Chapter 23
Alice Mendes
Oliver turns me to face him and kisses me. God, I love this kiss! I don't know if it's because he's the first man to ever kiss me, but every time he does, I feel like I'm the only woman in the world.
He grips the back of my neck firmly and pulls me even closer, his hand sliding through my hair. An unfamiliar heat rises through my body, leaving me breathless, as if every part of me is awakening just for him.
I straddle his lap, and I notice his breathing quicken when he breaks the kiss for a moment. My heart races, thinking I've done something wrong, but then I hear his voice, husky and soft:
“You're perfect, little one. Just keep doing what you're doing… and if at any point you don't want to, just ask me to stop.”
I nod in agreement, my voice failing me amid the whirlwind of sensations flooding through me. I smile between kisses, discovering a side of myself I never knew existed—an intense, hungry desire impossible to control.
He watches me intently, as if wanting to memorize every detail, then takes me by the waist, guiding me with firm hands. I feel small in his arms, but at the same time protected, completely surrendered.
“You're mine, Alice,” he whispers in my ear, his voice heavy with emotion and promise. “Little one, you're a virgin, aren't you?”
I blush at his question, starting to get up.
“Yes, I'm a virgin. If you don't want to, that's okay—I'll leave.” He catches my arm, gently but firmly, and pulls me toward him. He cups my face in his hand.
“That's not a problem for me. I'm happy to be your first, but I need to know if this is really what you want.”
“Yes, I want this. I want everything. I want you to make me yours, to take me completely. Take my virginity, Oliver,” I say, looking into his eyes. He gazes deep into mine, takes a deep breath, and says:
“If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
“I don't want you to stop, Oliver.”
I move toward him again, pressing our lips together.
He kisses me differently now—with desire, with hunger—and I feel a shiver run from head to toe, leaving me wanting more, aroused and soaking wet.
Still kissing me, he stands and lifts me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress riding up.
We climb the stairs, and when we reach his room, he sets me on my feet beside the bed.
“My little one looks so defenseless. I don't want to do anything you don't want, so if I go too far, ask me to stop. I don't want to hurt you.”
“Okay, but I don't want you to stop.” I reach behind my back and lower the zipper of my dress, watching it slide down my legs to the floor, leaving me in nothing but lingerie. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, opens them again, and says:
“God, you're beautiful. Holy fuck—little and perfect. Where have you been hiding all this?!” He kisses me immediately.
He grabs my ass and lifts me, making me wrap my legs around his waist again, then presses me against the wall.
He pulls back from my mouth to free my breasts from my bra, admiring them for a long moment.
I watch his tongue trace over my nipples, my eyes rolling back as I gasp for air, overwhelmed with arousal.
I moan loudly and start grinding against him, rubbing myself on him, already feeling his hard cock pressing into me.
I keep wondering where this woman inside me has been hiding—I've always been so shy.
He sucks and nibbles my nipples until they're flushed red, then looks into my eyes and says:
“I'm going to make you come in my mouth, my little one. You're going to come so hard you won't have any strength left when I sink inside you.” I just moan, completely surrendered to the moment.
I look at Oliver and beg him to do everything he promised, because I'm ready for all of it and more. I'm completely lost in his world, and I don't want to find my way back. With that promise, I give myself to him completely.
Yes, I surrender. I just don't know what will come after.