Page 24 of His Secretary's Nine-Month Notice
‘Don’t go.’ She circled his wrist with her fingers and thrilled at the latent strength there. She wanted to strip off her clothes. She wanted him to touch her so much that her whole body ached with it. ‘It’s just that...’
‘You don’t know which way to turn? Understandable.’ Because she was what she was, he thought, and that was what made this so exciting.
‘I’m a virgin,’ she said in a rush before a lengthy guessing game could begin. ‘I know you’re going to be shocked. It’s shocking. You want to know why. Well, it’s because sex was never something that seemed to crop up. You once said that something got sacrificed when I became a carer. Well, for me that was normality. A life on the road and then being responsible for dad when I was young... Well, there you go. You should know.’ She looked away, but slowly, by his finger under her chin, she was made to look at him.
‘You’re a virgin.’
Her smile and calm voice belied the tumult of emotions coursing through her. ‘We do exist. In fact, I like to think we’re pretty special.’
‘Will you let me be the first?’ And, when she smiled and inclined her head to one side, he began removing his clothes, taking his time, completely unashamed, watching her as he undressed.
Violet propped herself up and stared. He was so beautiful. The fact that the forbidden was turning into reality was such a turn-on. She wanted to touch herself and balled her hands into fists. This felt right. There was a tenderness between them that made her want to give herself over to this man without inhibition, with complete trust and in defiance of the fact that she had never thought she would have her first experience of sex with any man who wasn’t in it for the long term.
And this wasn’t about her feeling fragile because of circumstances, either. This was something she had been craving for a very long time, something that had brushed like a feather through her mind every time they’d been together in his office late at night... Every time he had come close to her, had leant over from behind to see something on her computer... Every time his lazy glance had settled on her...
His nakedness, oh, so slowly revealed, staggered her. His beauty. His strength. The width of his shoulders, the breadth of his chest tapering to a narrow waist and lean hips. Her eyes followed the spiral of dark hair and her heart sped up at the sight of his erect, gently throbbing penis. He took it absently in one hand and played with himself while keeping his eyes focused on her.
He was so uninhibited.
She was eager and ready as he approached her. Fear of the unknown still lingered, but excitement to explore it was greater, and her body went up in flames as he undressed her, stilling her fluttering hands, very gently easing her to a place where she didn’t feel self-conscious at being observed.
He made her look at him and he talked as he removed her clothing with practised ease, his hands gentle.
When she covered her small breasts with her hands, he tugged them away and lay down next to her, idly toying with her body, smoothing his big hand along her stomach, her thigh, brushing his knuckles against her wet crotch until she wanted to spread her legs wide so that he could do more.
‘I’m going to take my time,’ he murmured.
‘Matt...’
‘Shh. Just relax and enjoy, Violet.’ He flattened her hands on either side and levered himself into position so that he could pay attention to her small breasts. He licked her nipples. Her nipples were big in proportion to her breasts, and for some reason those perfectly shaped rosy discs turned him on like nothing imaginable.
He said he’d take his time and he did, licking and nipping, then suckling on them one at a time until she was moaning with pleasure. She pressed his head down farther and wriggled under him. Her mind went blank. Pure sensation replaced thoughts. His hands shifted to her rib cage and he journeyed with a leisurely lack of haste down her body, trailing his tongue along her stomach, circling her belly button...
And then lower he went, and she inhaled sharply as he settled between her legs and began to lick along her wet crease. This was so unbearably intimate. She wanted to snap her legs together in prim rejection of his ministrations, but she couldn’t, because the thrill of how her body was responding was too powerful. He gently nuzzled, his tongue easily finding her clitoris and stroking it until her soft moans turned into frantic groans and whimpers, and she writhed under him, plunging her hands into his hair and drawing her knees up, instinctively angling her body so that every sensation was heightened.
He didn’t stop licking and, as he licked, he stroked the soft flesh of her inner thighs, driving her to a place from which there was no hope of return. She started to spasm against his questing mouth, coming with an urgency that seemed to carry on for ever until she could scarcely breathe from the power of it.
Spent, she drew him up alongside her, eyes wide and dismayed, because how couldhebe satisfied?
‘You’d be surprised,’ he said with a slow smile when she voiced her concern. He circled her nipple with his finger and, bit by bit, Violet felt her rag-doll body begin to stir right back into life.
This time, he guided her, and it was an erotic journey, touching him just so, holding his penis in just the right way, circling the throbbing head until he was groaning. He covered her hand with his. Her stroking was long and slow and then, when he could no longer take the mounting excitement, he pushed apart her legs and gently inserted his bigness, nudging his entry gradually.
She was so wet.
For a few seconds she knew that she was tensing but it was, oh, so pleasurable, feeling his shaft ease inside her.
A deep, urgent thrill bloomed inside her and spread out. When his thrusting became harder and faster, she was ready and tuned in. She dug her fingers into his back and arched up, eyes closed, feet wrapping round his lean waist, and her whole body splintered with wild pleasure as he came into her on one final thrust.
He sagged, lay completely still for a few seconds, then rolled off her to one side and shielded his eyes with one hand. When eventually he turned to face her, Violet was convinced that he would start on a litany of regret. She braced herself to assume a light-hearted response, the response of the controlled woman he had always assumed her to be.
She’d done the unthinkable, and was feeling the slow burn of delayed mortification, but when he spoke it was to say quietly, ‘That is the first time I have ever made love to any woman without using protection.’
Violet didn’t have to be a genius to detect the horror and alarm behind that statement.
‘You don’t have to worry, Matt. I’ve been using contraception ever since I got here to regulate my menstrual cycle.’ Her face was beetroot-red because this seemed such a prosaic note on which to end what had been the most wonderful experience of her life. She turned to get off the bed, so that she could shower and give him permission to leave without a load of apologies and embarrassed excuses, but he drew her back down against him.
‘Where are you going?’ he asked in a lazy drawl. ‘The night isn’t over yet...is it?’
