Page 33 of Vengeful Seduction
With exquisite gentleness, he put me down on the bed. He took a step back and tugged his shirt off, and for the first time I was afraid.
He was so big, so strong, and so masculine. He could hurt me, maybe without even meaning to.
For a second or two, the scared girl I had been for so long—the girl who was afraid of letting anyone close to her—that girl almost took over. But then David was there, half naked, beautiful, sweet, and tender as he leaned in and kissed me.
It was soft at first—gentle—as though he knew I needed to be soothed. As he went, he slowly turned up the heat until the kiss seared me right down to my soul and made me quake with need for him.
He knew just what I needed, and he soon had me melting into the heat of our kisses. When he slid his hand under my blouse and started to undo the buttons—one by one—I let him.
Soon, I was very glad I had. He expertly undid my bra and my breasts tumbled free. His fingers slid over my smooth skin, pausing over my nipples to toy with and tease them.
I watched, breathless, as his mouth replaced his fingers. The hardened little nub of my nipple disappeared between his lips and he suckled at it while he pushed my shirt off.
Our clothing was falling off, and even the warm air felt cool against my heated skin. After the first surge of nerves had been chased away by his touch, they never came back. He was too good, and arousal spurred me on past any fear I might have felt.
I had spent so much time living in my head. He brought me back into my body, made me feel these exquisite sensations, and showed me I had nothing to fear.
So far, everything we’d done together had involved him doing things to me. For the first time I reached out, slipping my hand curiously over his flat stomach, over the ridges of his abs, and down over his hips.
His skin was softer than I would have thought and so warm. My fingers tingled as my hand worked its way down over his hipbones, tracing over them before I got brave enough to wrap my fingers around him.
So hard. So hot. But smooth and soft, too. He felt like a warm, living steel bar covered in silk. I stroked over the length of him curiously and smiled a little when I heard him make the hottest, most gorgeous gasp of pleasure.
I had no idea what I was doing, at least not on a conscious level. His noises, though, taught me quickly. When he slid his fingers between my legs, tracing over my swollen, wet, sensitive folds, it seemed to tap into some sort of instinct, and my grip on him firmed.
“I love you,” I admitted, and it was only when I said the words that I realized how very true they were. It was the only reason I was allowing him to do this at all. I never would have let anyone touch me like this if I didn’t love them, and I was about to let him do a lot more.
I could tell he was surprised by those three words, and who could blame him? Everything between us was so new and this was all going so fast, but it didn’t stop those words from being true.
It turns out I could fall in love. I had thought perhaps it wasn’t possible for me, but when it was the right person, at the right time, I could definitely do it. Still, it was very quick, and I didn’t expect him to say the words back to me.
Even if I just knew I meant something to him, it would be good enough. And I could tell I did just by looking into his eyes.
After a few seconds he smiled and nodded, and his free hand—the one not doing amazing things to my clit—reached out as he ran his fingers affectionately over my cheek.
“I love you, too,” he whispered. Those words went straight to my heart and made it feel like it was swelling within me. Right then, I knew what it was to feel true, complete happiness. I couldn’t keep the huge smile off of my face.
He loved me!
“Really?” I breathed, and I felt my body tensing with the sensation I’d only felt a few times before. I was going to have another orgasm, and at least a part of it was due to the words he’d just spoken to me.
“Yes, really,” he murmured as he eased a finger inside of me. It felt good, but it wasn’t quite enough. I knew what I wanted and needed. “And I’m going to make you come until you can’t anymore.”
He flicked his finger in the exact right way and I cried out, wrapping my free arm around his strong shoulders. I clung to him as I worked on his member, stroking it, desperate to give him even a fraction of the pleasure he was giving me.
Seconds later my whole body was convulsing, shaking with the force of the pleasure that slammed through me, robbing me of my senses, and leaving me breathless and gasping.
“That’s just the start,” he murmured, and I got the distinct idea he was enjoying himself.
“Just a second, please,” I moaned, trying to pull myself together. The way he touched me, the way he made me orgasm almost without trying, was a bit overwhelming. I needed to catch my breath.
“If you want to rest for a second, there’s something I wouldn’t mind you doing,” David said with a small, mischievous smirk on his handsome face.
At first, I didn’t know what he wanted, but I figured it out when he gestured downward. I followed his gaze and blushed a bright red all the way to the tips of my ears.
If anyone had told me I would actually want to take a man into my mouth, I would have laughed at them. I had always found the whole idea a little bit gross. But for some reason, when my eyes landed on his thick, hard cock, I found it difficult to look away.
“You don’t have to,” he assured me, and I took a deep breath. I wanted to. It was a little scary, but then, all of this was.
