Sienna
He takes me out to the waiting limousine, and it’s all I can do to contain the flush of my heated skin.
Nathan.
Nate.
Suddenly, I’m acutely aware that he’s the one I been waiting for.
He’s the man, the elusive figure that’s always been in my heart. He’s the one I’ve been wanting. He’s the reason I saved myself.
It all became clear the instant that he kissed me.
I had no idea love would feel this way.
Complicated, deep, dark.
He brings out things in me that I never knew were possible to feel.
But above all, I feel like I can trust him. And I don’t know why because his actions so far have spoken against that.
But I feel like he would never hurt me—and that’s the most important thing in the world.
I also feel nervous. I feel nerves like I’ve never felt before. My senses are on high alert.
I feel like I’m his, and I don’t know what he’ll do with me.
My heart catches in my throat as he leads me into the limousine. He slides in next to me, and I swear he can see my heart beating against my chest.
My breathing is fast.
I don’t know what to say.
The only thing that’s evident for sure is the electricity igniting between us.
I feel like this is right. And I’m afraid of that.
“You ready to go home?” he asks.
The words are thick on my tongue. I can barely respond.
I nod my head yes.
It’s all I can do.
So great is my desire for this man.
“Good.”
We take off, and he slides a hand along my thigh.
He holds me just like that all the way home. We don’t say a word to each other, the connection and the fire and the sparks are evident, hanging in the air between us.
After what feels like forever and all too soon, we pull up to his building.
We go in the back door as usual. He leads me confidently in the direction of the elevator.
My heart is slamming against my chest.
I know the moment is upon me.
I know he’s about to take my virginity.
I try to breathe.
I try to slow and steady myself as the rush of feelings is tormenting me.
I feel nervous and excited, but mostly afraid.
I’m afraid of him and of his power. I’m afraid of how in control he is all the time. I’m afraid that I’m not enough.
We ride in silence all the way up to his penthouse. He squeezes my hand reassuringly. But nothing can reassure me now.
I’m about to experience unknown territory.
And something about to look in his eyes, well, it sets me on edge.
He leads me into the penthouse and offers me a drink.
“Yes,” is all I can manage to say.
I sorely need a drink. Something to take the intensity out of this moment.
He walks over to the bar. My eyes follow him. He looks hot and toned and tall.
He pours us both a shot of whiskey and then brings it over to me.
“Take it,” he says in a commanding tone.
I do as I’m told. I take the shot down in one gulp. It burns my throat.
I watch as he does the same.
And then without another word, he takes my hand and pulls me back to the master bedroom. He doesn’t even ask. We both know what’s about to happen.
I follow him into the room, and it’s almost completely dark.
He switches on a low-level light, and then, he comes over and stands before me. His large frame overwhelms my own.
He’s gentle with me. He takes my hand and leads me over to the oversized bed.
“Sit,” he says.
I do what he says.
I sit down on the silky bed sheets and practically writhe out of my skin. I want him so bad.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says as he comes down between my thighs.
I shiver.
He snatches my delicate thong to the side so he can have full access to me.
The moment I’ve been waiting for my entire life is upon me. And I know it’s true by the feel of his tongue grazing the inside of my pussy lips.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
I’ve never had a man do this to me.
He slides his large hand along my belly and pushes me down onto the bed.
He pulls my lacy black dress up over my head. I’m lying before him, wearing nothing but my new black lingerie.
He pulls the thong, breaks it, and then spread my legs out wide.
Heats pulses between, lust in the air, and there’s no escape.
I just have to feel everything. I give into the moment, to the feeling of his tongue sliding along my wetness.
I gasp, wanting to contain the feelings that threaten to overwhelm me.
He’s seducing me on a sensual and a spiritual fucking level. I’ve never felt this way before. There’s no breaking away from it.
There’s no escaping him, not ever. I know that now as I feel his tongue circling around my clit. And then he sinks a couple fingers inside of me.
I arch my back and moan. I tangled my fingers in his hair, hoping he’ll stop and give me a moment to breathe.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, searching for and pushing and pulling the ecstasy out of me.
I’ve never had an orgasm before. I don’t know what to expect.
But the waves of pleasure rising within me threaten to crash and cascade and fall.
And I’m afraid of the outcome.
“No, I’m not ready. I can’t do this,” I say to him.
“You can,” he says with conviction.
And with that, I’m his.
I submit, and let go, and release.
It only takes a couple of strokes of his fingers inside of me for it to happen.
That’s how much I’ve wanted him, I guess.
And as I descend and ascend at the same time into the heightened realms of bliss, I know my world is shaken.
There’s no going back.
I don’t want to go back.
I want only him.