“Perhaps I should undress myself,” he said as he finished unfastening his shirt, then tossed it aside.
“I’d like that.”
She shrugged out of her bra and toed out of her shoes, then moved back into his embrace. Now her bare br**sts rested on his skin. He could feel her tight ni**les brushing against him. They groaned together.
He cupped both her br**sts and caressed her with his fingers. As she dropped her head back and closed her eyes, he nudged her toward the bed.
Kiley felt the mattress behind her and waited for the flash of fear. There wasn’t any. Just a building need that made her want to hurry things along. Her blood raced with an urgency that made it impossible to catch her breath. More.
She wanted more. She wanted all of it.
She sank onto the bed, pulling Rafiq down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled, drawing her across him until they were both stretched out on the sheets. Even as he kissed her, he touched her br**sts, rubbing, teasing, making her ache and need.
When his hand moved lower to her already-open jeans, she grabbed for the denim and pushed. Jeans and panties slid down her thighs until she was able to kick them and her socks off. He settled his hand between her legs and began to explore all of her.
She parted for him, knowing what would happen and more than ready to experience pleasure again. But this time was to be for both of them, so as he touched her, she reached for him.
He was hard. She felt the length of him through his slacks. Even as he circled around her and rubbed, she matched the movements on his erection.
After a minute or two he pulled back and looked at her. “You’re distracting me.”
“Really?” The thought if it made her smile.
“More than you know.”
“Then let’s do more.”
He laughed and sat up. After taking off his shoes and socks, he stood and quickly removed his slacks and briefs. Then he was naked, and she could see all of him.
He was lean and muscled and very much aroused. When he joined her on the bed, she reached for him.
“I want to touch you,” she said.
“I have something better in mind.”
He knelt between her thighs. As she watched, he gently parted her, then slowly began to push inside. At the same time, he rubbed that center spot, making it difficult for her to think about anything but the way he made her feel.
Still, even as her body tensed in anticipation of her release, she felt him filling her. The stretching was unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable. She stiffened slightly and he stopped.
“Does that hurt you?” he asked as he lightly caressed her br**sts.
“Not really. It’s just strange.” She fought the need to close her eyes as his fingers worked their magic. “My doctor told me that I’m not going to bleed or anything. There’s no physical proof.” Ack! Talk about embarrassing. “You know what I mean.”
“I do. Does this feel good?”
He lightly squeezed her ni**les between thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, yeah. That works.”
He moved his right hand between her legs. “And this?”
He began the rubbing again. Instantly she felt herself spiraling toward her release.
“Good,” she gasped. “Really good.”
“Then let me pleasure you.”
He spoke softly, not the least bit commandlike, yet she found herself wanting to obey. He rubbed faster and faster, pressing a tiny bit harder, arousing her until release became inevitable. She felt him moving deeper inside of her but was more caught up in the rising tension and the way his fingers took her to the edge and then pushed her over.
Her climax engulfed her. She got lost in the waves of pleasure. He kept touching her. She rocked her hips, liking the sense of fullness as she came. Rocked a little faster until she realized he was moving, too. Moving inside of her.
Her eyes popped open. He was over her, his arms supporting his weight as he slowly moved in and out of her. She could see the tension in his face, the need in his eyes as he watched her.
“We’re making love,” she whispered.
“So we are.”
“I like it.”
“Good.”
He moved a little faster. She spread her legs more, inviting him to go deeper.
As he did so, she felt a hint of anticipation, a flutter of wanting. This had possibilities, as well.
But that was for next time. Now she simply wanted him to experience what she had.
“Come for me,” she whispered.
He smiled. “As you wish.”
He closed his eyes and pushed into her twice more before stiffening, then groaning her name.
Rafiq poured more champagne into Kiley’s glass. “Are you still hungry?” he asked.
She looked at the demolished plate that had originally held a burger and fries, along with the empty bowl of what had been ice cream.
“Nope. I’m completely full.” She sipped the bubbly liquid and grinned. “I’ve never had champagne with a hamburger before.”
“What do you think of the combination?”
“I like it.”
They sat next to each other on the comfortable sofa in the suite’s living room.
She pulled her robe more securely around her and tucked her bare feet under Rafiq’s thigh.
It was done. She’d officially changed her status to nonvirgin, and the entire event had been spectacular.
“You look happy,” he said as he rubbed her bare calf.
“I am. Thank you for tonight.”