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I don’t know.
She trapped the answer in her throat. And flattened her palms against the ridged muscles, stalling for time. She didn’t know how to answer that question; no man had ever seen her naked before, let alone touched her, stroked her.
His thumb found the bundle of nerves again and she moaned, jerking her hips towards the intimate torture.
‘You like that?’ he asked as his thumb circled, not quite touching her again where she needed.
‘Yes, yes, please do it again.’ She didn’t care any more about the naked need in her voice, the raw desperation. She wanted to feel that glorious release once more.
‘Can I touch you, too?’ she asked.
The deep groan against her neck felt like a benediction. ‘Oui.’
She slid her hand down his chest, feeling the muscles quiver. His whole body shook as she wrapped her fingers around the stiff column of flesh. She had a moment of panic as she gauged his size, his girth and the steely strength beneath the velvet-soft skin. How would anything that large and hard ever fit inside her?
But then his thumb found that devastating spot between her thighs and every thought flew out of her head.
She stroked him as he stroked her. But where his caresses were firm and assured, her movements were jerky and uncertain. Still she took pleasure in his shudder when her thumb found the bead of moisture at the head of his erection. She could feel his passion building as the coil at her core twisted and tightened. Her knees fell open, her hips angling forward, in a wanton display of need she couldn’t control. Her fingers gripped his rigid flesh as one blunt finger entered her, sinking into the tight flesh, his thumb still working her into a frenzy.
‘You are very tight. It has been a while, yes?’ he asked.
She nodded. Because what else could she say? It was a lifetime since she’d felt this good.
He swore softly in French, his hips driving into her hand, the hard flesh getting longer, thicker.
‘Come for me again, ma chérie,’ he demanded, and just like that the wave slammed into her, flinging her over that final peak.
She let out a hoarse moan as she fell to earth, sinking into the glorious oblivion. But as the afterglow settled over her like a glittering cloud, her fingers flexed on the erection. He was still rigid, still huge.
Leaning over her, he fumbled in the bedside drawer, the rip of foil was loud enough to be heard over her staggered breathing.
Lifting her hand from his erection, he kissed the knuckles. ‘I cannot wait any longer,’ he murmured, the urgency sending new ripples of longing through her exhausted flesh.
He rolled on the condom, then grasped her hips.
She felt the head of his erection probe, before he thrust deep.
Rending pain seared through her and she choked off a sob.
‘Merde!’ He reared back.
She bit into her lip to stop the cry of pain. Intense pleasure had turned to shock and discomfort, but far worse than the soreness where his erection was lodged deep inside her was the look of pure horror that shadowed Dominic’s face.
He knew.
The thought doused the heat, until all that was left was the chill of his disapproval.
Of course, he knew. Why had she thought he wouldn’t notice? A man with his experience, who had probably slept with dozens of women.
She shifted, trying to adjust to the thick length inside her, hoping to regain the desire that had disappeared in a rush. But his fingers flexed on her hips, and he flinched.
‘Don’t move,’ he groaned. ‘I don’t want to hurt you more.’
‘It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt.’
‘Don’t lie,’ he said, his gaze shadowed now, the horror replaced with surprise and something that looked like guilt. ‘I am your first. Is this not the case?’
She wanted to lie, to take the guilt out of his expression. But how could she, when it was clearly obvious?
