Chapter Eight #2
‘This feels weird,’ Sammy said shyly. Their eyes met and he nodded.
He had never made love to a virgin in his life before.
Had she ever seen a man naked? He was well built.
Would his sheer size intimidate her? He stepped back and began undressing, his dark eyes fixed on her as she watched him with unabashed fascination.
Without thinking, she had covered her breasts with her arm. It was curiously erotic.
Shirt off, he began unzipping his trousers.
Sammy couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He was the most sensationally beautiful man she had ever seen and all of a sudden she knew, with some kind of unerring instinct, that she had been looking at him all her life. He’d never noticed her, but she had spent her life noticing him.
And now here she was...
She was so turned on that she had to briefly close her eyes and, even with her eyes closed, she could still see his image imprinted on her retina. Broad bronzed shoulders, muscled arms, narrow waist and washboard-hard stomach.
When she opened her eyes he was stepping out of the trousers and she gasped, her mouth forming a perfect oval, and Leo grinned.
‘I can’t remember the last time I had such a dramatic reaction from a woman at the sight of my naked body,’ he drawled wryly.
Sammy’s cheeks were burning. Her eyes flicked down to his substantial, impressive manhood and then back to his face. He was still grinning.
‘Don’t worry—’ he read her mind without her having to say what was on it ‘—male and female bodies are engineered to fit together.’
He urged her into the bath. It was huge, big enough for them both, but he knelt at the side and lavished his attention on her, taking his time as he soaped her, massaging her neck until her bones turned to water and then moving on to massage her breasts until she was so relaxed she just wanted to sigh and moan and enjoy the intense pleasure of his hands on her.
Her self-consciousness had disappeared some time between sinking into the hot water and hearing the sound of him lathering soap between his hands.
By the time his big hands were moving over her breasts, her legs were limp and her eyelids fluttered as he worked his way down her body, urging her to sit up so that he could soap her back, his thumbs pressing against her spine in a way that was quite, quite delicious.
‘Enjoying?’ he whispered and she nodded and muttered something that was meant to signify a resounding yes.
‘Still nervous?’ he questioned, and she flicked drowsy eyes at him.
‘Not so much,’ she confessed. ‘You’re good at this, aren’t you?’
‘I’ve never been in this position before. It’s as new to me as it is to you.’
‘But you have heaps of experience.’
‘There’s another rule I should have added,’ Leo mused. ‘I should have added the no chatting rule.’
‘I mean—’ Sammy ignored him completely ‘—I always imagined that when I was, well, in this position... You know what I mean, that it would be with someone less...er...’
‘There would be something a little weird about a guy in his mid to late twenties who was still a virgin. Or am I being a little fanciful here? Now, stop talking!’
His hands moved over her body, massaging gently, exploring gently, finding her inner thighs and separating them...also gently. His caresses were unhurried and measured and she physically felt herself relaxing more and more until all the apprehension had seeped out of her.
She received his finger with a shiver as it slid between her legs.
Maybe it helped that she was covered in warm, sudsy water.
Or maybe because the lighting was dimmed in the bathroom and her eyes were closed so that she couldn’t see that lean, beautiful face.
Or maybe she was just, weirdly, relaxed.
She didn’t understand how or why but she was. Everything was happening so slowly.
Leo stroked her between her legs, building up the rhythm. He knew that this would be achingly intimate for her, and he half wondered whether some kind of prudish instinct would kick in and she would push his questing hand away, but she didn’t and he was inordinately pleased by that.
It mattered to him that she open herself to him and that was what she was doing.
Her breathing quickened and her cheeks became flushed with hectic colour.
She was moving in the bathtub, bucking ever so slightly so that the water lapped around her, enabling him to see the slick wetness of her big breasts rising and falling.
He kept up his gentle but insistent rhythm until, with a deep groan, she arched up and spasmed against his finger.
Sammy was shocked and mortified at the way she had just let go. She had been so caught up in the waves of pleasure rolling over her that she would not have been able to stop herself if she had tried.
