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As if she could ever disappoint me. “Sweetheart, I had to try not to come the second you touched me last time. You’re perfect.”
Her shy smile once she’s naked beside me almost does me in. Not very experienced, she said, and her reaction reflects that. The way the blush on her cheeks washes down over her neck to her chest is the sexiest thing. There’s no hesitation in her kiss and she lets out a little moan, wrapping her arms around me when I move on top of her.
Her head falls back as I kiss down her neck. The whimper she lets out when I suck one perfect pink nipple between my lips makes my cock even harder. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted inside a woman so badly.
Lips parted, she pins those heated blue eyes on me, watching while I kiss down her stomach. I keep my gaze on hers as I rub my palms over the silky skin of her inner thighs, then push them apart.
Her eyes instantly fall shut, and she turns her head to the side.
“You don’t need to be shy with me. I love what I see.”
She peeks down at me, obviously pleased, then closes her eyes again when I dip my head between her legs.
“Ohhh.”
It’s not a cry, but a drawn out gasp that sounds almost awed. Slow and gentle, my tongue teases and explores until she’s squirming and desperate.
“Oh, yes!” she cries when I slide a finger inside of her. I add another finger, sliding them in and out gently. She’s tight, and I want to make sure she’s ready for me. First, I want to make her come. My fingers rub her spot, and she groans, lifting her hips off the bed.
“God, Layton, it’s so good. Please.”
My lips barely have time to suck at her clit when she comes apart with a cry, her hands fisting the sheets, her whole body shaking with the spasms.
“Holy fuck,” she says, after a moment to catch her breath. She looks down at me while I roll a condom over my cock. “That was…no one has ever…”
What?
“No one has made you come by eating you?”
Her gaze flits away. “No one has ever gone down on me.”
Whoever she was engaged to was a fucking loser. “Did he make you come at all?” Or was he one of those assholes who only takes?
Her bottom lip is sucked in and she shakes her head. Her voice is so soft when she speaks that I can barely make out the words, but it’s enough to freeze me in place.
“We…I’ve never actually had sex.”
Chapter Fourteen
Kelly
I didn’t think it was possible to feel shame, regret, and anger all at the same time. Never imagined such a wonderful experience just seconds ago could so quickly be doused by a single look.
The look on his face isn’t singular, really. It says so much. It screams horror, regret, and the worst, most devastating emotion, disgust. “You’re a virgin?”
All I can manage is a nod before he’s off the bed. A string of curses are barely audible under his breath while he pulls the unused condom off and grabs his pants.
This can’t be happening. The first time I actually have feelings for someone, when I finally feel like a normal person who wants sex, this is how it ends? Shame rolls over me, and my hands shake as I scramble to pull on shorts and a tee shirt as quickly as possible.
Awkward doesn’t even begin to describe the moment that he looks at me. It’s everything I can do to swallow the lump in my throat and keep the tears from forming.
His soft, cajoling voice holds no comfort. “Kelly, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I can’t. This isn’t right.”
My words come out flat and heavy. “Just go.”
I don’t want explanations. His reaction was enough. God, I was naked, his tongue was between my legs, he watched me come and then looked at me like I repulsed him.
“It’s not you,” he says, and I interrupt him, raising my voice.
