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"Oh…"
Nazalie hadn't thought of it that way. She could actually feel the beads of sweat rolling down her back. She took off the coat and placed it gently on the bed.
"Please, excuse me." She said, standing up to go to the bathroom. She could feel the warmth from his skin as she passed by him. It wasn't helping her situation. She felt hotter than before.
She hurried into the bathroom; it would be best to take a shower. She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower. It was warm; it calmed her down a bit.
Reluctantly, she got out and put on the white lingerie she bought yesterday. She wanted to look sexy and virginal. She pulled on one of the silk robes and opened the door.
"Here."
Joshua handed her a glass of champagne and a small bowl of fruit as she exited the bathroom. Nazalie downed it all in one go.
Joshua said nothing as he refilled her glass. They both drank in silence. It was as if the weight of what they were about to do suddenly occurred to them.
Nazalie was painfully aware of what lay beneath the black robe. She imagined pulling it open slowly, unraveling him like a gift. Nazalie shivered at the thought.
"I want this," she blurted out. She was going to blame her sudden boldness on the alcohol, even though she knew it wasn't right. "I want you."
"Forget what I said. It's the alcohol talking."
Nazalie whispered, seeing how shocked Joshua was.
"No, it wasn't," he said, moving closer. "I want you too, Nazalie."
The moment he said those words, she felt a pool of warmth between her legs.
Joshua had dropped the glass and was holding on to her waist. Nazalie looked into his sharp blue eyes and parted her lips. She was going to let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"Do you want this, Nazalie?" Joshua asked, his hot breath fanning her ears.
"I do…" Nazalie whispered without hesitation.
Without delay, Joshua's lips were on hers. They were warm, soft and tasted of champagne. It wasn't Nazalie's first kiss, but it felt like it. She felt like every cell in her body came alive.
She wanted to touch his hair. Feel the smooth silkiness of his raven-black curls.
Nazalie gasped as Joshua lifted her so that she was straddling his waist. He was kissing down her neck to her collarbone, leaving trails of electricity as he went lower and lower.
Nazalie opened her eyes when he paused. They were on the bed now; she had no idea how they got there. Slowly, she sat up and began to remove her robe. Joshua’s eyes widened when he saw a preview of the lingerie. Joshua pulled the robe away fully and threw it unto the floor. Nazalie was left in a white strapless bra, matching lace panties and mid-thigh stockings with lace on the top.
Instinctually, Nazalie crossed her arms around her chest. No one had ever seen her this exposed before. She felt vulnerable. She was subject to this man that could do whatever he wanted with her.
"Don't cover yourself up, Nazalie. You're beautiful. Pure."
Nazalie looked up sharply. She could see the sincerity in his eyes. Joshua moved in closer and took her hands in both of his. Nazalie could sense that he was waiting for permission to continue. She closed the distance between them, their lips uniting once more in a passionate dance.
Nazalie couldn't register when her underwear came off. Before she knew it, they were both naked, touching, kissing and teasing each other.
She felt like a feather in the wind, fluttering and writhing with every brush of Joshua's lips on her body. She grasped his back, his taut buttocks, his chest, touching and tasting frantically in contrast to his smooth exploration.
How could she be this hungry for Joshua when they had met only a few hours ago? Nazalie tried to remind herself that this was her first time. That should have at least eased the edge, but instead, it seemed to have only made her ache for more. She was aware that this would change her. So far, she could feel a connection between them. It was apparent he was gentle because he didn't want to hurt her; she couldn't have been luckier. Then he slid up along her, over her. His substantial weight anchored her to the bed, the moment was perfect.
She slid the arch of her foot along his leg, opening for him, wanting him.
"Shhh…" he whispered in her ear, although she couldn't, for the life of her, remember what she'd said or asked for. "Patience. We'll get there."
He traced his way down to her flat belly with his lips, leaving a trail of heat as he went.
