“I’m sorry,” he said, with one last kiss on her neck. “I thought you might…” He shook his head. “I thought you might want what I want.”
“What doyouwant?” She was dismayed to hear her voice as husky as the most experienced femme fatale.
“To make love to you.” Gone was his former arrogance. In the man before her, she could see the boy who’d written those letters to his father with an open and tender heart. It swept away the last of her fears.
She swallowed. “That’s what I want, too.”
“But you pulled my hand away.”
“I… I’ve never done this before. I panicked.”
He smiled the most gentle smile she’d ever seen, and he brushed the back of his finger along her cheek. “Sweet Indra. I can hardly believe it. You’re like a sleeping beauty, trapped in a castle, waiting to be saved.”
She smiled back. “And I suppose you’re the gallant prince?”
He huffed an amused laugh. “I don’t know about that. But I’ll most happily rescue you from oblivion. If you want to be rescued, that is.”
“Idowant to be rescued, but not from oblivion. I want to be rescued from a place where I watch other people have relationships, other people enjoy love, enjoy sex, enjoy”—she shrugged—“lifeI suppose. For once in my life, I, too, would like to experience what other people do and which I’ve been kept hidden from.”
He kissed her forehead and held her close. “Oh, Indra. You’re like a rare jewel. And I promise I will treat you with the utmost care and respect.” He looked down at her shirt. “I’m sorry about your shirt. But these buttons…” He looked at them scattered across the floor.
“It doesn’t matter about the buttons. I was shocked for a moment. But I was also something else.”
“What?”
“I was very aroused.” Hesitatingly, she pressed her hands across her breasts. “Here.”
“Anywhere else?”
She lowered her hand, pressing against her sex, which throbbed with need. “And here. I want you, Sebastian. But I’m scared I won’t know what to do.”
He cupped her face and kissed her lightly before pulling away. “Do whatever you want to do and I can assure you I’ll like it. But we’ll take it slowly.”
“How slow?”
He eased the shirt off her shoulders and very, very slowly slipped it off her arms.
“I think that’s too slow,” she said, pulling her shirt off impatiently and tossing it to one side, no longer caring that she stood before him in only a bra and jeans. “I think I will explode if you go that slow.”
He laughed, and with one deft movement, had undone her jeans and slipped down her fly. “Is that fast enough?” he asked, pushing her jeans down and hooking his thumbs in her panties as they went. She stepped out of them both.
“Yes, thank you,” she said, her response absurdly polite while she stood breathless with desire. “Now, the bra, if you don’t mind?” She turned around and pulled her hair to one side. He flicked it open with a nimbleness which spoke of experience. She didn’t mind. She was glad that at least one of them knew what to do.
She turned to him, feeling both shy and powerful as she saw the effect of her nakedness on him. He wanted her sexually, that much was clear. But she could see in his eyes something more—an admiration and a gentleness which swept away the last traces of her modesty. And, when he slipped his hands around her bottom, kissed her and lifted her into his arms, her legs found their natural home around his waist. He carried her to the daybed, where he set her gently down.
“Lie back,” he said in a gruff voice. It was an instruction. Normally she didn’t follow instructions, she gave them. But the way he looked at her made her not want to do anything else. So she lay back, and rested on her elbows, watching him. His gaze lingered on her sex. Instinctively she shifted her legs, opening them slightly. His gaze shot to her eyes as he leaned over her, kissed her on the lips, too briefly, before kneeling down in front of her.
He swept his hands around her breasts, playing with her nipples. She jumped and gripped the pillows as the shock of what he was doing gave way to an overwhelming sensation which pulsed between her breasts and her sex. She tipped back her head and gasped, closing her eyes at the gathering of tensions in her body, as wave after wave of sensation flowed through her. Then he kissed her lower down, feathering kisses across her stomach before withdrawing his hands from her breasts.
For a moment she wondered what he was going to do, but then the sensations doubled down as his mouth found a secret part of her and she cried out in surprise. All she could do was rake her fingers through his hair, and caress his head as his tongue and mouth kissed and licked her, making her even wetter and more ready for him. He put his hands under her bottom, drawing her in to him so he could give her his undivided attention. And what attention! She’d never known anything like it. Her secluded life hadn’t included any sharing of information about sex between school friends. All she knew was from scientific textbooks and what her mother had told her. Neither had revealed how it would feel.
With each teasing lick of his tongue, each exploratory move of his fingers, her breath ratcheted up, winding the tension tighter inside of her. She didn’t know where it was going to take her. All she knew was that she could no more resist going there than fly to the moon. And still he continued with his ministrations, caressing and responding to her movements with such sensitivity that the last vestiges of control left her suddenly. Her breath was snatched from her and she cried out, marveling as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through her body.
He looked up at her with a smile, before stepping away and stripping off his clothes. She saw then exactly how aroused he was and her fears returned. Surely it was one thing to enjoy such sensations, such pleasure, but quite another to imagine him inside of her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded. Because, despite her fears, she was desperate to know how making love would feel if simply kissing her had created such pleasure. She didn’t have to wait long to find out, because he needed no more reassurance and stood above her, sweeping his hands over her breasts. She fell back onto the bed and he pushed her legs gently apart. He put his hands under her bottom, guiding her hips into position. He didn’t try to enter immediately. Instead, his erection nudged against her sex, rubbing and teasing her, exactly as his tongue had done. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the tingling sensations which skittered across her skin and inside of her. The sensations intensified as he kissed her breasts, suckling first one, then the other, creating a clamoring need deep inside, which had her opening her legs a little wider. He needed no further invitation and pushed inside of her a little way and then stopped.