When she opened her eyes, he was smiling and she struggled up into a sitting position. ‘I’m sorry...’ She could barely get the words out. He stroked her face, stood up and helped her to her feet.
‘You should be,’ he admonished, ‘because I’m so turned on I feel as though I’m about to explode. I had planned this bathing experience to be very long and very leisurely but I’m going to have to revise that plan.’
‘Why’s that?’ She smiled shyly because she knew what he was saying and yet she could hardly believe it.
‘Fishing?’ Leo grinned, outrageously masculine in his nakedness. If he didn’t have her, and have her fast, he wasn’t going to be responsible for whatever his body decided to do.
‘Yes,’ Sammy confessed honestly. He helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel and she was bemused to find herself suddenly settling onto the oversized bed—the same bed which had filled her with dread when she had first arrived.
Leo laughed. ‘I like that,’ he confided, and she looked at him with a puzzled expression. ‘The way you have of saying exactly what’s on your mind,’ he elaborated. ‘You don’t care what impression you make.’
‘And that’s a good thing?’ Sammy asked lightly.
‘Refreshing. The women I date have always taken great care to say what they thought I wanted them to say.’
‘I thought all men liked women who agreed with them.’
‘Maybe,’ Leo murmured, ‘or maybe that’s just a lazy response. Now, enough talk.’ He sank onto the mattress and guided her hand to his throbbing erection, drawing in his breath sharply as she wrapped her fingers around him.
She asked him what to do. She was anxious that he enjoy himself. Her frank honesty and hesitancy was refreshing.
‘Don’t worry about me,’ he told her roughly. ‘This is about you. I want this first time for you to be special. I want you to remember it forever.’
Sammy’s heart swelled as he angled her underneath him, pinned both her hands together above her head with one hand and then instructed her to leave them there.
If he was as turned on as she was, then his whole body would be on fire, just as hers was, and yet he was willing to sublimate his urges so that he could take his time with her.
He nuzzled the side of her neck and she wriggled and sighed, her eyelids fluttering as he then proceeded to work his way downwards, sprinkling a trail of delicate, feathery kisses along her collarbone, then lower to the soft swell of her breasts.
She opened one eye and the sight of his dark head, the intimacy of where it was placed just there by her nipple, made her stifle a squeak of edge-of-the-seat excitement.
She closed her eyes. She felt like the cat that nabbed the cream.
His mouth edged down to her nipple and he suckled on it, drawing it in and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.
Sammy groaned out loud. Her hands itched to burrow into his dark hair and propel him harder against her sensitive nipple but instead she clasped her fingers together and squirmed as he continued to send her body to heaven.
She was still tingling between her legs and the tingling was building momentum, wanting satisfaction all over again.
He caressed her breasts, torturing her by taking his time as he explored first one then the other. He licked her nipples, traced them with his flicking tongue, nipped them and sucked them until she barely recognised the low, shuddering moans coming from her.
Those moans grew deeper when he cupped her between her legs and very gently pressed down in lazy circular movements.
Leo felt her impatience, felt her body yearning to receive him and he wanted nothing more than to yield to the siren call of desire, to satisfy his driving need to feel her tight and hot around his hard, painfully erect manhood.
It took immense willpower to leave her breasts so that he could taste the flat planes of her stomach, so that he could circle the delicate indentation of her belly button with his tongue, so that he could breathe in the musky, sexy scent of her womanhood.
He knelt between her legs and took his time, first licking the soft underside of her thighs and then, when her panting was raspy and hoarse, gently inserting his tongue along the crease and then delving deeper to taste her wet, slick sweetness.
Sammy bucked against him. She couldn’t keep her hands obediently clasped above her head and instead curled her fingers into his dark hair, driving his mouth deeper against her so that the starbursts of pleasure became sharper and sharper until she was rolling on a tide of pure sensual delight.
She hitched her legs up, intensifying the pleasure, and then cried out when he inserted two fingers into her so that he was caressing her with his mouth and his fingers.
Leo could feel self-control slipping fast. He wanted and needed to be inside her.