concerned. I never pursued sex, and I’m actually kind of bashful when it comes right down toit.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“That’s because the answer will probably just bore you. I thought my first time would be with someone who loved me, and it’d be…well, different. Nothing fancy, just sweet, like in a song or a poem…or maybe a Monet painting.”

He doesn’t say anything. As I glance at him, I expect to see steel in his gaze, but he only seems to be trying to look into me. If there’s any emotion there, it’s deeply buried.

But why shouldn’t it be when this is only a transaction betweenus?

Apparently he has no use for more pillow talk because he takes the TV remote from where I’ve left it on the nightstand and starts flipping through channels. Even though he’s relatively relaxed, I get the feeling that he’s shut me out. At least for now, as he turns the channels and I lie on my side next to him, my body humming for him. And it doesn’t stop as the minutes dragby.

All my worries and fears nip at me again. Will I disappoint him? Will it hurt? Why didn’t he just get it over with and keep me out of this suspense?

I know when he’s ready for me again because there’s a change in the atmosphere. It goes from still to sultry with one long look from him that turns up my temperature to a near fever.

He leaves the TV on a digital music channel that’s playing a moody, dreamy tune, and I can’t tear my gaze away from him as he lazily reaches over to my shoulder and begins to slide down a strap of my chemise.

A tremor buzzes around the lining of my belly, making me quake a little. I fight it, try not to show it as he exposes my full breast.

The air breathes over the tip of it while he hungrily looks meover.

“Roll onto your back, Red,” he whispers.

It’s really starting now—my big night. My loss of innocence.

With my blood rumbling, I change my position as he keeps a hold of my other strap. When I roll over, the rest of my chemise slips down to revealme.

I let out a shaky sigh, wondering if it’s supposed to be this enjoyable to sell yourself. I don’t think it is, but then again, not many men who pay for sex look or act like the man who is just about to take me, defile me, break meopen.

Owen leans on his elbow, negligently bringing that strap all the way off my arm. Then he reaches over to divest me of the other until the silk is bunched around my waist. I think my heart is going to bang right out of my chest as my nipples tighten.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, sweeping his fingers over one of my tips, giving me a shock of tortuous contact. “I could get off just looking at these amazingtits.”

Then he brushes down to my stomach, and as my muscles give a tiny jump there, I flinch. He laughs, then skims his knuckles back up to my nipple. His fingertips are feather-light, and I feel an electric thrill all the way to my pussy.

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