Virtuous(90)

He runs his fingers through it appreciatively.

My entire body is alive with awareness of him. “I thought we were going to watch a movie.”

“We are.”

“Umm, well…”

“I’d much rather look at you than at a movie.”

I put my arms around him and sink into a kiss that starts off slow and sultry and accelerates into hot and bothered in a matter of seconds. By the time we come up for air, our legs are intertwined, his hand is full of my breast, and his erection is throbbing against my belly.

He withdraws from me, seeming disgusted with himself.

“Flynn?”

“I’m sorry. I gave you that whole speech about waiting, and then I practically attack you.”

“Um, I believe we attacked each other.”

“Still…”

“I know you’re older than I am and far more experienced and all that, but everything that happens between us is because we both want it. Not just you. I want it, too. I want you.”

“I want you, too, Nat. So badly. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you. But I don’t just want you in bed. I want all of you. I want to make this work with you. With us.”

“I want that, too. All of it.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t sleep with you if I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“You mentioned there were other ways to have fun without doing everything.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Uh-huh.” I run my finger over the well-defined muscles in his abdomen and watch in fascination as they quiver under my touch. I love that I can make that happen. “What did you mean?”

He blows out a long deep breath, his torment apparent. “I have to be honest with you.”

“I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“I’m afraid to touch you the way I want to. I’m afraid I’ll get carried away and forget what we agreed to.” He buries his face in the curve of my neck. “You make me so crazy, Natalie.”

I wrap my arms around him, and discover his entire body is trembling. “Could I touch you?”

“You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want.”

I begin by running my hands over his back, hoping to calm and soothe him. But judging by the way his fingers dig into the muscles of my back, I’m failing spectacularly.

Bending over him, I kiss his chest. His hands burrow into my hair, his grip causing a bite of pain that has me shuddering with desire. Even in this position, at my mercy, I can feel him fighting to maintain control of himself. I work my way down to his stomach, running my tongue over the sharp outlines of his abdominal muscles.

“Natalie…”

“Yes?”

“Come up here.”

“I’m enjoying it down here.”

“Fuck.”

I smile as I continue to kiss and lick him. I have no idea what I’m doing, but because he seems to be reacting positively, I keep it up until I’m hovering above the waistband of his pajama pants, where the outline of his erection has my full attention. As I try to summon the courage to take the next step, he grasps my hand and places it on top of his hard length.

“Show me how to touch you,” I say.

Groaning, he moves his hand and mine up and down, faster and more aggressively than I would’ve done on my own. Then he pushes his pants aside, freeing himself from the fabric.

God, he’s huge, and I’m immediately intimidated and curious and overwhelmed by the idea of taking him inside me.

“Christ,” he mutters as our hands move together.

His skin there is surprisingly soft, and my curiosity grows as he hardens and lengthens before my eyes. I’m curious about things that have terrified me for years. I want to know him in every possible way, and the thought of that would’ve made me sick only a week ago.

Before I can overthink it to death, I bend over him, push his hand away and take him into my mouth.

“Motherf*cker,” he whispers harshly. “Natalie, you can’t… Ahhh, Jesus.”

Once again, I haven’t the first idea what I’m doing, but the tight grip he has on my hair tells me I’m doing something right.

“Use your tongue,” he says.

I run my tongue around the head. “Like that?”

“Yes. God, yes. Nat…”

“Tell me what to do. Show me how.”