Fourteen
“Don’t Panic.”
The Hitchhiker’s
Guide to the Galaxy
Elliot awoke to the distinct sense that someone was watching him. As he opened his eyes he was greeted by a vision. Nadia, her dark waves appearing almost black in the shadows, her face wearing a serene look of pleasure.
“Good morning, Mister Sleepy Head.”
“Good morning.” His hand lifted to her hair, hefting the thick weight between his fingers. Softer than silk.
“You have your meetings today, no?”
He shut his eyes, regretting his need for an unnecessary schedule. However, she’d be with family most of the day and this trip was really about her having time with loved ones. “I’m afraid so.”
“Will I see you tonight?”
“Of course. My meeting’s at noon and then I have another at four. I should be back to the hotel by six. Did you want me to come to the house?”
“No, I think I’ll come here and surprise you.”
He laughed. “It’s not a surprise if I’m expecting it.”
She tsked. “I have lots of tricks up my sleeve. You are not the only magician in this bed.”
“Is that so?”
“Mm-hm.” Her hand slithered under the blankets and he sucked in a breath as her cool fingers closed around him.
The novelty of her nearness still took his breath away. He doubted he’d ever adjust to her touching him like this. Every graze of her fingers, even a spare direct glance… She completely disarmed him. “Nadia…”
“Yes?”
He shook his head, nothing to say, only needing to hear her answer to prove this was real.
“I love when you touch me,” he groaned, stretching onto his back.
As her hand slowly stroked, the muscles in his legs flexed, waking and stretching in a deliciously tantric seduction. He was completely under her spell.
“Me too. I like touching you and I like how you touch me. I’m not sure I believe I was your first.”
He nearly snorted. “Trust me, you were.”
She brushed the covers away from his hips and continued to stroke him slowly. It was strange letting someone see him so exposed, but what she was doing with her hand subdued any sense of self-consciousness.
“I think I should also be your second.” Sliding her hand under the pillows she produced a condom. “Look… Magic.”
He laughed. “I think your tricks are more impressive than mine.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. You’re a Jedi. Maybe I’ll wear my hair in braids like the Queen for you.”
Jesus. It was the holy grail of fantasies—Princess Leia in the gold bikini. “I love when you talk Star Wars to me.”
She tore open the condom and slid it over his length. “You’ll have to point it out.”
“You’ll know when you see it.”
She straddled his legs and rose above him, slowly dragging his cock against her hot sex. There was nothing as gratifying as his body touching hers.
He’d assumed now that Pandora’s Box had been opened the haze of shock would dissipate.
He’d been wrong. Though he was no longer a virgin, he was still a novice and the sheer pleasure of her delicate flesh stroking along his rigid cock sent his mind into meltdown mode.
It was almost too intensely satisfying to take. Almost.
His chest lifted as she seated herself, sliding him into her tight channel and engulfing him in heat. His hands cupped her hips as she slowly rocked. He was still acclimating to the intense sensations linked to being inside of her.
Her dark hair covered her breasts as she rode him at a gentle pace. She gathered it off her shoulders, piling it high on her head as she stretched and elongated her body, utterly breathtaking.
His fingers tightened on her hips. It was still surreal he could touch her like this. Stretching forward, he pulled her closer, capturing her nipple in his mouth and she lost her balance.
“Sorry.” He needed to work on his finesse.
She cocked her head. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Not at all. But I wanted…”
Onyx tendrils tumbling over one narrow shoulder, she tipped her head and smirked, her hands lifting to cup her breasts, lifting them like a sacred offering. “You wanted to taste?”
“Fuck…” His rasp was a plea for stamina because such eroticism should only exist in fiction but she was warm flesh and hot blood and she was riding his cock. “Come here.”
She giggled and lowered. The moment her dark nipples were within reach he captured one turgid tip in his mouth. She let out a sharp gasp that had his dick twitching inside of her and thickening—ready to burst.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he lifted his hips and the sharp tips of her nails scraped along his skin.
