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Gwen raises her chin, meeting my gaze, and clear as day, she says, “I’m ready.”
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Gwendolyn
Caleb looks surprised. I carefully extract myself from his arms and move toward the bedroom. I hope I look more confident than I feel. I want to be sexy and mysterious, but I have a feeling I’m coming across silly and clumsy.
I clear my throat and look over my shoulder to find Caleb watching my every move. “I need a few minutes. Then come find me.” Oh, I’m so proud of myself. My voice never faltered.
Safely in Caleb’s bedroom, I take a moment to look around. Pretty gray-blue walls, a dark king-size oak bed, and amazing art on the walls. The deep blue bedspread with hues of deep brown adds a masculine touch and yet looks very chic.
I see my bag on the chair off to one side. I rummage through it, grabbing my toothbrush, hairbrush, and sexy nightie, and go to the adjoining bathroom. My belly flutters with excitement. I have no idea what I’m doing. Hopefully, my inexperience won’t put Caleb off, but I know I want this.
I brush out my hair one last time and take one last look in the mirror. The pale rose nightie has thin spaghetti straps, exposing a good amount of skin. Maybe a little too much. It barely covers my upper thighs.
I gather my courage and open the door, only to find Caleb reclining on the bed, shirtless and wearing a pair of low-hanging pajama bottoms. His defined abs look positively irresistible. I’m sure I’m drooling and also suddenly feel extremely self-conscious of how buff he is and how much I am not.
I’m not ashamed of my body. I’m not nor ever will be a size zero. I have curves! Hips, ass, and breasts. I hated them my entire teenage life, but my mother would say I would grow to appreciate the God-given gifts I’ve been bestowed.
Considering the way Caleb’s looking at me right now, I’m thinking that the time Mom mentioned has come. Hungry wolf eyes scan me up and down. It’s unsettling and exciting at the same time. I grip the doorframe tighter when Caleb’s smooth, low voice rumbles my name.
“Gwen, babe, come to me.”
Is it possible to have an orgasm at the sound of a man calling your name? Not just any man—my man, of course!
I take a tentative step forward, my legs feeling shaky as I approach the edge of the bed. His steady hand takes mine and guides me onto the soft mattress, on my knees, lowers me beside him on my side. His fingers trace a path from my shoulder, down over my arm, then stop at my waist, holding me there.
A electric shiver courses through me, one that Caleb feels too.
“Do I scare you?” he asks.
I shake my head and murmur, “No.”
“Then why are you trembling?” He brushes his lips on my neck, where he must feel the pulsating throb.
“I’m not very good at this,” I whisper. How do you tell a man that you’ve never actually indulged in sex? I would have if I had met anyone worth my time, but between caring for Zaira, then trying to put my life together after she passed, there hasn’t been an opportunity to date.
A smile flickers over his lips. “We’ll take it slow. Anything you don’t like, all you have to do is tell me, and we’ll stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” I know I’m a novice, but I do know that I want to be with Caleb. I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’ve dreamt about Caleb in my bed, kissing me, touching me, and making love to me.
“That’s good, baby.” He moves a strap off my shoulder and kisses me there, then eases me down onto my back. As he hovers over me, his hot mouth trails a path down to my collarbone, then he pushes the bodice of my nightie down and takes a nipple into his mouth. A searing heat runs through me, and wetness forms between my thighs.
He laves one breast, then the other, and manages to push my nightie to my hips, leaving me exposed from the waist up. I cling to his shoulders, moaning at every touch as he explores.
I want to give him as much pleasure as he’s giving me. “What can I do for you?” I whisper.
Caleb stops immediately, his eyes penetrating mine. I’ve made a mistake. I should have kept quiet. No one wants a virgin idiot. I can’t take it back, and I know that he’s now well aware of my lack of experience with men.
I want to scramble off the bed, run into the bathroom, and hide. The moment I move, Caleb holds me to him. “Slow down, my doe. I can see the panic on your face.” He takes my hand and slides it between us. He wraps my hand around his hard cock. “Feel me.”
Slipping my hand into his pants, I run my fingers over his member. I feel the smoothness of his skin. He covers my hand with his and shows me what he likes. When he groans, then takes my mouth in a devouring kiss, I know I’m doing something right.
“That’s enough,” he moans, moving my hand away. Without giving me a chance to ask why, he yanks my nightie down over my hips and then off. His bottoms follow and his fingers start inching my tiny panties down over my legs, very slowly.
“Caleb,” I say breathlessly. He doesn’t bother to answer. He licks his lips like a salacious wolf about to attack his prey. He spreads my legs apart. His gaze is glued to my very wet pussy as he fits himself between my legs. He widens my thighs even more, his fingers spreading my pussy open.
“You can’t,” I say, more out of embarrassment than anything else. I want him to, but I heard that men don’t enjoy this.
