ere, contemplating life.
“It’s nice. I love the bed. Is it hand-carved.”
“Take a closer look; it’s metal.” He nodded for me to go ahead and he stayed put as I walked across the room to get a better look.
“Impressive.” It truly was. I had never seen anything like it, and the entire structure must weigh a ton. “How’d you get it up here?” I trailed my fingers along the vines that wrapped around the heavy columns. The entire bed reminded me of a wrought iron gate with roses and thorny stems, intricate and beautiful.
He chuckled and stepped closer. “You’re the only person who has ever asked that.” He took a deep breath as if it were a long story. “Let’s just say that sometimes it helps to be so wealthy. I had to do a bit of structural research, and then I hired the artist to build it right where it stands.”
“That’s amazing. It must have taken her forever.”
He gave me an incredulous look. “How did you know it was a woman?”
“Because of the lines. It feels strong but still feminine.” He seemed impressed that I’d caught that detail.
“Then you’ll be a perfect fit.” He took my hand and stepped closer.
“Why do you think that?”
“Oh, I know it from all you’ve told me. You’re a beautiful, strong young lady, Carrie.” He cupped my chin and then tilted it upward as he leaned forward to meet my mouth with a gentle kiss.
I didn’t move at first, not because I didn’t want him to kiss me, but because I was afraid I’d ruin the moment. Then his hand landed in the small of my back and nudged me forward, deepening the kiss, and I melted into him.
Without stopping, he turned us around and walked me back to the bed, and as my bottom hit the side of the tall mattress, I put my hand on his chest and pushed, hoping he’d stop.
He glanced down at my hand and gave me a curious look. “Is there something wrong?”
“I just feel there’s something I should tell you.”
His brows lifted and he took a step back to give me space. I could tell that he was less than enthused and probably thought that I was about to turn him down.
“I told you I’m not very experienced, but the truth is, I have no experience.”
His brows lifted in surprise and he took a step back, folding his arms across his broad chest and walking toward the window. He got about ten steps away and then walked back, shaking his head. “This was something you could have told me before.”
“I’m sorry, I thought you knew what I meant when I said I wasn’t experienced, but then I thought I should make sure.”
He stepped close. “It’s not that it’s a bad thing. It’s just that I have certain ways and if I’d—”
He looked away and then raked his hand through his hair. “If I’d taken you, as I would someone else, I could have hurt you. I’m not into hurting women like that. I truly want this to be as enjoyable for you as it is me.” His arm came around me and then he leaned closer. “I’m glad you told me, and I’ll take it slow. But I understand if you want to back out.”
“No.” I couldn’t afford airfare back home, and despite everything, I was hot for him. “I want you.”
“Mm. That’s what I want to hear, angel.”
I figured he came up with the nickname because of my purity, but I didn’t mind it. Hearing it roll off his lips gave me a tingle, and no one had ever given me a pet name before.
I wondered what I should call him. The contract forbade us knowing each other’s last names. “If you call me Angel, then what should I call you?”
“Chance or Sir, and I’ll tell how and when to use which.” He climbed up on the bed and held out his hand, and I climbed up to join him. The bed was not only large, but it was tall and very cushy.
Chance placed a hand on my chest and encouraged me to lay back. I wished I known what to do and scrambled to think, but then as he came forward and kissed me, I lay back and nestled down atop the duvet.
His mouth was soft against mine, and then he slipped his hand down into my dress and cupped my breast. I took in a sharp breath as his thumb brushed against my nipple, and then he pinched it sending an aching throb straight to my pussy.
I’d pleasured myself many times, but had not penetrated for fear I’d hurt myself, so when he slipped his hand down into my panties, I grew nervous. Instead of fingering me though, he rubbed against my bare mound which was still tender from the waxing he’d requested per my contractual agreement. I hadn’t had much hair, to begin with, but now I was as smooth as rose petals.
“I see you follow instructions, which is going to make this time for us so much more fun.” He stroked my tender bud, and I shuddered beneath him, my legs suddenly scissoring together uncontrollably.