Her cries of pleasure filled his head as he sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing her. She thrust up to meet him with every touch. There was nothing fake about her response to him. Her climax rushed through her. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, moving back up to kiss her lips. Everything about her was addictive to him. Her body was his to play with. The possessive feeling that overcame him shocked him to the core. No woman had ever left him feeling as if she was all his. He never thought of women as property, but Erica felt like his woman for the taking. Erica was becoming his woman with every passing minute.
Chris couldn’t wait any longer. He fisted his cock, sliding the tip along her juice-soaked slit before pushing inside her in one smooth, hard thrust. She screamed, her nails clawing at his back.
“Stop. It hurts,” she said. He paused, feeling the tightness of her cunt around his cock. He frowned seeing the tears in her eyes.
“You’ve done this before with a man, haven’t you?” he asked. The anger inside him threatened to tear him apart. Anger mixed with shock and another emotion he wasn’t used to, fear. The pain on her face scared him. She made him feel so much at once. No woman had made him feel so conflicted before in his life. “Answer me.”
“Why are you angry with me?” The tears fell from her eyes.
Grabbing hold of his feelings, he dropped his head into the curve of her neck trying to gain control.
“Am I your first?”
She didn’t speak but nodded her head.
“Why me?” he asked.
“Why not you?”
His heart swelled at her words. A woman’s virginity was precious and not to be thrown away to someone who wouldn’t cherish the moment.
He took her and made the moment memorable. Her body became attuned to his, from the pulse of her pussy around his cock to the heat of her release as it surrounded him.
****
Chris came out of his flashback. He didn’t want to go deeper into the pain of the past. That night meant more to him than anything else. She still smelt the same, of sunshine and honey. At least, sunshine and honey were the scents he associated with her.
After that day, the weekend that followed had been the most memorable of all of his years. He refused to spoil this night with her by the sins he’d committed in the past. What he’d done and said back then had been foolish, stupid, and he’d paid every day since.
He slowed the car down for a sharp corner. The restaurant was a gorgeous little place situated in a secluded street. He parked the car before getting ‘round to her side of the car. Opening the door for her, Chris helped her out. Her hand inside his sent a bolt of electricity through his body.
She went to pull her hand away, but he stopped her, keeping a firm hold on her.
Chris opened the door. The maitre d’ stood waiting at the front and showed them to their seat in the back. Chris helped her into her chair, accepting the menu from the waiter.
He noticed his hands were shaking. Holding the menu firmly disguised any visible shaking. Being around the love of his life made him nervous. He always made a nasty comment or did something to make her upset.
“Do you have anything in mind that you want for dinner or to drink?” He added the last when he realised he was holding the wine menu.
“A milkshake and a burger,” she said with sarcasm. Her arms were folded over her chest. The defensive way she was staring at him let Chris know she was expecting an argument from him. Licking his lips behind the menu, he gained control of himself before putting it down.
“You don’t need to be difficult.”
“I’m not being difficult. I’m waiting for the Christopher Sinclair who I know to come shining through. I know you’ve fooled everyone else, but not me. I know firsthand what you’re like.”
Chris knew he would have to show Erica he was a changed man. The man she knew had learnt his lesson and paid for it dearly. He wasn’t giving her up, and he wouldn’t let go of her again.
Erica Black was going to be his.
Chapter Three
Erica stared at the man she’d been in love with for the past four years. The man who’d taken her virginity with such love and tenderness. The same man who’d squashed her young heart and shattered her to pieces.
“And you don’t think I’ve changed?” he asked.
In her heart she hoped he’d changed. The desire inside her to be with him was strong. She wanted to see the man he’d been on the weekend she had spent with him. Chris was different. She knew he was older. The small grey hairs at his temples were proof of the years he had passed. His dark hair still made him look incredibly handsome. His piercing brown eyes held an air of mystery around him. Erica always saw more to him than others, even when he had crushed her heart. She was twenty-four years old with one sexual experience under her belt. Her whole love life had lived and died with the man right in front of her.