Rescuing Their Virgin Mate(16)

“I want to, but—”

He covered her eyes then removed his hand. “Don’t think. Just do. Keep your eyes closed and let your body respond. Focus on what my hands and mouth are doing to you. Let go. Be free.”

Those words were a balm to her, but would she regret this in the morning? Most likely, but her mom’s generation was into waiting. She’d lasted long enough. Once she turned twenty-one, she should have had complete say so about what she wanted to do.

“I’ll try.”

“If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me.”

He kissed her cheek, and his firm lips warmed her from the inside.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. “How about lying on your stomach?”

That request wasn’t what she expected, but she was pleased he wasn’t the kind to yank down her pants and enter her. That would have hurt physically as well as emotionally. She rolled over and grabbed the pillow under her head.

“It might be better if you rest your forehead on the back of your hands.” He removed the pillow from under her head and placed it beneath her hips. He then placed her hands in the desired position and lifted her hair. He slid the mass off to the side. So far, he’d almost been too much of a gentleman.

“Are you comfy?”

“Yes.” This was the first time her anxiety wasn’t rushing through her. She completely believed Dirk wanted her first time to be wonderful.

This was the moment she’d thought about forever. She was going to have sex. She prayed she wasn’t making a mistake. At this moment, it didn’t feel like one.

His palm made small circles on her back, starting at her shoulders and working his way along her spine. The pressure slowly increased, and by the time he reached her rear, the tension in her body had eased.

When his lips traced a path across her shoulder blade and down her back, she wanted his skin to touch hers.

“Can I take off my top?”

He chuckled and the sound resonated deep within her. “Sweetheart, you never have to ask if you can get naked.”

Well, she hadn’t asked to get naked, just to take off her top, but once she decided she wanted to lose her virginity to Dirk, she might as well go all the way. “Can you help me?”

He groaned. “You’re testing my control.”

That made her smile. “Sorry.”

He laughed and she swore her tits pebbled from the delightful rumble. The bed dipped and he slid her pants over her hips.

“I said my top.”

He hands stopped. “Are you sure? Once the top goes, I’ll want to love every inch of you.”

She wanted that, too. “Okay.” She squeezed her eyes shut. Please God, I am heartily sorry, for I am about to sin.

He tugged on her pants again and the cool air kissed her rear. She clenched her cheeks, not because of the chill but because the potential act of making love to him excited her. This was a new path she’d chosen to go down.

“Lift your hips.”

She obliged and the bottoms slipped off. He maneuvered his way to the side, and his callused fingers captured the bottom of her shirt. The material bunched when the T-shirt hit her tits, and she lifted on her elbows to give him more room.

He tugged the shirt over her head and removed it. She was about to lie back down when his palm cupped her breast. Streaks of sizzling pleasure cascaded down the sides. Heat raced up her face at the intimate act.

“You are so beautiful.”

Those words seeped deep within her and helped settle any remaining nerves. His fingers worked her nipples and caused her pulse to jack up again. All sorts of explosions ignited different parts of her body. So many spots blazed, she found it hard to concentrate on just one sensation. He’d said to let go and feel, and she wanted to, but it wasn’t easy to forget all the Catholic rules.

Stop changing your mind. Go for it.

Elena rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. Dirk looked down at her and smiled. Before she could think of something pithy to say, his mouth captured a nipple. She sucked in a breath and arched her back at the incredible intensity.

It’s wrong.

But it feels so right.

“Shut up.”

Dirk stopped. “I didn’t say anything.”

Oh, God. Had she? “It was nothing.”

He dipped his head again and she slowly eased out a breath. His rough tongue almost tickled, and yet she yearned for that tongue to explore so much more of her. How her vagina got in the act, she didn’t know, but right now, she didn’t care.

One palm rubbed her stomach while the other kneaded her breast. She should have turned off the light so he wouldn’t see her slight belly bulge. Too late. Even blind, his fingers would discover all her flaws.

He circled the nipple then sucked on the tip, acting as if he loved every bit of her. His touch wasn’t enough to hurt but enough to show her what his loving could do. As he worked the tip, the nipple swelled, and the pressure turned painful. She was about to ask him to stop when the strangest sensation coursed through her. Spikes of need warmed her and headed down her belly, landing between her legs.