Page 26 of Bratva Bastard

On instinct, I pushed him away, laughing. “I don’t know about that… I mean, I’ve had an exhausting day. I’m pretty tired.”

But I wasn’t. Not anymore. Now I was wide awake, completely wired and ready for anything. Yet, there was still a part of me that held back, and it wasn’t because of exhaustion or Luiz—as terrible as that sounded.

I was embarrassed to tell him I was a virgin. Especially for someone who has been with so many women. He’d probably laugh at me. And even if he didn’t, I felt like such an amateur compared to those other women. What if I was bad at it? Even the stuff leading up to it was still foreign to me, having only done those things a few times.

Half the women my age were married with kids. And even the ones that weren’t, had experience in the lovemaking department. I felt immature and childish, like a teenager trying to hook up with a college man. Despite all the reasons I’d waited, they were out the window, and I was left with nothing but embarrassment.

He nipped at my earlobe, his lips trailing kisses down to the nape of my neck, where he sucked on a spot that made a heated desire pool deep in my belly, throbbing and aching for more. I let out a soft moan, and he smiled against my neck.

“Too tired for that?” he asked.

Grabbing his face, I pulled him back to my lips, my tongue invading his mouth. All my insecurities temporarily melted away, allowing me the confidence to push him down to the sand, climbing on top to straddle him.

That seemed to turn him on, because he grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing hard. Not like the gentle squeeze of reassurance he’d done with my hands, but a rough, primal squeeze that matched the hungry look in his eyes.

And I was the one to satiate his hunger.

Grabbing his shirt collar, I pulled him up to me, kissing him hard and with more passion than I’d ever kissed anyone before. His hands slid up my back, the sensation from his fingertips leaving a trail of pure pleasure.

Without thinking, I let my body react to him naturally—no holding back or wondering if I was doing it right. I allowed myself to do what my instincts told me, and it was liberating.

I yanked on his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He stiffened beneath me, his entire body tense at my action.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing my hands before I could go any further. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I cocked my head to the side, curious why he’d stop me. My insecurities came flooding back, wondering if I’d done something wrong, or if he had doubts. “Do you stop every woman before intimacy? Or is it because I’m a virgin?”

Unintentionally, I’d blurted out my little secret. But in a way, it was a huge relief to get it off my chest. Now he knew, and there was no taking it back.

“No,” he answered with a soft, loving expression. He caressed my hand with his thumb, holding my gaze. “It’s because I like you, Crissy. I respect you, and don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you might regret later. It has nothing to do with your virginity, though now that I know, I need to ask you again. Are you sure?”

Without hesitation, I kissed him, cupping his face with my hands. “I’ve never been more sure.”

His lips traveled to my neck, trailing kisses to my ear. “Then I want your first time to be memorable.” he said in a gruff deep voice that sent a wave of pleasure through my body.

He gently lifted me off of his lap, leaving me chilly and craving his warmth. However, he reappeared in a few seconds with a large soft beach towel that he had stolen from a neighboring lounger.

He spread the towel over the sand and sat down, gesturing for me to join him. I sat down next to him, and he drew me in again. Our kiss deepened, and his arms wrapped around my back, holding onto me as he lowered me down. And he did it without breaking the kiss. Impressive.

He abruptly withdraws from the kiss, pressing his forehead against mine, wrapping his arm around my back, drawing me closer to his body. His rock-solid erection was pressing up against my stomach. “Do you feel that?”

My heart was pounding in my chest at what felt like a million beats per second. He took my breath away, he was so sexy and beautiful. All I could do was nod in assent.

“You do that to me Crissy,” he growls.

“I have to be honest and say that I’m a tad bit nervous. Do you still want me despite the fact that I don’t really know what I’m doing?”

“God, Crissy, I want you so bad, you’ve invaded all my thoughts since I saw you at that wedding.”

It’s impossible for me to tell if Maxim’s heart or mine is beating harder at this moment.

Once again, his lips are on mine, and I am completely under his control.

I whisper against his lips, “You make my body throb.”

He lets out a low, throaty groan before reaching inside my shorts. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispers between kisses, slipping his finger through my wet folds.

I whimper, clenching from his touch.

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