But what am I supposed to do now? I know that I want something between us to start, but I don’t know how. I’ve never made any moves before, let alone the first. What should I do? Just grab hold of him? Say something? I’m lost in indecision, the heat growing in my belly as I think about what I want him to do to me, but unable to make it happen.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Edward
There’s a new energy between us. I can feel it, thrumming almost palpably. A new heat rising in the small space between us, like we’re two magnets being pulled together by an inescapable force. I set the phone back onto its holder and toss the menu back onto the table and then I can no longer ignore it. It’s there, and it’s real, just like I had hoped.
I turn to Casey and see it in her eyes, lidded and looking at me through her lashes; her mouth, just slightly parted as she catches her breath; her cheeks, tinged with a light pink, as her gaze falls to my own lips. I won’t make her wait. I want this – I want her. I want to make her mine, and now that I see permission in her eyes, I will take her.
I reach out to cup one side of her face first as I bend my head down, my mouth seeking out hers for that first contact. It’s hot and heady, her soft lips pressed against mine for a sweet kiss. I flick my tongue against her lips, looking for access, and they part for me as if by instinct. Then our tongues are dancing as I deepen the kiss, holding her against me, exploring her mouth.
When I pull back Casey’s eyes are closed, and she opens them to stare up at me, her breath still catching unevenly. Her expression is shock and awe, surprise and desire, all layered together. She didn't think I would make this move. I lower my head to kiss her deeply again, to show her that it wasn't a mistake, that I want this.
With one hand still holding her cheek, I move the other over her neck, sweeping it across the curve of her shoulder, down over her side to her waist, pulling her closer to me. I shift on the bed so that we can press together more closely, feeling the heat of her body against mine, all soft where I’m hard, the perfect counterpart.
I release her lips only to move her with an animalistic growl from deep inside my chest, lifting her and pushing her back onto the bed, flat on her back, looking up at me with eyes that are questioning but trusting. She will let me have what I want. I know it when I look into her eyes. All I have to do is take her, claim her, show her that she’s mine.
I crawl over her, positioning my body exactly over hers, supporting my weight on my knees as I lean down to kiss her again. My fingers twined in her blonde hair while my other hand explores her chest, the contours of her bra, the flesh spilling over the side. My hand slips down to her hip, my thumb holding the exact junction of her waist with her hip, my fingers circling around to the side of her ass, squeezing.
She feels so good under my hands. I trail my fingers under her t-shirt, across the heated skin there, pushing up and up slowly until I reach her chest. I push the fabric out of the way, over her shoulders and then, as she raises her arms, up and over her head. I toss it onto the floor dismissively, feasting my attention on her breasts, the way they swell and rise with her heavy breathes under her bra. I want it out of the way – I want my skin on her skin, my hands on her.
I reach behind her for a moment for the clasp and find it, flicking it open. The material sags without the tension holding it in place, and I lean down to kiss her hungrily as I pull it away from her body, letting it join the t-shirt on the floor. I break off to look, to take in the glorious sight of her. She spills over my hands, each of her breasts too large to fit only in my palms, my fingers gently squeezing all they can find only to release and then circle her nipples, drawing them up harder and taller.
Casey groans low in her throat and I lower my face to her chest, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and flicking at it with my tongue as my hand repeats the same motions on the other side. Then I walk my free hand down, down to the waistband of her jeans, down to pop the button and slide down her zipper.
“Wait,” Casey blurts out, and I stop immediately. “There’s something… I should tell you something.”
“What is it?” I ask, looking down at her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. I can’t imagine anything she could say that would make me not glory in this sight.
“I’m a virgin,” she says, the flush in her cheeks deepening to a red. “I… I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sorry. I – I thought I should tell you because I… I don’t know how to… to please you.”
She’s flushed and squirming, obviously deeply embarrassed by her admission. I freeze up completely. Of all the things she could have said, I wasn’t expecting that. I stare at her for a moment, unable to move or say a thing.
Then I hear a knock over my shoulder, room service arriving with our dinner. With quite possibly the worst timing that a room service delivery has ever had.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Casey
Edward is gone from over me, rolling off the bed to answer the door and collect our room service. I quickly scrambled to get underneath the covers, lifting them up over my chest to cover myself up. I feel awful. But I had to tell him – it was the right thing to do, in case he expected more from me than I was able to give. But now I think I’ve messed everything up.
What was I thinking? Of course, he wouldn’t want to be with a virgin like me. I’m just a kid compared to him. There’s no reason why he would waste any more time with me. I’m sure once the food is gone he’s going to leave – maybe he won’t even stay to eat. I don’t blame him. After this, we never have to see each other again. I’m flying home at the end of the week, and he’s already fulfilled his obligations of showing me around.
I don’t pay any attention to the conversation at the door, as Edward accepts the room service cart and carries in a tray before closing the door. All I can do is focus on the fact that my eyes are filling with tears, and try to blink them back. I’m such an idiot. I should have stayed quiet and maybe blamed it all on nerves.