What would drive a woman to scratch a man like that?
Was it a reflex or something she did because she saw it done in the movies?
His mind went to all the various things he’d seen over the years, his greedy libido wanting to try every single one—yesterday.
“Nadia?”
“Hmm?”
“Can we try something?” He needed to switch things up before he finished.
Her hips slowed as her body lifted, and her gaze met his. Her dark hair formed a curtain around them. “What do you want to try?”
Everything. God, she was so damn beautiful. “I want…” His throat was suddenly dry, and he feared foolish words of inexperience would spill out and scare her away. He was falling in love with her and she… She didn’t love him.
The hair surrounding them seemed to trap them in a secret world where their breath mingled and their eyes locked. It was a place secrets couldn’t exist between them, intensely intimate and somewhat overwhelming.
“On your knees,” he rasped, hoping she didn’t detect how much she beguiled him. Men probably shouldn’t feel this much emotion with sex.
She hesitated and then nodded. As his body pulled from her heat he let out a silent moan, his eyes rolling back.
The suction of her tight, wet heat made it deliciously painful to leave.
Shifting behind her, he pressed her hands into the mattress so she was on all fours. He hoped he wasn’t being too demanding.
She arched a brow as she peeked over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eyes. “What are you planning to do back there?”
He wasn’t really sure. Right now his eyes were focused on the plump curve of her ass. Kneeling behind her, he dragged a finger slowly down her spine and she arched like a cat.
His palm brushed over her bottom and she moaned, shifting closer until the hair of his legs rasped against her smooth thighs. Taking himself in hand, he guided his body back to hers, aligning his swollen flesh with her glistening folds. His mind short-circuited and plunged forward, sinking deep.
She gasped and he stilled. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. A little aggression is good.”
“It is?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
His hands glided to her hips, holding her in place this time, as he thrust again. She gasped and pushed into him. Every way she moved sent a different sensation spiking through his nervous system.
His grip tightened, as his thrusts grew surer, harder, and with each deep stroke of his body, she appeared more excited. Finding his rhythm, he pumped faster, firmer, and his lungs burned with exertion.
Though he’d outlasted his first experience, he was still on the verge of finishing too soon. It seemed impolite to come without bringing her release, so he slid his hand beneath her belly and touched where their bodies connected.
The color leached from her knuckles as she fisted the blankets and he groaned as her body gripped his so tightly it became difficult to move. She gasped and rocked into him with quick little pumps of her hips, and her shoulders collapsed.
The pulse of her contracting sex broke his control and he called out her name, trembling as his body blanketed hers, his hips jerking as come spurted hard into the condom. Catching his breath, he lifted his weight off of her and withdrew, collapsing to his back.
She curled into his side and pulled the covers over them as they panted. He couldn’t recall another moment when he was so damn content.
This couldn’t have been what normal sex felt like. It seemed too incredible, too much the result of his feelings for her. But maybe it was like this for everyone. Maybe this was why the rest of the world seemed fixated on all things sex.
Jesus, he was just like the rest of them. The thought amused him more than he expected. “I like sex,” he announced and laughed, never having the courage to entertain such possibilities before.
Two weeks ago, he’d have denied the appeal at all costs. He was an ignorant fool. If he’d known what he was missing he wouldn’t have been the world’s oldest virgin.
She giggled. “Not many people dislike it.”
If only she knew how much effort he’d wasted trying to avoid the subject in thought and action, somehow convincing himself he wasn’t missing anything. Despite his IQ, he was a fucking idiot.
Deep down he knew he’d like it. Too many people desired it for there to be no appeal.
But how deep were his trust issues that with knowing sex would likely be incredible he still avoided it?
He’d never wanted to give anyone that sort of hold over him.
And now he’d given it to Nadia—the one woman who already affected him more than anyone else ever could.