“Are you scared?” He asked.
I shook my head. “Not really. I’m looking forward to it. It’s exciting.”
His hand was between my legs again and he flicked at my still sensitive clit. With his other hand he unhooked my bra and I pulled it off, giving him full access to my breasts.
“These are incredible,” he growled as he moved in to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently and then harder, until he had them both erect and sticking straight out from my breasts.
I was writhing underneath him and feeling somewhat neglectful that he wasn’t getting as much attention so I reached down into his underwear to touch him and explore the silky length of his cock. He was already oozing precum and I wished I could get to him to lick it from the tip, but I could tell he had other plans.
“I want you, Samara. Now.”
The intensity in his voice made me shudder and gasp. I spread my legs wider and let him move between them as he slid his boxer briefs off and tossed them aside. Then he quickly sheathed his cocked with a rubber.
“You’re so wet. Samara, are you ready? I’ll go slowly for you…” he leaned in closely to whisper into my ear, “but only this time.”
I nodded furiously, the need in me growing by the second. “Please, I want you Neil.”
I felt the tip of his cock probing at my tight entrance. Slowly, gently, he began pushing himself inside me. He was bigger than I realized and I felt myself getting accustomed to his size as he stretched me with every inch he pushed in. When he was finally buried inside me he let out a sigh and paused there for a moment.
“I hope this feels half as good to you as it does for me,” he said, and I pulled him down to kiss me as he slowly began to withdraw and then thrust into me again. It was exquisite, this feeling of being filled and possessed. I could see why he leaned toward the dominance—because right now he owned me. He was claiming me as his own. And forever we would have this night, when I let him be the one to take my virginity.
His pace increased and I could tell by the look on his face that he was lost in the pleasure of it all. His eyes were half closed and his hips thrusted in and out of me, edging him closer to the moment of his climax.
I could feel something building as well. It was different with him inside me, and he was touching places I had never been touched before, not by fingers or a vibrator. It was as if he had access to a part of me that no one else had ever been able to reach. And every time he thrust himself into me it was a little closer to what felt like it was going to be a very intense orgasm.
With one final thrust punctuated by a groan, Neil let himself go and I felt him shudder inside me as I wrapped my legs around him and held him close, my own pleasure so overwhelming that I could do nothing but try to catch my breath.
He had bought and paid for me, and I was no longer a virgin.
Chapter 9
How many more times had it been that night? I lost count after five. Neil had continued waking me up during the night, his hands roaming and exploring every inch of my body. I had never felt like this with anyone, ever. It was like he wanted to worship me and savor every second that we had together. I couldn’t blame him for that. He was paying a high price to have me keep him company for the span of a week.
It felt natural waking up beside him the next morning, his arm casually thrown over the length of my body. He stroked the flesh of my hip as he woke and turned me over to face him.
“Good morning, Samara.”
“Good morning, Neil,” I said with a smile.
“Would you like some breakfast? I’ll have Meredith whip up something for us if you like.”
My stomach growled at the mention of breakfast.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then.” He picked up his phone, opened an app, and made a few selections before putting his phone aside again. “That just lets her know that I’m awake and to expect me in the kitchen in about 20 minutes.”
“Why are you going to wait 20 minutes?”
“Because I have other plans,” Neil said and he quickly made his other plans clear as he started to devour my body once again.
**
Breakfast was delicious, both that day and the next. Everything that Meredith cooked was exceptional and it seemed like less of a ridiculous expense to keep a cook and housekeeper on hand when she could put together meals like the ones I had been served.
On the second morning in the penthouse, after the first day was spent getting to know each other a little better and becoming accustomed to having the other person around, Neil said he had a surprise for me.
“What is it?” I asked as he led me down the hall.
“Remember how I said I had another bedroom?”