The Saint(90)
She waited in silence and listened as he cleaned himself off and righted his clothes.
Søren slid a hand under her hip and turned her over onto her back. His mouth captured hers again. She breathed in and inhaled that winter’s scent on his skin.
“Is that what it will always be like?” she asked as his right hand cupped her breast.
“No. Some nights it will be much worse.”
“Worse?”
“More pain.”
“I can take it.” She smiled at him through the dark and he raised his eyebrow at her.
“But do you want to take it? Will you always?”
“From you? Yes, always.”
He brought his mouth down onto her breast. She arched into his mouth as pleasure spiked deep into her belly. More, more, more, she wanted to beg. His tongue teased her nipple. His fingers toyed with her other breast. He kissed his way back to her mouth.
“For you, pain is the prelude,” he said into her lips.
“Prelude to what?”
“The reward.”
“What is the pain to you?”
“Its own reward,” he said, and she saw a shadow cross his face.
Søren slipped a hand between her legs and found her clitoris. Her body twitched from the shock of the touch, so intimate and unexpected. She spread her legs for him, wanting to offer all of herself to him. She met his eyes in the dark and he pushed one finger inside her.
Eleanor nearly came right then simply from him penetrating her so suddenly. She gripped the sheets as he explored inside her. He pushed in deep and slid out slowly before pushing in again.
“It’s been so long …” He breathed the words, his eyes closed.
“Since you’ve been inside someone?”
He nodded and inhaled sharply as she raised her hips into his hand.
“Does it feel …” She paused and asked the question she really wanted to ask. “How do I feel?”
“There’s not a word that’s been invented to describe how you feel inside, Little One.” He sat up and wrapped her leg around his back so he sat between her open thighs. He pressed his finger into a spot deep within her and sank into her softness. He seemed to be so far inside her she could feel him in the pit of her stomach. “Has anyone ever been inside you?”
“No one but me.” She flinched with pleasure as he scraped the front wall of her vagina. He hit a spot inside her that made her shoulders come off the bed.
“I can feel your hymen,” he said, turning his hand and pressing down. She winced at the sudden burning pain and he inhaled as if suddenly aroused.
“Feel free to get rid of it.”
“That would be a terrible idea.”
“You don’t want to take my virginity?”
“No, I want it too much. I’m not entirely sure I could control myself to keep from truly hurting you.”
“Is your … I mean, are you—”
Søren pulled his hand out of her and started to open his pants.
“Wait, I’m not on—”
But before she could finish protesting, Søren had taken her hand and wrapped it around him.
“Oh, fuck,” she said.
“Does that answer your question?”
Even after coming a few minutes earlier, he was hard again, incredibly so. She stroked him from the base to the still-wet tip of his erection. He was big—big enough it made her nervous. When they had sex the first time it would hurt and hurt badly. That didn’t stop her from wanting it.
“You’re gonna kill me with that, aren’t you?”
“Very likely.”
“I can think of worse ways to die.”
He removed her hand from him and she whimpered in protest. Laughing, he settled next to her on the bed again.
Once more he slipped his hand between her legs.
“I want you to come for me. Will you do that?” he asked her.
“Hell, yes, sir.”
Even in the dark she could see Søren arching his eyebrow at her.
“I mean, yes, sir.”
“Better. Now show me how you need to be touched.”
Covering his hand with hers, she guided his fingers to her clitoris. Once they’d made their deal, she’d begun learning her own body and its responses. She’d snuck into the adult sections of the library and read every sex manual she could find, hiding them behind books on fall foliage and European architecture. She considered herself the only virgin sex expert in the world. She should win some sort of prize for that. This—Søren’s fingers on her clitoris—must be that prize.
With her fingers over his, she showed him how to rub her in the way she knew would bring her to orgasm. Her hand fell from his as the pleasure built hard and high in her back. She’d been teetering on the brink of orgasm simply from lying naked in a bed with him for the first time. All her senses were on highest alert. Her entire body buzzed with desire. Wetness stained her thighs and the sheets beneath her. Looking down, she watched his fingers on the most private part of her body. Blood pounded in her ears. Her heart slammed against her ribcage. Muscles deep inside her started to clench and release. She closed her eyes and felt her body rising off the bed.