"Please. Tell me?" I ask him softly.
He looks away from me. I can hear his sharp intake of breath. He looks back at me, his eyes are filled with confusion once more. "I honestly don't know," he answers.
I can tell that he is reluctant to say more. I want him to open up to me. I wait for him to continue talking. I watch as he starts to pace back and forth. "All I know is that I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night. I realize now that it’s because I'm falling for you. Hard. I can't stop myself, no matter how hard I fucking fight it," He admits softly.
I walk over to him and put a hand on his arm. He stops pacing and looks at me, startled. I gaze up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I want him to continue talking about us, to know that he has feelings for me. I can see it for the first time. The longer that I look at him, I see the fear in his eyes. It's not me that he doesn't want, it's the feelings.
He is deathly afraid of falling in love. That's why he is so aloof, why he keeps his distance. My heart aches for him as I realize how damaged his heart and soul must be. I want to fix that. I want him to be happy and complete
I raise my hand and gently brush it across his cheek. "Why do you fight it so hard?" I ask him softly, "You know already that I am different than everyone else."
He watches me, but says nothing. I'm hesitant now because I don't want to scare him away. I keep my hand on his cheek, my eyes are on his as I slowly lean in to kiss him. I can still see the fear before our eyes close. The kiss is soft and tender, with fear and hesitation. There is no trace of our earlier anger. It's still much different than our first kiss. This one is meant to heal both our wounded hearts and knit them together.
His hands softly rest on my hips. Everything about this moment is gentle and tender, but it doesn’t take long before the chemistry between us starts a reaction and the passion ignites
He stops kissing me long enough to gaze into my eyes. I can see little sparkles of hope in them. I know he’s still afraid, but he wants this just as much as I do. The words remain unspoken, but understood.
He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist. We start kissing again, this time with more hunger. Like each of us has something the other needs. He sits on the edge of the desk that I have in the back, tugging me onto his lap. We break away and I keep my balance as he unzips his pants. The skirt of my dress is up past my hips. While he pulls a condom from his pocket, I stand up for a moment and shimmy out of my panties before sliding right back into place.
He guides his shaft into position and gazes at me. Meeting his eyes in answer, I slowly slide down onto his erection.
I let out a soft gasp as I feel his entire length pushing inside of me. He groans in delight. I place a hand on his shoulder to steady myself. All these feelings are so new, I'm not used to this. I feel my insides stretching and molding to accommodate him, but I’m so wet that it doesn’t sting like I’m expecting.
He wraps his hands around my waist, endlessly patient and gentle. He slowly lifts me, and lets me slide back down. He moves slow, so as not to hurt me. Gradually I get used to the feeling and start to take the reins, making my own pace.
Even though the love making is so gentle and sweet, it's even more exciting than my fantasies. I'm finally losing my virginity, to a gorgeous man that I met in a crazy way. We are also doing it in the back of my shop, during a sex auction. If someone had told me it would happen like this I would have laughed in disbelief.
But there’s no laughter as I wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders and start to ride him faster and harder. He moans and buries his face in my breasts. I throw my head back as he sucks on my nipples. It feels fucking incredible and turns me on even more. He can tell how much I’m enjoying this. Things grow hotter by the second.
He takes hold of my hips, and guides me up and down, pausing so that I feel every inch of him inside of me. It drives me crazy. This man definitely knows what he's doing. I cry out his name once more. This even better than I ever could have imagined it would be. How can I be worried or scared about something that feels this good? Especially with a man this sweet and kind.