Chapter Thirty-Eight
"Baby," he says.
"I'm a virgin," I whisper, not wanting him to say anything until I said that out loud. I need him to know before we do anything. I wait for him to freak out, to push me off him.
But he just grabs me, pushing himself up and flipping us so we are the right way on the bed, my back suddenly flat on the mattress, his body heavy on top of mine.
"Dragonfly."
"I'm sorry," I rush out, closing my eyes, not wanting to look at him, embarrassed.
"Look at me, baby," he states, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb running back and forth over it. I take a deep breath and open my eyes, focussing on his.
"Sorry for what?" he asks, confused.
"It was probably not what you were expecting to hear. It was probably not what you want to hear," I say to him. I'm so embarrassed that I can feel my entire body begin to heat.
"Baby, I definitely wasn't expecting you to say that. But why would you think that I wouldn’t want to hear that? I'm surprised, but if I'm honest, I'm actually fucking really pleased you are. I want you so much," he says, leaning down, placing a peck on my lips.
"Wait, I thought that you would hate it?”
"Why would you think that?" he asks. He leans to the left, resting his weight on his arm, as he uses his right hand to push back to get a better look at me.
"Because you've got experience and I didn't think you'd want to be with someone who doesn't have any." I swallow the lump forming in my throat. I wish he wasn't looking at me so hard.
"Fuck, Dragonfly, you have no idea how much I want you. I wanted you the moment I laid my eyes on you. And now, fuck. Baby, now I get to help you experience something for the first time. You’ve got tell me if you want this, baby, because if you don’t then we need to get up right now," he says, ready to pull away.
I grab his face and pull it down to mine, slamming my lips to his. I'm on fire right now. I need him, I need this. The kiss gets more and more heated, and I run my hands down his arms and slide them under his kutte and T-shirt, the heat from his bare skin instantly warming me.
He stops, pulling back and looking at me. "We need to slow this down, baby," he tells me.
“Why?" I ask, needy.
"Because I want to make sure that you're okay. The first time is going to hurt, but I want to make sure that you enjoy it as much as possible. Trust me," he says with a smile.
I nod as he kisses me and sits back on his heels.
"Don't move, okay?" He climbs off the bed, his eyes locked on mine as he removes his kutte and places it over the back of the chair.
He tugs at his T-shirt, pulling it over his head in one sweep.
He's gorgeous. His body so sculpted, each line of his muscles so clear.
My eyes roam over his naked torso, trying to take in the tattoos that cover almost every inch of it, but there are so many, so colourful, and they all seem to bleed into each other.
He bends forward, undoing the laces on his boots and kicking them off before removing his socks. I bite my lip as he removes his belt and loosens the button on the top of his jeans. "Relax, baby. Jeans won't come off until I know you're ready," he says as he climbs back onto the bed.
He spreads my legs enough for him to kneel in between them.
He grabs one of my legs at the knee and gently bends it upward, and I let him, unsure of what he's about to do until he removes my converse.
He then does the same with the other one before moving, leaning over me and placing his hands either side of my head.
He leans down and gives me a chaste kiss, then returns to his kneeling position.
He watches me, his eyes a brighter blue right now, flicking back and forth between mine. I feel small flutters in my stomach as he curls his fingers in the waist of my leggings and drags them down my legs, shuffling down the bed with them. He pulls them over my feet and tosses them across the room.
My heart rate increases as his eyes slowly move over every inch of my body. He licks his lips and closes his eyes, then tips his head back.
"Are you okay?" I whisper, nerves making me feel a little sick.
He nods but doesn't open his eyes or bring his head back down. "Just give me a minute to breathe, baby.”
I lie on that bed for what feels like hours in my underwear, while he keeps his head tipped back and sucks in big gulps of air.
His head slowly lowers, his eyes lock on mine as he leans forward, covering my body with his.
He places his hands either side of my head, resting his body on his forearms as he reaches down and kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and rolling it around.
I barely have time to react before he's pulling back, his teeth taking hold of my lip as he nips, pulling at it.
He lets it go then gives it a gentle peck.
"If you want to stop at any point, you have to say it, okay?" he tells me. I nod and reach up to kiss him again, but he pulls back. "No, Nova, say it. If you want me to stop, you will tell me. At any point, you have to tell me."
I nod. "I promise I'll tell you to stop if I want you to."
He tucks his arms underneath me and lifts me up, I feel his hands on the clasp of my bra, and within seconds he loosens it then slides the straps down my arms.
"Holy fuck." He breathes as my breasts fall from the cups. He drops it over the side of the bed without even looking, his head already moving closer to my chest.
He lays me down as he runs his tongue around my nipple, soaking it, before sucking it into his mouth. He moves his hand to my other one and cups it, rubbing and squeezing, then taking my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it between them, nipping and pulling at it.
I let out a moan of pleasure as my back arches off the bed. I grip the back of his head, holding him in places as he continues to suck and nip at one nipple while twisting and pulling at the other.
I hold my breath as I feel a light throbbing start in my pussy.
These feelings, these sensations, I've never felt anything like this before.
Sure, I've masturbated before, but I've never managed to bring myself to orgasm, so I don't know what it feels like.
Is this what it feels like? Is this normal?
Max releases my nipple from his mouth with a pop.
He looks up at me and smirks, then licks a path to my other nipple.
His mouth covers it, sucking and licking as his hand swaps to the other one.
My body is on fire, my pussy is tingling, and my stomach feels like it has tiny little dragonflies fluttering about inside.
"Max," I breathe out, not really sure what I'm calling him for.
He stops instantly and moves over me, his face over mine. "Are you okay? Do you want to stop?" he asks, his voiced laced with concern.
I shake my head. "No." I swallow. "Please don't stop. I need more."