Edward comes to sit on the side of the bed, facing me, and I can’t look at him. One hand is pressed high against my chest, holding the covers in place, but the other rests on the bed sheet. It’s this hand that he reaches for, taking hold of me and tracing a circle on the back of my hand with his thumb.
“I’m glad you told me,” he says, quietly. There’s intimacy in the way he talks to me, making me look up in spite of myself and meet his gaze. “It’s not something that should be taken lightly. Your first time is important. You’ll remember it for the rest of your life – and you want to have good memories, not bad ones.”
I want to speak, to tell him that I would have made good memories with him. That nothing about him could possibly be bad. But I feel like my heart is breaking, because this speech is going to be about why he has to leave and never see me again, and I don’t think I can open my mouth to speak without crying in front of him.
“It doesn’t put me off,” Edward says, his second hand joining the other, both of them sandwiching mine with a comforting touch. “I still want you. God, it’s hard to hold myself back, Casey. But your first time should be special.”
I frown, totally confused. I don’t know if I understand any of this. Did he just say that he’s actually fine with it? But then why does it still sound like he isn’t going to have sex with me? “What?” I ask, my voice coming out thick with emotion.
“I want your first time to be special,” he says. “I want there to be a build-up. A whole experience. I want you to know how special you are, and to feel it. I’m going to do that for you. But not tonight. We need time. I want tomorrow to be your special day.”
I blink. So… he means… he still wants me after all?
“Tomorrow,” I repeat, half-question, half-wonderment, the only thing I can manage to make my lips murmur.
“If you’ll have me,” Edward says, leaning forward to ghost his hand across the side of my cheek.
My eyes nearly pop out of my head. If I’ll have
him? Is he crazy?
“Yes,” I tell him, but then I make a hopeless gesture towards my own body. Aside from the sheets, I’m still topless, and there’s still an unresolved fire in the bottom of my belly, stoked before my confession. “But why not tonight?”
Edward gives me a knowing smile. “I know you’re eager for this,” he says. “I won’t leave you frustrated. We can still do other things, even if I don’t take your virginity just yet.”
“What do you mean?”
Edward only smiles. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t need to think about it. I do – inherently, even if I don’t know why.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Edward grins and leans in to kiss me. “Then here’s a little taste of tomorrow,” he says, and gently coaxes the covers down away from my chest.
He goes right back to where we were, as if nothing had happened. His hand on my breast, twisting my nipple in that way that seems to send electric sparks through me, then his mouth on the other side, his other hand tracing its way down to my waistband. His fingers slip inside the fabric, brushing across my skin, in a place no one else has ever touched me – making me shudder in anticipation and need and maybe a little bit of fear. I don’t know what to expect, but I do trust him like I said, and I let him explore me with his hands.
Edward shifts his weight, using both of his hands now to slowly push the fabric of my jeans down over my hips, my panties going with them. He moves to my feet to pull everything off me, and I’m naked in front of him, not a single scrap of clothing left to cover me up. I feel vulnerable but also excited – because I know I’ve chosen the right man to see me, and I only see admiration and adoration in his eyes as they sweep across my body.
Even so, I’m not prepared for what happens next. Edward moves forward between my legs, spreading them wide at the hips until I’m completely exposed to him. Cool air hits me there, alerting me to the fact that I’m already wet with the excitement, and I want to blush and squirm away and close my legs. But Edward looks at me with heavily lidded eyes and says one thing, one thing that pushes all of my insecurities aside.
“Beautiful.”
I can’t resist the way he looks at me, the way the word falls off his lips. I don’t want to cover myself up now – I want him to see. I want him to tell me again how beautiful I am. I want to feel like it’s true, the way he keeps making me feel that way over and over again, like no one else ever has.
And when he dips his head down low and I feel the touch of his tongue on my sex, I can only gasp in surprise and in pleasure at the way his rough tongue scrapes along all of my delicate nerve endings, setting them completely on fire.
My hands clutch into fists in the sheet on either side of me, trying to hold on to something in the face of how strong and powerful the sensations are. I can barely breathe or think or know anything, only that Edward’s tongue is lapping at my most sensitive nerves, swirling in circles or long licks up and down, setting me alight in all kinds of different ways. I may have touched myself before, but I have never experienced anything even remotely similar to this – the wet and hot pressure of his tongue, the intimacy of it, the sight of his head bobbing between my legs, the thought of him tasting me…
I gasp and moan with abandon, with no way to control myself or the way my body reacts to these sensations. I’m hot all over and panting for breath as he ramps up the pace, his tongue flicking faster, faster – and then one of his fingers doing the same as he pulls back for a moment, a new sensation entirely – and then another unexpected phenomenon as his tongue returns to circle around my post sensitive point, and his finger teases my entrance, slipping inside me and making me moan even louder.
It’s more than I could have imagined. Edward begins a slow rhythm, tormenting me as the pressure builds and builds, eliciting such magic from my nerves that I never thought was possible, making me shut my eyes and grip the sheets harder, unable to focus on anything else but the way he makes me feel. The whole world disappears and recedes further and further away until even the rest of my body no long exists, just the narrow world between my legs, Edward’s tongue and his fingers, working me up into a frenzy.
