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“For a virgin, you’re awfully eager,” he said as he nipped her jaw.
“Have all your other virgins been terrified ofthat?” she asked, pointing to his hardness.
He went down on his elbows, his chest grazing hers, and cupped her face in his hands. The tender look in his eyes spoke to that current of longing, pulled it closer to the surface. He leaned over and pressed another kiss to her lips. “I want to take this slow. If you’re going to give me the honor of being your first, I want to make it memorable.”
She blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. She wouldn’t be making a good case for her ability to stay emotionally detached if she cried before they’d even had sex.
“Well...thank you.”
He chuckled then sank to press his body flush against hers. The sensuality of feeling his naked skin, of being able to run her hands over his arms, his back, up his neck and into his hair to bring his face back to hers for a more intense kiss, thrilled her.
Slowly, he kissed his way along her neck, back over her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, brought them to his mouth and nipped and licked all over with excruciating thoroughness, before continuing over her belly.
When his fingers settled on the edge of her thong, he paused. She looked at him and caught her breath. His eyes burned, dark mahogany in flames.
“I want to taste you.”
Thank goodness she was lying down, because otherwise her knees would have collapsed at his words. She nodded once. His fingers skimmed beneath the material, slowly rolled it down her hips and over her thighs as he continued to press kisses to the sensitive skin of her legs.
And then she was just as naked as he was. Shyness crept in but didn’t have time to linger and spread as Antonio moved back up her body. His hands settled on her thighs, gently parted them. Anticipation kept her body strung taut as a bowstring. When he kissed herthere, her hips lifted off the bed as she cried out.
“Antonio!”
How was it possible to feel such pleasure? His tongue drove her mad, spiraling her higher and higher. She should be embarrassed to have her most intimate places bared to him, but it felt too good, felt too right, for her to dwell on that when the ecstasy was building with such intensity she could barely catch her breath.
The pleasure burst and she cried out his name again, her hands fisting in his hair as her hips pumped against his mouth. Then, slowly, her body dipped back to the bed as she went limp, cocooned by Antonio’s warmth on top of her and the silk of his bed beneath her. Her eyes drifted shut as a smile curved her lips. She’d deal with the emotions later, because they were most certainly there, stronger than before, circling in the wake of the most intense passion she’d ever experienced.
Later. Because right now she was going to be glad she took the risk. For the rest of her life, she would never regret asking Antonio to take her to bed. Not when he’d given her such an incredible gift.
“That was...”
“Just the beginning.”
Her eyes flew open to see him tearing open a condom packet. He sheathed his hard length, his gaze never leaving hers. She started to sit up. Curiosity and a hint of wickedness made her reach out and wrap her fingers around him. His breath hissed out. Before she could explore further, he tumbled her back onto the comforter.
“Later.” Another searing kiss that rekindled the flames in her body. “Right now, I want to be inside you.”
She swallowed hard, nodded. His hardness touched the delicate folds where his mouth had just been, her flesh even more sensitive. She arched up against him and he groaned, pushing slightly inside her.
Huh. She’d always heard the first time hurt, but this didn’t, it felt naughty and sensual and so—
“Oh!”
As he slid further in, a pressure built, followed by a stinging sensation. This time her cry was sharp as her hands grabbed onto his arms and she winced.
“I’m sorry, Anna.” He paused, kissing her forehead. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, just...” She sucked in a shuddering breath. “Hurts.”
“I’ve heard there can be pain sometimes, yes.”
“Okay. Okay.” Another breath. “Just...slow.”
His head came down, his lips brushing her temple as he whispered something in Spanish. The deep timbre of his voice wound around her, the lilting phrases of his native tongue relaxing her taut muscles and distracting her from the pain. Each movement of his body was accompanied by a kiss. By the time he’d slid fully inside her, he’d kissed every inch of her face, from the tip of her nose to the shell of her ear.
“How does this feel?”
She wiggled around a little, adjusting to the sensation. He grimaced.
