Minutes passed. Maybe it was hours. I couldn’t tell.
All I knew was I loved the heavy weight of his body on mine. I dared to taste the sweat dotting his shoulder and chest, moaning softly at the delicious saltiness. I wanted more.
More sex. More sweetness. More everything.
Gavin lifted up on his arms. I tried to tug him back down. He gave me a sleepy, sated grin.
“I’ll crush you.”
“I don’t care.”
He brushed his lips against mine and got up. “Wait here, love. I’ll be back.”
Tired but feeling exquisitely alive, I stretched my body and watched him walk into my bathroom.
What now?
Prickles of conscience attempted to seize my attention. I wouldn’t let them. Gavin and I made love and there could be nothing dirty or wrong about what happened in this bed.
To think I believed sex was something I wouldn’t ever need. Madness!
Gavin came back, a washcloth in hand. He parted my legs and gently cleaned me between my thighs. I reached out and stroked his arm, grateful for the tender care he showed me.
He frowned and sharply said my name.
“What is it, Gavin?”
“You were bleeding.”
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
Gavin cursed and got up, going back into the bathroom. I heard him curse again.
My peace evaporated.
I drew my legs up. I didn’t think I bled at all, not even sure if a bleeding virgin was a real thing anymore. Stupid. A 21st century girl’s parts were no different than an 11th century girl.
I was happy Gavin was my first, but I didn’t necessarily want him to know that I was a virgin. Would it make him wary of me, thinking I’d attach myself to him faster because of it?
And considering Gavin’s reaction, I wished he hadn’t found out.
He came out of the bathroom and sat down next to me. I didn’t dare look at him. My mask was paper-thin. He’d be able to tear right through it.
“Was I your first?”
Lie or not? My gaze darted to him. He already knew the answer.
Licking my lips, I whispered one word. “Yes.”
“Paige, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
Gavin put his hand on my shoulder. His voice gentled. “Of course, it mattered. Love, I would’ve taken more time if I’d known. You deserved candlelight and roses—”
Turning to him I cried, “But you gave me roses. See? They’re right there! And I didn’t need candlelight. I just needed you.”
Gavin rested his head against mine. A deep sigh wracked his large frame. “Love, I just wished you hadn’t kept this from me.”
Of course he’d feel that way. Gavin was a man of truth and integrity. Lying by omission was no better than lying directly. How many times would it take before I got it?
“I’m sorry. I got caught up and didn’t really want to think about it.”
He placed a very sweet kiss right above my brow.
“It scared me at first to think I made you bleed.”
“You did.” I took his hand and placed it between my legs. “By doing so though, you made me a woman. You made me yours.”
Gavin’s breathing changed. I didn’t have to look down to see him thickening.
I felt it too.
Primal satisfaction took hold of both of us. Without another word, Gavin slid his hand behind my neck and pulled me towards him for a kiss. I crawled onto his lap, rubbing my core against his shaft and feeling like I was going to explode with lust.
Gavin’s hands squeezed and spread my ass. I let out a ragged moan when his fingertips played with my entrance. Both of them. I wanted more.
I wanted to experience everything.
Gavin soon laid me back on the bed. I closed my eyes in drugged ecstasy when he brought his mouth between my thighs.
“Poor sweet pussy. I hurt her,” he murmured between wet licks. I arched off the bed so hard, Gavin wrapped his arms around my hips to keep me still. He kissed, licked, and nibbled every inch of me, thrusting his tongue deep inside me in carnal mimicry of what his cock would do to me soon.
“I don’t want to come on your mouth. I want to come with you in me!” I panted raggedly.
Gavin reached over to the nightstand. A quick second later and he was sheathed and inside me.
Our hands met, fingers entwining. This time Gavin didn’t close his eyes or rest his head next to mine. His gaze stayed on me, taking in every nuance of my pleasure and how he made me feel.
It was too much and not enough.
A minute later and I came. The last syllables of his name were barely out when he joined me. He’d said my name many times, but hearing it now—desperate and full of awe—was the greatest thing I’d ever heard.
Once we both caught our breaths, he cleaned me off again. Then we twined in the bed, my head against his chest and lulled to sleep by the sound his beating heart.
This was as close to heaven I’d ever come in my short life. I didn’t want it to ever end.