The Virgin Gift(30)

It was her daring.

It was her sexuality.

It was how she owned her wants.

She wanted me to see her before I walked in. And hell, did I ever see her. This was the most alluring photo I’d ever gazed at in my life—Nina on her knees, wearing only a tank that barely covered the bottoms of her perfect breasts. Her lips parted slightly. Her skin dewy. Her face beautiful and full of sensual desire.

This picture was the proof—she had the control. She held the power. Even if I’d be the one to tell her what to do and when to do it, she was calling all the shots.

She was the director of the theater of her desire, and I was merely her actor, playing his part.

But at least I had the starring role.

I reached her door, took out my key, and opened it.

I didn’t say Honey, I’m home in my playful fifties husband tone.

Tonight was not for joking.

I said nothing as the door squeaked open and I entered her pleasure den. The lights were dimmed. Music pulsed, a low seductive beat that set the mood.

My eyes snapped to her immediately.

She appeared exactly as I’d asked her.

Exactly as she’d shown me in the image.

She gripped her wrists behind her back, but her body was soft, not rigid. She looked up at me with wide, expectant eyes, waiting for me to speak first.

My body sizzled as I stared at the filthy angel waiting for me to defile her. “Do you know what dirty girls get when they send naughty pictures?”

She shook her head, her voice breathless. “No. What do they get?”

I moved to her, dropped to the floor, curled a hand around the back of her head, and took her lips.

I kissed her fiercely, with all the hunger that had built all day. Hell, all year. I swept my mouth over hers and consumed her lips, kissing her exactly how we both liked. She moaned into my mouth as I lowered my hand between her legs, sliding my fingers across her hot, wetness.

My God, she was a divine creature. So aroused already. So wet so soon.

Control yourself.

As much as I wanted to play with her with my fingers, that wasn’t what I planned to do first. I needed to give her something else.

I rose, jerked off my T-shirt, and unzipped my jeans.

Her eyes lit up like sparklers. She licked her lips, such an eager girl, ready to please.

I shoved down my briefs, exposing my hard shaft. She nibbled on the corner of her lips as she gazed at my erection.

I stroked my length, stopping at the head, squeezing. “Tell me something, dirty girl. Have you ever sucked a cock before?” I knew the answer from her list, but I needed to hear it from her.

“No.”

“How do you know you’ll like it, then?”

She raised her chin. “Because I’m getting wetter just looking at yours.”

I groaned to heaven and hell and back. How was I going to last with her? With this innocently filthy beauty.

My only chance was control. I had to wrest more of it from her, or I’d lose myself. I was already spiraling far too fast for my own good.

That was why I’d placed another toy order today. That was why I’d try to avoid her name too. If I used her name when we were intimate, we’d become Adam and Nina, when we were supposed to be the man who was number ten and the dirty girl. The virgin and her tutor—that was who we were when we worked through her list. Nothing more. I couldn’t chance it.

“Open my gym bag,” I said in my sternest voice. “Take out the paper bag on the side.”

She let go of the grip on her wrists, reaching over and sliding open a side zipper on my bag. She murmured when she saw what was inside. “You bought this today?”

“It arrived at my office this afternoon. I washed it with soap and water. I wouldn’t let anything touch your perfect body that wasn’t pristine. Put it on while I watch you.”

She rose, slid the pink straps over her luscious legs, then positioned the pink butterfly over her clit.

“Give me the remote, dirty girl.”

She handed me the control.

“Now get on your knees, hands behind your back, and I’m going to feed you my cock.”

“Oh God,” she said, her shoulders trembling.

Yes, that was better.

The more I stayed firmly in control, the less likely it was I’d lose myself to this gorgeous woman at my feet. I had to keep it together or those feelings would return, and there was no place for emotions.

She opened her mouth, gasping as I stepped closer, wrapped a hand around her head, and turned on the vibrator.

“Oh, Adam,” she moaned, her face falling against my thigh, her hair touching my hard-as-stone length, my name sounding fantastic on her lips. Too fantastic. “That feels so good, but I want to taste you,” she said, breathless.

This woman. She was going to ruin me.

“I know you do. And you’re going to do both,” I said, rough and smoky, like I had to be with her. “You’re going to suck me off while I make you come with this toy. Consider this number eight on your list, with a little extra something just for you.” I yanked her head back. “Open those lips and kiss the tip, like a good dirty girl.”

She opened those shiny pink lips and darted out her tongue, shuddering as the butterfly buzzed against her clit. I upped the pressure one more level as she wrapped her lips around the head.