She makes a whimpering sound when my hands tighten on her shoulders. I instantly loosen them, immediately sorry for hurting her. She's right. I am totally crazy. About her.
"But why?" she whispers just as the elevator dings and the doors open. "It's not like I'm your girlfriend or anything."
I back her out of the elevator and straight up against the wall, every fiber of my being screaming within me to make her understand the depth of what I feel for her.
"No, you're not." I see the flash of pain in her eyes before I add, "You're not my girlfriend, Sophie. You're my everything. Jesus, baby, how many times do I have to tell you? I want everything with you. I want you all of you."
I make sure to dispel any notions of other women, wanting to erase my entire past so that I've never been with anyone else. "Only you. No one else."
I grip the nape of her neck, my fingers sliding through her silky red hair. "Stop running from me. Let me show you."
She's staring up at me with wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. I see her lips part, and I take that for an invitation whether it is or not. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her even if I wanted to.
My lips move toward hers of their own accord, and then I'm tasting her vanilla sugary sweetness once again.
"Let me have you, Sophie," I whisper against her lips in between kissing her. "Please, I'm begging you." I have no shame anymore. I'll get down on my knees if that's what she wants, but I've got to have her. I'm going to go insane if I don't.
I feel the moment she relaxes and gives herself over to me. I feel it in the way she melts into me and starts tentatively kissing me back.
It's the first time she's kissed me back, and I almost lose it and jizz in my pants right then and there. I'm so hard that I could bust through concrete right now.
I scoop her up in my arms, never taking my lips off hers as I walk us to the door of my presidential suite. I take the key card out of my pocket and swipe it over the sensor before opening the door and carrying her straight to the bedroom.
She looks around dazedly when I finally pull my lips from hers as if she doesn't remember how she got here.
I gently lay her down on the bed and rip off my shirt, drawing her attention back on me. Her eyes land on my chest, and she licks her lips as my muscles flex with my movements.
My eyes rove over her, taking in her delectable young body. She moves as if to cover herself, but I grab her arm, stopping her.
“You're beautiful," I tell her. "Never try to hide for me."
She smiles at me shyly, and it's like a sucker punch straight to my gut. The look in her eyes is so innocent and vulnerable. It's everything.
I kiss the side of her neck and then begin kissing my way down her body. I pull up her shirt and plant kisses on her stomach, feeling the tiny tremors going through her body.
I push her skirt up and breathe in deeply, smelling her. She's like vanilla and roses and lavender and everything else lovely on this whole fucking planet.
I plant a kiss directly on her panty-covered mound before I start to pull her panties and that damned skirt off.
She whimpers as I remove them. "Look at me," I order her as I settle my shoulders in between her thighs. She's trembling and blushing, the prettiest little thing I've ever seen.
She obeys for once and looks down at me.
"I want to see those pretty blue eyes when I taste this pussy for the first time," I groan.
She bites her lip, and then I go in for my first taste, laving her from slit to clit.
A shudder goes through her entire body, and she arches her back. I splay a hand across her stomach and hold her down, wanting nothing more than to pleasure her and show her how I'll worship her every day if she'll just let me.
She's mine, mine, mine. That's all that goes through my head as I suck and lick that little bundle of nerves while pushing a couple of fingers inside her.
She's so tight, and my cock is leaking, begging for its turn inside her tight snatch.
I push my fingers in further, but then I go still when my fingers reach a barrier.
I glance up at her in amazement when I realize what it is.
"You're a virgin." It's not a question. The evidence of her purity is right there underneath my fingertips.