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“Do for me?” I smirk, sliding my hands down to her hips, sinking my hands into her fullness. “I can think of lots of things. But I’m more interested in whatIcan do foryou.”
She moans in the sexiest way, like part of her is shy, and the other knows she needs this. Her hand tightens on my chest, fingernails scraping my skin through my shirt.
“We can’t have sex,” she says, averting her gaze, which only makes me want to kiss her more. “I…I promised myself that my first time would be special.”
I take a step back, the weight of her words slamming into me, making my thoughts spin into the future.
“You’ve never been with a man,” I say.
She shakes her head slowly, biting her lip. “I’m a virgin. So, just so you know…I won’t be able to have a quickie or anything like that.”
I move forward again, returning my hands to her hips, then pull her roughly against me. She gasps as I press the massive rock-hard length of my cock against her belly.
“Does this feel like I want you less?” I growl.
“But Ican’t,” she murmurs. “Not now, not like this.”
“I understand.” I slip my hand around to her belly, smoothing down to her sex. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make your virgin pussy all nice and wet for me, does it, Freya? That doesn’t mean you can’t be the obedient, horny virgin you are and cream for me.”
She makes another whimpering noise, my length on fire with all the precome and closeness.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Freya
I should tell him to stop, especially with mom and Julie downstairs.
I’m not sure how mom would react to this relationship, connection, fling, whatever the heck it is. Maybe she would think he’s too old for me, though Dad was fifteen years older than her.
Or maybe she’d tell me to slow down. I don’t know this man.
I shouldn’t feel so instantly comfortable kissing him, and I shouldn’t feelhungryas he starts massaging my sex over my jeans.
It’s like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this man, this stranger, as though the butterfly on my wrist wasn’t just a tribute to my dad but a way to bring us together.
A way for him to kill me.
Fine, but he chose to keep me safe, and now he’s rubbing me so freaking fast I feel like I’m going to lose control. I thought he'd stop when I told him I was a virgin.
It seemed clear he wanted to have sex.
But he’s already agreed we won’t go that far, all the way. He wants to make me….
I can’t finish the thought when he breaks off the kiss, rubbing me even quicker as he stares down at me.
He moves fast, sweeping me off my feet and cradling me to his chest. I throw my arms around him and hold on tight, feeling the muscles in his neck, his throbbing chest pressing against me.
“Your shoulder,” I whisper.
“I’d need a lot more than a bloody shoulder to stop now, Freya. I can fuckingsmellhow badly your young inexperienced body wants this.”
I giggle, feeling like I’m floating as he carries me down the hallway. He does it so easily, showing no sign I’m too heavy ortooanything.
With Felix, I feel as though I’m exactly who I’m supposed to be, no more and no less.
Caution tells me to slow my thinkingwaydown. He’s told me he feels more passionate about me than he has with any other woman. And he doesn’t care that I’m a virgin.
But that doesn’t mean all the things I wish it did.
