CHANGE OF PLANS #3
I giggle then reply haughtily, You may.
Then he leans forward, and the last thing I see before I close my eyes is Viktor’s intense gaze, completely focused on me. There’s a jolt of pure sensation as his mouth touches mine. His kiss is surprisingly gentle, almost tentative, only our lips touching. Even that is enough to make me dizzy.
Sensory overload obliterates rational thought: Viktor’s sharp, floral cologne; his warm breath; the sight of him so close that I can see each hair of his eyebrows; the scrape of his stubble against my cheek.
And now, the sweet taste of his tongue as he probes my mouth.
It’s bliss I could never have imagined. I want to kiss him forever.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. We keep kissing, wordless, except for our breathing. My hands delve inside his coat. His chest is solid and muscled and wonderful.
He pauses when I start unbuttoning his shirt.
Easy, Evie. He chuckles.
I want to feel you, I plead. I have this overwhelming need to feel his skin against mine. If our mouths can generate this much sensation, what would our bodies feel like? I yank off my coat and toss it aside.
Viktor watches me with amusement. But when I crawl onto his lap, his face freezes.
We kiss again, and this time his kiss is harder and more demanding.
I finish unbuttoning his shirt and run my hands over his muscled chest. His skin is soft and warm, but there’s so much strength and tension in his body. Incredible.
You feel so good, I murmur between kisses, then dip my head down to kiss his throat and then his chest. When my mouth fastens on his tiny, round nipple, Viktor groans.
Fuck, he mutters. There’s a click, and then his seat tilts back and I’m lying on top of him. Now I can feel his hard cock pulsing even through his jeans, and I press my belly into him. Maybe I have no experience, but I know what I want, and it’s more of this.
Viktor slips a hand under my sweater. I shudder at the touch of his hands on my bare skin as he skims over my waist and up. And when he pushes up my bra and takes a breast in each hand, I let out an animal sound I’ve never made before.
You like that? he teases.
Yesss, I hiss. Then he brushes his thumbs over my nipples, which harden immediately. He’s causing sensations that go directly from my nipples to the core of me. I want him so badly, even if I don’t know exactly what I want.
But it starts with being naked. I reach down to the fastening of his jeans. Then Viktor’s hands firmly close upon my wrists and lift them away.
That’s enough, Evie. Our first time isn’t going to happen in my car.
As soon as he says the words, I want exactly that. I groan and bury my head into the hollow of his throat, where I can feel the heat of his skin and see the muscular planes of his chest. But it all feels so good.
Well, you deserve something more romantic, he says firmly. Let’s go out for dinner tomorrow.
Viktor settles me back into my seat. He pulls down my bra, smooths down my sweater, and brushes my hair away from my face.
He lets his thumb linger on my cheek, and I lean into his hand.
When he pulls my seatbelt over me and clicks it, that possessive action vibrates like the hum of a tuning fork deep inside me.
That was…fun. He backs out and turns back onto the dark road.
It was amazing. Everything I wanted for my first kiss. I’m going to remember it forever, as well as relive it multiple times tonight.
It takes a few seconds for that to register. What the fuck? You’ve never kissed anyone before? he demands.
Everything is new to me.
He rubs his temple. You’ve got to tell me this stuff ahead of time.
Was that the first time you’ve taken someone’s lip virginity? I ask.
His laugh echoes in the car. Is this the first time I’ve heard him really laugh? I feel like he needs to be more relaxed; he’s so tightly wound. Maybe sex is his only outlet for all that tension.
It might be, he concedes. I’m not normally attracted to women who are so, uh, inexperienced.
So, now that we’ve established how inexperienced I am, can I ask for a favour?
He chuckles. No way I’m agreeing without hearing what you want first.
Can I just give you blanket consent? For everything? I ask.
He shakes his head. The fact that you can offer that just shows how innocent you are.
I trust you, I insist.
Evie. No. You have no idea how dangerous it could be.
I stroke his arm, feeling the hard muscle under the layers of clothing. But I like it when you’re in charge, when you boss me around. It makes me hot inside.
He groans. How are you even real?
We pull up in front of my residence. It’s late, and there’s nobody around. Viktor grabs my wrist and raises my palm to his mouth, then licks a wet circle in the middle. That intimate action sends shivers through my entire body.
He’s watching, amused at the way he can make me react. Okay. I’ll be in charge. But you have to tell me if you’re not enjoying something.
I nod. But it’s hard to imagine anything that Viktor would do that I won’t enjoy.