When he kisses me again, it's with an urgency I haven't experienced with him before. He asks me to trust him, and I do. He promises he'll be gentle with me, and I believe that he'll do his best to take care of me.
Even though we haven't met that long ago, I care enough about him to do this and trust him enough to feel
like he won't hurt me. My instincts tell me this is right, and I decide to follow those instincts and see where they lead me.
Thomas spends a lot of time kissing me again and running his hands over my body. My shirt and bra are off, and I'm practically naked with my pants so far down my legs. But I don't want to cover up again. I want him to see me. The way he looks at me makes me feel like there is something to look at. He makes me feel beautiful. I want him to know that I think he's attractive, too. That he's handsome, irresistible.
I reach down and unbutton his pants. I push my hands into his underwear again, the way I had before and wrap my fingers around him. Thomas groans. With my other hand, I pull his pants down a little at the front to give me more room.
If I'm going to do this, I want to do it properly.
Tell me what you like, Nicole," he says softly.
"What do you mean?" My stomach drops, confused by his question.
"I know you haven’t done… it. But, when you have, you know… come, what did you like?" He explains his question.
Staring at him blankly, I swallow hard, unable how I should answer his question. I’ve never even had an orgasm, so how can I tell him how to please me? Oh gosh, are you supposed to know that? I’ve never even gotten this far with a guy, so I’m completely lost.
"You’ve never…?" He trails off, looking at me with disbelief in his eyes.
"No," my voice is barely above a whisper. I see the breath escape him and my heart stops as his head drops. This is it, he’s going to want to leave knowing how inexperienced I am, I can feel it. But when he raises his face back to mine, there’s a shadow of a smirk on his face and I think there could still be a chance that we could go on with this, which excites me because my body is raging.
"What have you done?" he asks, tilting his head like he’s studying me.
"What we’ve done. This is the furthest I’ve ever gone," I admit shyly, and this time I’m sure he’s smirking.
"Oh, baby," he mutters as his face comes toward mine. Leaning forward, I meet him halfway, offering my mouth and he takes it with great urgency, his tongue sliding passed my lips as he tastes me eagerly.
My hands drop to his waist, pushing at his pants, hoping to free that humungous bulge at his crotch, but he covers my small fingers with his strong hands, moving my hands up to his neck. His lips move down to chin, and his teeth graze my jawline. The muscles in my pelvis clench in a way I’ve never felt, my stomach fluttering with butterflies as a nervous tension works through my body. My hands drop to his waist, and again he stops me.
"Slow down, baby," he whispers in my ear. Hearing him call me that makes me feel so special, and him wanting to take it slow feels like he knows how important this is to me.
Obviously, he could just rush through this. I’ve told him I want to have sex, so he has the green light he needs to focus on himself, but instead he’s choosing to put me first and that only makes him hotter. I’ve never met a man that behaves so. I don’t even know how to explain it. He’s like a gentleman of the past, so kind and caring, more romantic than men in movies.
His tongue traces the outline of my ear before his front teeth tug my earlobe, and a soft moan drips from my mouth slowly. Pressing his hips against me, I feel that hard bulge and I want it, I want him.
"I want you, Thomas," I sigh.
"I know, baby. Just trust me, okay?" he smirks, looking down at me as he hovers above me, balancing his weight on his elbows as he looks into my eyes. Leaning down, he gently kisses the tip of my nose and I can see the adoration in his eyes. In that moment, I’m sure he cares about me as I care for him and I relax completely.
"I do," I assure him, and I do trust Thomas.
His lips take mine before I even know what’s happening, kissing me passionately and I gasp at the intensity, his teeth grazing my tongue. Moaning into his mouth, he swallows the sounds of my desire as my body lifts to grind against him.
Breaking the embrace, Thomas lifts his body, our faces just inches from each other, so close I can smell the coffee on his breath. His eyes are piercing through my soul, I feel myself melting beneath him and a smile spreads across my face as I watch him in awe.
"You’re so beautiful," he finally says and I know my cheeks blush as my chest heaves in anticipation.
"You make me feel beautiful," I admit, and his eyes squint as if he misunderstands me, but he doesn’t say anything back. Instead, he moves down my body, his lips sprinkling kisses as he lowers, beginning at my neck.
"Oh God," I gasp, his mouth licking, sucking and biting my neck, and it feels amazing.
"Mmm…" he hums and his bulge presses against me.
When he arrives at my breasts, his tongue moves in circles around my nipple and then his teeth tug at my razor sharp nipple, my body arching in delight.
"Thomas," I moan his name. I may not have done this before, but I’m sure I’m ready. My body feels electric, adrenaline coursing through me like nothing I’ve ever experienced.