Page 22 of The Virgin's Dance with the Devil
“Is it true what the boys used to say at school, that their testicles would explode if a girl refused to put out?” she asked shakily.
He laughed, a touch of pain laced with the humour. “No, that’s just what randy boys say when hoping to make a girl feel guilty.”
Her voice dropped. “So you don’t want me to…?” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
He laughed again and speared his fingers into her hair. “You don’t owe me anything. We have all the time in the world, my angel.”
She relaxed into him, listening again to the strong beat of his heart, her own heart feeling like it was trying to burst out of her body into his. Smoothing the flat of her hand over his chest, she thought again how different the texture of his skin was to hers, almost as if it were knitted more tightly, and as she thought this, a compulsion formed to touch lower and try to give him a little of the pleasure he’d given her. It was a compulsion that made the air catch in her lungs and her heart thump.
Could she…? Could she really dothat…?
Hardly breathing, she tentatively brushed her fingers over Rico’s skin. When she reached his belly button, his breath seemed to stop too.
Moving at a snail-like pace, her hesitant fingers slipped down the line of fine, dark hair. By the time she reached the waistband of his shorts, she was trembling again, frightened of what she was doing but more frightened of how much she wanted to do what she was doing.
She summoned all her courage and dipped her fingers beneath the waistband.
She’d barely slipped more than the tipsin when he covered her hand to stop her going any further. “You don’t owe me anything,” he repeated hoarsely.
“I want to,” she whispered, and was certain he must feel the heat of her blush burning through to his heart.
After the longest time, the hand covering hers loosened.
She’d dipped her fingers only another centimetre when she met the tip of his arousal.
She sucked in a breath and swallowed, a flutter of sensation pulsing back to life between her legs.
Slowly, her hand crept down its length until she reached the base. Rico didn’t move so much as a muscle… but his arousal moved, a pulse rippling beneath the smooth, warm, hard exterior. She wrapped her fingers around it… tried to. He was so big they couldn’t go all the way round.
“Show me how,” she whispered.
He groaned lowly. “Marisa…”
“Please? I want to.”
He joined her hand beneath the lining of his shorts and gently covered it again. Guiding her, he slowly drew her clasping hand up and down his length, pressing tighter at the base where a thick vein pulsed strongly.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked in a hushed tone after he’d let go of her hand.
He mumbled something unintelligible and speared his fingers deeper in her hair.
Instinct had her tightening her hold. His groan of pleasure emboldened her. The pulse between her legs started to burn, and she quickened her strokes. His breaths quickened too. “Marisa,” he choked, “Let me go. I can’t hold it.”
But instinct acted for her again, and instead of obeying, she tightened her grip and quickened her strokes even more. In moments, his whole body had gone rigid, the pads of his fingers digging tightly into herskull, and then he jerked and, with a groan that came from deep in his throat, spurted hot semen all over her hand.
For the longest time, neither of them moved nor said anything. Marisa had loosened her grip, but didn’t let go, feeling his erection slowly deflate. Rico’s breathing was heavy, the weighty beats of his heart a rapid thud against her ear.
Eventually, he swallowed. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Her heart sinking, she pulled her hand onto his washboard stomach and lifted herself to gaze down at him. “Did I do it wrong?”
The hand that had been buried in her hair palmed her cheek, his stare intense. “Wrong…? Marisa, that felt incredible.”
“Then why…?”
Face contorting, he closed his eyes briefly. “I don’t want you ever feeling that you have to do something.”
Her heart rose into her throat. “But I love you.” And as she spoke the words, something lightened in her heart.
