shirt and, as I watch, she lifts it up slowly, painstakingly slowly, inching it over her flat stomach, to her breasts, then over her head. She looks at me as she drops it to the floor, at her feet.
‘But now... I want to make up for lost time. I want to do everything and see everything and I want to sleep with a guy. I want to be fucked by someone hot and who I’m really attracted to. I want to be fucked by someone who knows what they’re doing. I want to learn from a master.’ She wiggles her brows, but I’ve stopped looking at her face. Hell, I’ve practically stopped breathing.
How many times have I fantasised about her tits?
How many times have I imagined what they’d look like beneath the shirts she wears to work?
More than I can remember.
And the reality is so much blindingly better than my fantasies.
Full and round, pale cream in colour, barely contained by a scrap of lace fabric, her dainty peach nipples visible beneath the fabric.
My dick jerks in my pants.
I step closer.
Her breathing gets louder.
‘You want to learn from a master?’ I repeat, moving closer still.
She nods wordlessly.
‘You want to learn about sex?’
Another nod, her eyes burning through my soul. A soul I am on the precipice of selling to the devil...
‘Fine.’
She exhales with my simple declaration, her relief as evident as that which I feel in my chest. I close the distance between us, reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. She makes a noise from deep in her throat. ‘But I have rules.’
Her head jerks to mine. She’s so close I could drop just an inch and kiss her.
‘What rules?’ She’s thinking the same thing as me, her eyes chasing my mouth.
I roll my hips to show her how turned on I am. She groans.
‘You’ve missed out on so much.’
She still doesn’t speak.
‘It’s not just sex, Millie.’
I drop the bra down beside her then cup my hand over one of her full, round breasts. She makes a choking noise. Her innocence is captivating.
I keep my eyes on her as I take her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, lightly at first, rolling it a little, watching as pleasure darts through her, contorting her face, bringing her eyes shut.
Then I clamp my fingers on it more tightly, until her hips buck forward. I don’t let go. I keep my grip there and she whimpers, her eyes saucer-wide.
‘Sex isn’t just sex.’ The words are gruff. Suddenly, I release my grip and she moans, her own hand lifting to her breast, running over her nipple as though she can’t believe how sensitive they are.
I drop my head, taking her nipple in my mouth, and now my teeth clamp down on it, hard enough to make her body slam into mine and an expletive to drop from her full, pink lips.
‘I’ll fuck you, Millie, on two conditions.’
‘What are they?’ Breathy, saturated with pleasure, intense.
‘First, I get to show you everything that comes first. I want to go down on you until you’re exploding with pleasure. I want to tease and torment your body with every damned thing it can possibly feel and then—only then—will we have sex.’
‘Why?’ she whispers, but she’s wrapped her arms around my waist and she’s moving her hips, desperate to get my hard cock closer to her cunt.
‘Because it’s what you deserve.’
I move my mouth to her other breast, this one unused to my touch. I flick her nipple with my tongue and she cries out my name, tilting her head back towards the stars.
‘And second?’ She digs her nails into my hair and now she’s lifting her legs, trying to get them wrapped around me, trying to get closer still.
‘It doesn’t happen until I say so.’
At this she stills, her body rigid in my arms suddenly. No, not rigid. She’s trembling, desire an unstoppable force.
‘I can’t do this until I know you won’t regret it. It’s just how I’m wired. I’m not that kind of man.’
‘A man who fucks random women?’
‘You’re not a random woman now,’ I say seriously. ‘You’re a twenty-three-year-old virgin who just buried her mum, and you deserve your first time to be mind-blowing and one hundred percent guaranteed to be something you won’t wake up and wish didn’t happen.’
‘And you think that’s what you’ll give me? Mind-blowing sex?’
At that, the silent challenge in her words, I can’t help it. I drop to my knees in front of her, kneeling at her feet as I separate the button of her jeans and then push the zip down.
I hear her breath—so forced, so raspy.
I push her lace thong lower, just enough for my tongue to be able to reach her wet clit. I stroke it and she runs her hands through my hair, her needs a palpable force between us.
‘Agree,’ I demand, my fingers splayed on her hips, holding her steady. ‘Agree to do it how I want, and I’ll be the first man to fuck you, Millie.’
She doesn’t say anything. I move my tongue a little faster. Fuck, she tastes good. I ache for her. I ache for her to the point where I almost want to scrap my stupid rules and just make this happen now. Right here.
But she whispers, ‘Yes...’ and I know it’s the right choice—for both of us.
I stand up before she comes again, feeling like a right bastard but wanting her to ache for me as I am for her.
‘That’s enough for now.’
She stares at me like I’m the worst kind of asshole on earth.
‘No.’
I laugh softly, showing my torment. ‘I’ll have my driver take you home.’
She glares at me. ‘No.’
I laugh again. ‘Come back Friday.’
‘Friday?’ She looks at me with anger and then amusement. ‘You’re unbelievable.’
‘And you’re impatient.’
She nods. ‘Maybe. But only because I’ve waited a long time for this.’
My eyes spark with hers. ‘And a few more nights won’t kill you...’
She