Inside me a wave is building, a wave that pushes me higher and higher, my hips bucking and pushing all on their own without my input, rising higher and higher until it feels like I can't go any further – until there is nowhere else to go – until everything crashes over me, wild and inescapable, and all I can do is let go and let myself be drenched by the wave, powering through me and sending the deepest ecstasy into every cell of my body, into my fingertips and toes, every hair on my head, the whole world in technicolor and more vibrant than before.
I come down to find my hips twitching, some invisible power between my legs pulsing rhythmically, and Edward sitting up with a satisfied smile that I can't help but return in the golden glow of my own pleasure.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Edward
I look at Casey writhing in pleasure, her face contorted with it, a flush in her cheeks as her legs twitch and wobble in front of me, and I know I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as this.
I wait for her to catch her breath and recover, and offer her my hand to help her sit up. “Good?” I ask.
“Good,” Casey confirms, with a tone that implies it was much more than that.
“Hungry?” I grin at her.
She nods emphatically, and I grab the covers, tucking them over her again so she won’t feel too exposed while we eat. The room service came on a tray, so I bring it over and sit on the bed next to her, leaning up against the pile of pillows as I settle the tray across both of our laps. This way, we can eat at the same time, together, as close as possible.
It tastes good, possibly because we have both worked up an appetite, but not a single bite of it tastes as good as Casey. I’m already looking forward to tomorrow, to the chance to experience more, to taste her again. She tastes like the best ambrosia, nectar of the gods, because she is mine. The scent of her stays in my nose, the perfume of her skin, and I know it’s mine and only mine to know.
Tomorrow will be special, just as I promised. Which means that, as soon as we’re done eating, I have some calls to make.
“I’m going to step out,” I tell her, collecting the tray with its empty plates and glasses. “I need to organize some things for tomorrow. After that, I’ll come back to you. Is that alright?”
“Yes,” Casey says, a little breathlessly, clutching the covers against her bare chest. I think of her nakedness under all of that and I can’t help but feel a stir of arousal, my dick hard again and still without release. But I shake my head to clear it, tamping down my own desire. This is about Casey. This is all about her needs – mine can wait.
I set the tray down outside our door in the hall, for one of the staff members to pick up on their rounds, and head down the hall towards the exit. Just as I remembered, there’s a smoking area outside the restaurant downstairs, a seating area in the open, deserted at the moment with all of the other guests either in the bar or in their rooms.
I take my cell phone out of my pocket and call my assistant.
“James,” I say, by way of greeting. “I need you to cancel all of my plans for tomorrow.”
James sounds as if I’ve just asked him to dye my pet dog pink. “All of them, sir?”
“Yes, all of them,” I say, smiling at his confusion. I don’t blame him. He doesn’t know what’s happening here – what I’ve found. He doesn’t know about Casey. “I won’t be reachable for the entire day. No emails, texts, phone calls – nothing. Please make a note of that and rearrange everything for next week.”
“Next week?” I can hear the stress levels rising in James’ voice.
“Don’t worry about it, everything will keep,” I tell him. “If they won’t wait, I don’t want to work with them anyway. Make sure that you don’t reschedule anything to this week, because I may have to cancel everything else until Saturday. In fact, it’s a good idea
to start rescheduling everything that isn’t urgent right away. Even if I do come back into the office, I may be distracted.”
“Got it,” James says, though he doesn’t sound particularly convinced. “What should I tell them?”
I laugh. “Nothing. Just that I want to reschedule. No, that I have to reschedule. They don’t have the right to an explanation, it’s private business. Besides, half of them will assume I’m meeting with their competitors, which will give us an advantage when we do meet.”
“Yes, sir,” James says. “And… from Saturday, you’ll be back to normal…?”
I glance up, in the direction of Casey’s hotel room. “I certainly hope not,” I mutter, before ending the call.
When I get back up to the room, Casey has redressed in a silky nightgown that flows over her curves, making me want to throw her on the bed there and then and rip it right off her body. But I know that I can’t – a promise is a promise, and I’m taking this one especially seriously.
“Oh,” she says, looking up at me with a shy smile. “You’re back.”
In that moment, I realize she didn’t believe that I would come back. There’s something so appealing about her innocence and doubt, so endearing. I want to hold her close and let her know that everything is always going to be alright, because I’m not going anywhere – not ever again.
“I said I would be,” I tell her instead, checking my watch and slipping my shoes back off. “It’s late. Do you want to get some sleep?”
Casey nods. “I was thinking that.” She glances at me from under her lashes, shy and unsure. “Are you… staying here?”
“Is that alright?” I smile at her, reaching up to undo the buttons of my shirt. “You have a pull-out sofa bed. I can sleep there.”
“Are you sure?” Casey blinks, looking at the big empty bed.
“I’m sure,” I laugh. “I promised you. Tomorrow is special. And if I sleep in that bed with you tonight, I’m not going to be able to hold myself back.”
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