Page 31 of Keeping The Virgin

Stop what? The heat that’s building inside of me? The fever I’m running?

“More,” I whisper harshly.

He pauses, almost as if my answer has surprised him, but then he tightens the nightie around my wrists, pulling them up slightly as he dips his cock between the backs of my thighs.

Scared of what comes next, I keep my legs closed, but as I feel another velvet nudge from his head, I open slightly.

“Shit,” he mutters, but he pulls back. I don’t know why. This is all going so fast, just like everything else with Cage does. I want this to happen, but then again I don’t. I’m juiced and I’m frightened, needful, desperate.

I hear him breathing as he straddles my body with his knees on the mattress, feel him keeping a tight grip on the nightie around my wrists. But he doesn’t do anything else.

An eon seems to pass by. Car horns float up from the city street beneath us and compete with my sharp breaths. The air conditioning kicks on, humming and imitating the flow of my blood as we both wait.

And wait.

I can’t stand this. “Cage…?”

I might as well be pleading—I think I am—and he hears it, too, because he gently loosens his grip on the nightie, letting my hands fall all the way back to the bed. Then, with a tenderness that mystifies me, he slips his hand back between my legs, urging them open.

Give it to me, I think, excitement warring with my anxiety. Keep going…

He strokes into my pussy from the back, skimming over my entrance on his way to my clit, his touch slick with my cream. I press the side of my face into the mattress, biting my lip.

“Good,” he whispers as he continues to rub me. “So ready for me…”

Everything inside me is beginning to unravel and untie. At the same time, it’s as if ribbons are tightening within me, my clit knotting up along with my belly, creating a pressure so unbearable that I don’t think I can stand it. And when Cage lets go of the nightie around my wrists altogether to slip that hand under my stomach, I begin to urge him to go faster as he strokes my pussy.

“Yes…yes…yes—”

He cuts me off by bending and crushing his lips to mine. The unexpected kiss suspends all the tightness in me, almost like the ribbons are being taken up by the wind, hovering before they swirl down to the ground again, curling back into their knots.

Now he’s kissing me ferociously, ravaging me, devouring me, and I return every erotic beat, reaching up to grasp his hair, my negligee dangling from my wrist and covering us like a veil.

He breaks the kiss, stops stroking me, and waits. My approaching orgasm pauses. Damn him, he’s teasing me, priming me, and when he suddenly flips me to my back again, I’m high with the need to come already.

“Cage!”

At the sound of my frustration, he bends my legs then urges them apart as he stands up from the bed, so tall, so everything. Now I can see the fire in his eyes, hellish and driven by whatever it is that I can’t explain. I can see his hard cock bobbing with his excitement, and the thrill of knowing that he’s going to be inside me soon terrifies me in a brutally hot way.

As he slides his fingers into the folds of my pussy again, I wiggle my hips.

“Now?” I ask.

“Not yet.”

“When?”

“Soon…”

He pushes a finger up and into me, and an animalistic yowl fills the air. It’s mine.

He adds another finger, slower this time. I make more little sounds as he swirls inside of me, opening me up.

I grip the duvet. When. When. When…?

It’s only as I open my eyes and look at him again that I see past the demons in him, straight to something I’ve seen before.

Does he feel something for me?

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