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I had never had a man take this much time with me. Usually sex was just that: sex. I’d never had a man worship my body like he was doing and he was doing just that, knowing I wasn’t going to have sex with him.

His right hand moved behind my legs and I realized what he meant by the ‘anywhere’ comment. Still, I didn’t stop him. He was doing it slowly, giving me enough time to stop him if I didn’t want it.

But I didn’t.

And that could possibly be the second stupid thing I’d done tonight. First being letting him take me out of my dress.

I had said no sex.

He wasn’t breaking the rule. But he was working a way around it.

He slid two fingers in me at the same time his lips silenced my mouth. He kept the slow pace while kissing me. My hands went in his hair and I kissed him back, feeling so relaxed. Sex always de-stressed me. And if this was a taste of what he was like, I knew he would be amazing in bed.

Maybe he’d be the best I’d ever had. But I was staying firm on my decision. No sex.

He pulled his lips from mine. “Darling, I’m picking up the speed and I don’t want you to fight me.” Then he did just that, he picked up the speed; his fingers moving so perfectly in and out of me.

I arched up into his body.

“That’s it, darling. Don’t fight it.”

His other hand pushed down my bra strap and I was so lost in the sensation of his fingers that I didn’t realize he was pushing my bra down.

“I always knew you would have more piercings.” He grinned at me like he had just discovered treasure. Then his mouth wrapped around my nipple and my piercing. Sucking.

My breathing was coming out sharper as he increased the speed again. I was clenching. I could feel it.

His mouth went off me and to my ear. “When you come I want to hear my name.”

I shook my head. “I don’t do that.”

“For me you will.” His thumb started to rub me. It was like he knew exactly how to touch me. Like I was his instrument and he had been playing me for years. “Layla, my name. You understand?”

I gripped his shoulders. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He kissed my forehead, pleased with me. “You ready?”

He had me so close. Then he somehow went up a speed. I locked my hands on his shoulders; he was lifting me off the bed, not stopping the speed. I knew he wasn’t going to stop till I came. My body started to tighten.

“Come on darling, you’re nearly there, I can feel you.” He kissed my cheek. He was right. So very right. It was like this wasn’t his first time with me. He could read my body that well.

I clenched and, just as he wanted, his name came off my lips. He slowly slowed his pace, riding me out. I was panting and clinging to him. He looked down at me, mesmerized. Then he kissed my forehead.

“That was exactly what I wanted,” he murmured. He pulled out of me. “I’m going to have a cold shower. You find us something to watch.” He dropped the remotes next to me and, just before he pulled away from me completely, he kissed my cheek. “Make sure it’s not a chick flick. I refuse to watch them.”

I unclamped my hands from him, my breathing coming out staggered. I heard a door close and I realized I had to pull myself together. I was lying on his bed, slightly panting. I wasn’t expecting that.

I clenched my eyes shut. Didn’t I tell myself I was sworn off him? And I turn around and let him do that? I sat up, taking my bra off and grabbing his t-shirt. I refused to be angry with myself because that was amazing, and after all the stress with Hannah, that had really given me a release.

So, as much as I wanted to yell at myself, I didn’t. Maybe that was going to be my downfall in the end.

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Hannah

I was laying on one of his arms, and his other arm was wrapped around, pulling me firmly back to him. All night we’d slept like this after, well, the best experience of my life. He was so gentle with me, like I was a flower and he didn’t want one petal to fall.

I didn’t want to move, never having felt this safe and comfortable. He was amazing and so extremely gentle with me. My mind ran over the bath we’d had together, how he kissed and explored me. I let out a sigh because what had followed was the most beautiful way to lose your virginity.

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