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Moan?
Maybe that one was a little loud.
But I can’t wait any longer. As much as I would like to draw this out, I need to finish it before we get caught. I find that one spot that made her moan before and swirl my tongue around it again, faster, faster, faster–
She cries out a full moan as she comes, her whole body tensing and jerking under my hands, her sex flooding me with her juices and exploding on my tongue. I angle it inside for one last taste, one feel of those muscles tightening around me rhythmically, and then I move away. I get to my feet fast, knowing there’s a good chance someone will have heard us. I wait, tense, but no one comes.
I watch her face, how her eyes slowly open again, how she blinks a few times like a newborn foal coming out into the world. Unsteady on her legs. How a glow seems to suffuse her now, making her flushed and contented.
Beautiful.
I lean down to kiss her, more chaste this time because if I do anything more we might never leave this place. “Good enough to keep you going until tomorrow?” I ask.
“Yes,” she murmurs breathily – just that – like she can’t manage to bring herself to say anything more sensible.
I chuckle in her ear, then take her hand. Turning, I press my eye to the tiny crack in the doorframe and look through it, seeing as much as I can. The corridor appears to be clear, at least as much as I can make out.
We steal out into the hall and then out – passing a bemused tour guide at the entrance, waiting for his next group, before bursting out into laughter further down the street.
Chapter Fifteen
Gabby
“His face, though,” I say, shaking my head. I still can’t believe it all really happened. Somehow, talking about it again makes it more real. Like if I say it out loud and Oz agrees with me, it must have actually happened to both of us and not just in my imagination.
“I’m sure he’s going to see worse – or get up to worse, himself,” Oz grinned. “He’s a university student, after all.”
That brings me down towards earth a little more. I wonder if all students are like that. If Oz expects that I should be like that. He already knows I’m a virgin now, which is one thing out of the way, but…
“Your main courses,” the waiter says, interrupting us and making me jump. I didn’t even see him walking over to our table. I guess I was too wrapped up in the conversation – and in my own nerves.
Part of me thinks we should just do this thing now. Because if we don’t, maybe overnight he’ll realize how young I am and how I’m not at all right for him.
I wish I could shake these fears, but they just keep coming back. Because I’m so much younger than him. Because I’m so inexperienced. Because… Well, because, just look at him. After the way he made me feel earlier, I can’t imagine that he doesn’t have a line of women coming out of his door every morning just wanting to get to know him better.
And what possible competition could I be?
“This looks delicious,” Oz says, breaking me out of my thoughts again. I manage to smile and nod, picking up my knife and fork.
“It does,” I say, with some relief. I’m glad I managed to convince him to come to a bit less of an upscale place. It doesn’t make me feel as bad that he’s paying for everything – though I still feel bad. But he wouldn’t hear of me using my vacation money to pay for dinner, even when I pointed out that I saved a day’s meal yesterday.
“Not as delicious as you, though,” Oz says, putting the first bite of food in his mouth and chewing it through a roguish smile.
I almost dropped my knife and fork.
He laughed at me once he’d swallowed his bite, reaching over to brush his fingers over the back of my hand and then going back to his food. It was such a familiar gesture, a loving touch, the kind of thing I hadn’t at all expected. It was intimate. It made my breath catch in my throat. I start to eat my meal slowly, praying for my heart rate to return to normal at some point so I didn’t feel so much like I was going to die.
Of happiness, probably.
“What are we doing after this?” I ask, just to try and return the conversation to something normal. Well, okay, not normal. Because the question, and the meaning behind it, has my heart racing in a new way. Like I have no control over anything in my body anymore. The thought of spending more time with him – of going to bed with him – almost makes me want to explode.
