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My cheeks burst into flame when I realize what I’ve just said, but I don’t take it back because it’s true.
Vincent chuckles. Then he buries his face in the crook of my neck and groans again. “Okay, fuck. Well, if that’s what you want… We can stop anytime, okay? There’s a lot of stuff we haven’t done. We don’t need to jump right into the main event.”
“No, not right into it.” I slide my hand between us and softly press my finger under his chin, applying just a little bit of pressure so he knows I want him to lift his head, and when he does, I smile at him. “That’s the beauty of this. Everyone else is busy, and I doubt anyone is going to come looking for us, but if they do, we’ll just ignore them. I want to do all those things we haven’t done, and then we can get to the main event.”
After searching my eyes for a long beat, he nods. “Okay, then. As long as you’re sure and you remember that we can stop anytime.”
Almost as if I can see the doubt and uncertainty as it vanishes from his mind, his gaze becomes darker. Heavier.Hungrier. But it’s somehow also still filled with love.
With slow movements, he starts undressing me, moving my hair to the side to kiss the side of my neck and the tops of my shoulders. I tense when he’s pulling my bikini bottoms off me, knowing I’m about to be exposed to him in a way I’ve never really been exposed to anyone before.
Do I still want this? Yes. But I’m also suddenly wondering if the sight of me naked is going to drive home what we’re really doing here and send him running from the room. I’ve seen a lot of the girls he’s been with, and they’re all super gorgeous. A few have been real-life supermodels.
But Vincent being Vincent, he reads me like an open book and presses his rock-hard erection into my stomach. “You’re beautiful, Liv. You’re so fucking sexy that I’m dying over here.”
Bringing his hands up, he takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezes softly. An involuntary gasp slides out of me. It’s the first time I’m feeling the heat of the pads of his fingers directly on my skin, and it’s amazing. So different from when I feel my own fingers there.
“I’ve been hearing that fucking sound in my dreams, I swear,” he murmurs. “It’s been driving me crazy. All I’ve been able to think about every night is making you make it again and again.”
“You’ve been dreaming about this?” I ask, and he lets out a husky chuckle.
“Yeah, I’ve been dreaming about this. When you knocked, I was about two minutes away from jerking off in the shower because of it.”
While he speaks, he licks a path along my neck, reassuring me in a voice that’s becoming breathier as he punctuates his words with kisses. “Fuck, Liv. You taste so fucking good. Like sunshine and days on the beach. I can’t wait to get a taste of your pussy.”
My stomach clenches as he keeps talking.
“It’s killing me to take things this slow. It killed me not to be able to touch you before. I think I’m probably going to come as soon as I feel or taste you for the first time. Even if you don’t touch me, love.”
The term of endearment makes the last of my worries evaporate, reassuring me that he really does love me and want me.
Vincent smiles, then lets his eyes drop once I’m completely naked, sucking in a quick breath when he sees my bare breasts and all the other parts of me that are now completely bared to him for the first time. He leans in, presses a soft kiss to my lips, and brings his hands up to palm my breasts.
My nipples turn hard under his hands, and every stroke of his thumbs over them echoes all the way to my core.
“Are these sensitive?” he asks. “Do you like this?”
I nod, my teeth tugging my lower lip as I try to hold back my moans. Just as I knew it would be, it’s so much better when he touches me than when I’ve touched myself. One of his hands slides down my side to my thigh and massages the soft skin there before moving slowly to cup my mound.
“Fuck, Olivia. Do you have any idea how wet you are right now?” He groans against my mouth as he slides just the tip of a finger into me. “Holy shit, that’s fucking tight.”
I gasp, pleasure racing through me as my fingernails dig into his shoulders. I’m losing myself in sensation already, and he’s only using the tip of one damn finger. Shivering as I arch my hips into his hand for more, I try to relax as he pushes his finger farther into me, stroking me into a frenzy even though I know he’s barely even touched me. When his thumb presses down gently on my clit, I moan loudly, my muscles tensing and my toes already threatening to curl.
I haven’t even touched him at all, and I’m almost ready to come. It’s not fair, but I also don’t want him to stop. Maybe not ever. As long as he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing, I’ll stay right here for the rest of my life. At the same time, I’m not sure what to do about the storm he’s whipping up inside of me. I’ve never felt anything remotely like it, and it doesn’t just feel like I’m going to come. It feels like the orgasm is going to tear me apart with the force in which it's coming at me.
My breathing has turned into panting, and uncontrollable gasps come out of me as I moan and whimper, knowing I should probably be embarrassed by the reactions, but I’m not. Vincent knows no one else has ever really touched me before, and I’m willing to bet good money that he’s loving this. So I don’t even try to hide any of it from him.
The truth is I knew it would probably be intense to be touched by someone else, but I wasn’t expecting it to feel like this. I don’t know if it’s just because he’s as experienced as he is, but everything he’s doing is just blowing my ever-loving mind.
“Just relax for me, baby,” Vincent whispers into my ear, his fingers still working their magic between my legs.
The pleasure mounting inside me is becoming almost impossible to comprehend. I honestly didn’t know I could feel anything like this.
When I try to squeeze my thighs together, his free hand goes for them immediately, and he spreads them open again. He’s lying next to me now, his weight held up on an elbow as he slides a powerful leg over mine to keep me from clamping my thighs shut around his hand.
Bringing his head forward again, he lays a hard, fast kiss on my lips. “Don’t fight it, my love. Just let go for me. I’ve got you. I promise you that I’ve got you, Liv.”
“I can’t,” I whimper, writhing against him as I try to gain some control over the storm brewing in my body. “It’s too much. Too soon.”
