Page 60 of Thoroughly Innocent Intent

“I thought you were hungry,” she says between kisses.

“Starved,” I growl, though I’m no longer talking about food. I’m starved forher, and I’m not concerned about what that means or what that says about me. If she’s willing, I can take her to bed with a clear conscience, because she’s it for me.

“I need you.” My voice is strained with desire. “If you tell me you need me too, I’m going to take you to bed, but only if you’re sure. I don’t want you to have regrets.”

“Why would I have regrets?” Her breast fills my palm as she gasps for air, her arousal growing.

“This can’t be undone, Beautiful. If you give me your virginity, you can’t ever get it back.” I move my hand to her hip and she whimpers in protest, but I won’t tease her just to get the answer I’m hoping for.

“I’ve never been more sure.” She leans into me and kisses me deeply, and the last of my restraint vanishes. I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist so that her center cradles my thickness as I walk us to the bedroom. The friction of our bodies is so tempting I barely make it without pressing her against the wall, but I’m determined to make her first time less animalistic than my body wants.

I lay us both on the bed so she’s resting on my chest and run my hands over her thighs, her hips, her ass. But instead of relaxing under my touch the way I’m expecting her to, she goes stiff.

“Is this too fast?” I stroke her cheek.

“No, I just…why aren’t we naked?”

My cock lurches painfully in my pants, totally on board with picking up the pace. “You want to see my body again?” I tease. She nods sheepishly, and with a grin I sit us both up so she’s straddling my lap. I pull my shirt over my head and watch her heated eyes roam over my skin. My dick lurches again, and those gray eyes snap to mine when she feels it. But instead of shifting off me, which I’m half expecting her to do out of nervousness, she presses closer, rolling her hips to grind along my length. Holy fuck!

Using all the control I can muster, I lift her sweater over her head, revealing a pair of full, round tits cradled in soft pink lace. I want to admire them like this, but I’m too eager to see her bare for the first time. There is no part of the female body I don’t like, but tits are my absolute favorite. I reach behind her and undo the clasp so her bra falls away, getting my first glimpse of her dusky pink nipples against her creamy skin.

“Perfect.” I sigh. “Just perfect.” I rub the tip of my finger over the pert bud, barely making contact, but generating enough friction that she gives me a breathy little moan. I’ve never been this gentle, but it’s now my new favorite pace because it seems to be driving Sam wild. Her eyes are closed, head tilted back, breath coming in raspy waves that make her breasts rise and fall sensuously. Damn.

I could watch this for hours. Days. Having her incredible tits so close to my mouth is too much temptation, and I can’t resist the urge to feel them against my tongue.

Sam bucks in my lap when my mouth closes over her nipple, her breathy cry shooting straight to my dick. I suck her gently as I tease her other nipple with my thumb, increasing the pressure when she starts to pant.

“Oh. Oh, god,” she moans. I pull back, cupping a breast in each hand and molding them under my palm, pushing them together to admire how full they look. The way she moves her body to increase the contact, the way her breath catches under my touch. I’ve never felt such desire from watching someone else. She’s mesmerizing.

“Colt,” She sighs huskily. I take that as my cue that she’s ready for more.

Gently, I roll her off me so she’s lying on the bed, the top half of her beautiful body fully exposed. I drop tiny kisses along her collarbone, between her breasts, over her stomach, until I’ve reached her waistband. I carefully unfasten her pants and pull them off, pausing to take in the siren on my bed.

“Why are you stopping?” She inhales shakily.

“I just need a minute to admire you honey.” I undo my own pants and stroke my shaft, unable to hold back any longer.

“Don’t take too long,” she pleads, her eyes never leaving my cock.

I fucking love her enthusiasm, the way she gives herself completely to the pleasure she’s feeling, but I can’t ravage her. Even gentle lovemaking is likely to hurt her, so we have to take this slow.

“Bend your knees, Honey. Spread your legs.” I use my hands to help her reach the position I want. “This will hurt in the beginning, but I think if we can make you come first that’ll help with the pain.”

She bites her lip and nods.

“I’m going to rub my cock on your clit.” I get into position between her legs, letting my erection rest against her center. “I want you to relax and just enjoy how it feels. Let yourself come.” I slowly pull back, letting myself slip between her folds. Before the tip disappears between her lips, I push forward, sliding my length along her swollen center. She’s fucking drenched, and feeling that slippery heat on my skin damn near makes me lose my mind. But her pleasure is the goal, so I grit my teeth and keep moving, talking her through every second, not because I think she needs direction, but because I get off on it.

“You feel me Sam? You feel how hard I am for you? I feel how wet you are for me. It’s fucking heaven. You feel it too, right?”

“Yes,” she moans as she lifts her hips to meet my thrust.

“That’s it, beautiful. Rub that pussy on me. Use my cock to find your pleasure.”

I bite back a groan as she does just that, rolling her hips against me to find the angle she likes.

I’ve only slept with one or two virgins a lifetime ago, but my memory of those experiences are nothing like what’s happening now. Sam’s not lost in her head, worried about how she should move or what she should do that she’s damn near frozen. She’s taking her cues from her body, getting lost in the sensation of how we feel together, much like she did that first night by the pool. I don’t know where that comes from, particularly since she seemed to fight her reactions the first few times I saw her, but I love that she’s not fighting anymore. I love that she trusts me to make her feel good.

“Are you close, Honey?” I ask when her thrusts become more urgent.

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