A Virgin for a Vow

Luke walked her backwards to the bed, his mouth still fused to hers, the movement of his thighs brushing against hers making her insides quiver in feverish anticipation. No kiss she had ever experienced made her feel this level of excitement. Every one of her erogenous zones was eagerly awaiting his touch. She could feel herself swelling in her most secret place, the tingling sensation like a hollow spasm of part pain, part pleasure.

Luke laid her down on the bed and came down beside her, his hand going down her body in one slow stroke from her breast to her thigh and back again. When he came back to her breast he bent his mouth to it, circling his tongue around her tight nipple, stirring sensations in her that made her back arch like a cat enjoying a stroke.

He opened his mouth over her nipple, teasing it with his tongue, and then drawing on her with gentle little sucks that made her mouth drop open on a gasp of pleasure. He moved to the other breast, subjecting it to the same exquisite torture, sending riotous pulses of delight through her body.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he said against her lips. ‘Every inch of you is so damn beautiful.’

Abby wasn’t used to receiving compliments and wasn’t sure if he was just saying it to make her feel more comfortable with him. But she already felt amazingly comfortable with him. Why else had she stood half naked before him without a qualm? ‘Careful,’ she said with a self-effacing smile. ‘You’ll give me a big head.’

‘That’s not the only thing that’s getting big around here.’ His crooked smile made his blue eyes glint.

‘I can feel it.’ Abby reached for him, taking him carefully in her hand so she could explore the shape and heft of him. He was beading at the tip, the signal of high arousal, and it thrilled her to think she had done that to him.

He groaned and then let out a swift breath and eased her hand away, holding it captive in his. ‘I don’t want to rush this. To rush you.’

Abby was so aroused she couldn’t imagine needing further stimulation. But when he brought his mouth back to her breasts her desire went up another notch, until she was breathing heavily as his lips and tongue and the gentle pressure of his teeth made her body sing like an opera diva.

He moved from her breasts to press soft just-touching kisses all the way down to her belly. He dipped the tip of his tongue into the shallow whirl of her bellybutton, setting off a racing fire of need further down her body.

‘I want to taste you.’ His voice had that honey and gravel combo thing going on. She hadn’t realised it was possible to be so turned on by a man’s voice.

Abby had read about this type of pleasuring but had never thought it was for her. She thought she’d be too shy or embarrassed at being so exposed to a lover. But, strangely, she felt none of that. All she felt was a sense of rightness, that this was what she wanted and needed, and somehow he did too.

He kissed her mound, allowing her time to get used to him being so close to the most intimate part of her body. Then he gently opened her with a stroke of his tongue, the caress making her shiver from head to foot with a cascading shower of powerful sensations. He went deeper, his lips and tongue working on the swollen nub of her clitoris, sending lightning strikes of pleasure through her.

The sudden orgasm swept through her like a hurricane through a house of cards, spinning her senses, flipping and rolling and tossing them until her entire body was shaking with it. Ripples of aftershock pulsed through her flesh, leaving her breathless until every muscle relaxed as if her skeleton had been turned to liquid. ‘That was…amazing isn’t the right word,’ Abby’s voice came out as a whisper. ‘Mind-blowing. Unbelievable. Magical. Wow. Wow. Wow.’

He came back to kiss her mouth, the musky taste of her on his lips exciting her in a way she would never have thought possible. It added another layer of intimacy that made her feel as if something had shifted between them.

Something unique and special that could not be undone.

Luke caressed her breasts again, lingering over each one as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

‘Aren’t you going to—?’ Abby said, feeling the hard ridge of his arousal against her thigh.

‘I’m trying to slow down.’

‘You don’t need to. I’m ready.’ She was more than ready. Her body was crying out for the physical connection that would finally join her with him in the most intimate embrace known to humankind.

He framed her face with his hands, his gaze searching. ‘Are you sure about this. Really sure?’

Abby had never felt surer about anything. ‘Make love to me, Luke. Please?’

He took in an uneven breath, his gaze dipping to her mouth, his thumb pad stroking along her lower lip. ‘You have such a kissable mouth. I’ve thought about kissing it for a long time.’