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As I leaned in close, my lips nearly touching the shell of her ear, I whispered harshly "Mmm, I hear you sweetheart, but I'll be setting the pace here." A deep, shuddering moan escaped Chloe's chest and I could feel her melt into me, seeking safety and connection. Our touches and kisses were an exquisite torture as we slowly built to our peak.
Her intoxicating scent filled the air, driving my desire higher with every breath. Her eyes fluttered shut and I expertly massaged her clit. Chloe moved in time with my movements, pushing us closer and closer to the edge of pleasure until it was almost unbearable.
But still I kept control, conveying with my steady touch that Chloe's needs would always come first. As we entwined together in passion, our combined energy culminating in a climax, I felt Chloe's touch soften on my skin.
She paused and looked deeply into my gaze.
"Stephen," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly, "There's something I want to tell you--something that I've never told anyone before. My gaze locks onto hers, commanding her to continue. I'm not one for false promises—she can trust me. With a firmer tone, I assure her, “Chloe, whatever it is you want to tell me, I am here for you.”
Her fingers fidget atop the bedsheets, and she takes a deep breath before summoning up her courage. "I . . . I'm a virgin," she admits in an embarrassed voice. We both pause for a moment as she quickly explains why this is the case.
Raising my eyebrows in surprise, I sit upright on the bed and realize that if we go any further, I'd be the one to take away her innocence. A part of me feels empowered at the thought of being her first real sexual partner while another part remains anxious at the implications of what this could mean for us.
"Your decision is something to be admired," I respond in a deeper tone, with more authority resonating through my words. Her face still glows with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, and I move closer to her until our bodies are touching. Without breaking eye contact, I add, "Thank you for trusting me enough to share such an intimate detail." Emotions stir within me—admiration for her courage.
Beneath the subtle light of the room, I see something different in Chloe's eyes. She wants something meaningful from this encounter between us. I lock eyes with Chloe, my gaze unwavering. She's nervous, I can tell, but that only adds fuel to the fire inside me. "Don't worry about a thing, angel. Our connection is stronger than any physical desire." My hand grips hers possessively and I bring it up to my lips, kissing her knuckles softly. She smiles at me, a small flicker of hope in her eyes. "I'm glad," she says. "I don't want this to be just about sex." "Believe me," I growl lowly, leaning in closer to her. "It's not just about sex for me." Her breath hitches as I reach out and cup her chin, turning her face towards mine. "I see you," I say fiercely. "The real you. And goddamn if it doesn't make me feel alive." Chloe nods slowly, understanding dawning on her features. "it's not just about physical pleasure for me."
She bites her lip nervously, clearly taken aback by my assertiveness. But I press on, taking her hand firmly and locking our fingers together. "Thank you," she whispers. "For what?" I ask as I search her eyes. "For seeing me," she replies simply. We sit like that for a long moment, the tension thick between us. "Chloe, We don’t need anything else tonight. I want you to be comfortable with me and we can take it slow if that’s what you want." She looks at me, her eyes searching mine.
"But Stephen, are you sure you want to- to proceed? I’ll understand if you don’t want to . . ." She’s wringing her hands together and biting her lips in nervousness. A sight that tugs at my heart in a strange way.
I trail my fingers along her soft cheek as I search for the right words to tell her what I'm feeling. My thumb traces the contours of her face, and I look deeply into her eyes. "Chloe, there is so much more to you than just your physical beauty. It's also your mind -- your strength, will, and intelligence that attract me.
"A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as if she knows we are both realizing something new in this moment. "Do you really mean it?" She asks, a flicker of hope lighting up her gaze.I nod solemnly and reach out to take her hands in mine.
"Yes, I find all of you incredibly alluring," I reply, adding gently, "We'll take it as slow as you need." In that moment, my heart opens and my view of Chloe shifts from one clouded by our past to one full of admiration and respect for the woman standing before me.
Her hopes, dreams, vulnerabilities, and desires become vivid in my mind. An intense urge wells up within me -- a need to get closer to Chloe on an emotional level as well as physical. We embrace tightly and share a glance that speaks volumes. We embrace, not just as two bodies entwined, but as two souls yearning for connection and meaning.
Chapter nine
Chloe
Istepofftheelevator and enter the bustling newsroom, my mind still filled with memories of the island and that intense night I shared with Stephen. The experience has left an indelible mark on me, deepening my respect and desire for him. As I walk through the busy office, I catch glimpses of familiar faces, my fellow reporters engrossed in their work, their voices blending into a symphony of news and deadlines.
Approaching my desk, I notice Jonathan making his way towards Stephen, a sly smile playing on his lips. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans against Stephen's desk, clearly intending to probe into our time on the island.
"So, Stephen," Jonathan begins, his voice filled with barely contained curiosity, "did anything interesting happen between you and Chloe on that secluded island?"
I can feel the tension in the air, and I exchange a quick glance with Stephen, unsure of how he will respond. Stephen's face remains composed, his tone steady as he replies, "Our focus was on the investigation, Jonathan. Our relationship was purely professional."
I can't help but feel a mix of relief and disappointment wash over me. Relief that Stephen is maintaining the boundary we had agreed upon, not divulging the details of our connection, but disappointment that our shared moments are confined to secrecy, shielded from prying eyes.
Jonathan raises an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Come on, Stephen, I've known you for years. I can see it in your eyes, the way you look at her. Don't tell me there's nothing there."
Stephen's gaze remains steady, his voice firm. "Jonathan, I assure you, we were there to do a job. Any personal feelings were put aside for the sake of our professional assignment."
I feel a pang of both longing and frustration. The unspoken truth hangs in the air. But Stephen's commitment to professionalism is unyielding, and I respect his decision to keep our budding relationship hidden from prying eyes.
Jonathan, seemingly unsatisfied with Stephen's response, brushes it off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Well, if you say so. But I know what I saw. Just be careful, my friend. These things have a way of catching up with you."
With that cryptic warning, Jonathan walks away, leaving an uncomfortable silence in his wake. I turn to Stephen, searching his face for any signs of what he truly feels, but his expression is a masterful mask of composure. It's clear that he is determined to uphold the boundaries we've set, regardless of the personal turmoil it may cause.
But of course, the awkward encounters don't end there.
After hearing Jonathan and his suggestive remarks, I find myself navigating the newsroom with a lingering unease. As I gather my notes and prepare myself for the day's assignments, I notice Nick approaching, a smirk playing on his lips. Of course, the prick’s here, I think nastily. He's always had a knack for picking up on the slightest hint of gossip.
"Hey there, Chloe," he says, his voice dripping with a mixture of curiosity and mischief. "Heard you and Stephen had quite the adventure on that island. Care to share any juicy details?"
