An Innocent, a Seduction, a Secret

He walked her back until she hit a wall of books. He had to put his hands on the shelves either side of her head, because he wasn’t sure if he could control himself if he touched her.

He dipped his head towards hers and for an infinitesimal moment let his mouth hover above hers. Her scent wound around him, sweet and fresh. He had the strangest sensation that he was tipping over the edge of something he’d never encountered before but he pushed it out of his head, telling himself it was just the edge of his control...

Edie’s breath had deserted her altogether as she’d waited for that first exquisite touch of Sebastio’s mouth on hers. And when it came she nearly slid down the shelves at her back. Instant heat flooded her whole body and she reached out to clutch at his clothes in a bid to stay standing.

The kiss burnt any lingering doubts from Edie’s mind. How on earth had she thought this was a choice? This was a need. And she knew she’d never need like this again. It was bittersweet to be already lamenting the absence of Sebastio’s touch even as he was kissing her.

Her hands clutched at him tighter as a kind of desperation wound through her. And finally he brought his hands down and cupped her face, angling her head so his kiss could go even deeper.

Edie was vaguely aware of the shelves of books at her back. Her brain was fusing with white heat. Sebastio’s mouth left hers and she sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. He trailed kisses across her jaw and down her neck and her head fell back, too heavy to hold up.

Sebastio smoothed a hand across her hip and her behind, cupping her bottom through the thin, slippery material of her dress. The pulse jumped between her legs, making her aware of the damp heat signalling her intense desire.

Edie’s hands climbed Sebastio’s chest, exploring the strong contours and the breadth of his shoulders. He was so big, but she didn’t feel overwhelmed or scared. She wanted more.

‘Sebastio...please...’ She didn’t even realise she’d spoken out loud until he drew back, eyes glittering fiercely.

‘What...?’

Edie didn’t know how to articulate what she wanted, so she just reached up and pressed her mouth to his again. He seemed to hesitate a moment, and then he gathered her to him so that her whole body was pressed against his. Her breasts were crushed against his chest. His erection was digging into her belly. He felt impossibly big, and hard, and acting on blind instinct, Edie cupped him through his trousers.

He hissed a breath through his teeth, and then said roughly, ‘You—I want to see you.’

Her hand fell away as Sebastio tugged on the knot at her waist, causing her dress to fall open. She barely felt the tiny draught skate over her hot skin. Sebastio pushed the dress apart and put his hands on her bare waist, spanning it easily.

‘Beautiful... Edie. You’re beautiful.’

She couldn’t even duck her head to hide away from the compliment. She felt drunk. Sebastio brought up a hand and expertly flicked open her bra at the front. Then he smoothed it back and placed his whole hand on one breast.

Edie nearly cried out. Her nipple was so tight it hurt, and it scraped against his palm with a delicious friction. He bent his head and flicked a tongue across the tip, and Edie pressed her thighs together to try and stem the spasm of desire as Sebastio’s mouth closed over her nipple and he sucked roughly.

Her hands were in his hair, and she had to be hurting him, but she was only aware of the exquisite drugging, dragging pleasure of his mouth on her breasts. First one and then the other.

Things seemed to escalate within seconds. Edie was panting, her hand seeking Sebastio’s body again, fingers fumbling with his trousers. She wanted to take him in her hand, feel that potent hardness.

He said something guttural in Spanish—something she couldn’t understand. And then her hands were being gently pushed aside as he undid his belt and trousers. Edie looked at Sebastio through a haze of lust. His hair was flopping over his forehead and his face was flushed. He took her breath away.

Then she looked down and saw him take himself in his hand. Her mouth dried. He was big. And thick and hard. She saw moisture glistening at the head.

Edie felt a moment of trepidation as Sebastio’s hands came to her panties and he pulled them down over her hips. They fell on the floor at her feet. She was bared to him completely now, her dress wide open, but she couldn’t seem to drum up any self-consciousness, even though he was the first man to see her all but totally naked. She only felt a fierce desire to fuse with him.

He looked at her for a long moment and then pressed close. She felt him against her bare skin. With his other hand he reached between her legs and Edie’s whole body went taut as he dragged a finger along the seam of her body, opening her up before sinking inside her.

She thought she might have screamed. She bent her head into Sebastio’s shoulder as his finger moved in and out, releasing her desire and making the tension deep inside her coil so tightly that she wasn’t sure where it could go—until it exploded and she tensed against his hand, her whole being pulsating on waves of pleasure so intense that she almost lost consciousness for a moment.

After a couple of seconds Sebastio lifted one of Edie’s legs and held it, aligning their bodies until the tip of his penis was touching her core. Little after-shocks of pleasure were still coursing through her system but she felt herself moving to accomodate his body, anticipating the moment when he would surge between her legs, stretching her wide. Filling her. She ached for it. As if she’d been waiting for this all her life.

But for a second he stopped. And in that moment, a sliver of sanity returned to Edie’s overheated brain. She was about to be made love to for the first time, standing up against a bookshelf. And suddenly the prospect of Sebastio’s reaction when he realised she was a virgin made her go cold.

She could feel his muscles bunching as he prepared to join their bodies and she put a hand on his chest. It was trembling. She realised very belatedly that he was still almost fully dressed.

‘Wait...’ Her voice sounded scratchy.

Immediately he stopped and looked at her. ‘Okay?’

Edie shook her head.

Sebastio put down her leg and pulled back. ‘What is it?’