“Nothing. I swear!” she said.

“Little liar,” he said, but it was a soft accusation. “You may not have meant to, but you have definitely done something to me. So now I’m going to do something to you.”

He reached to curl his fingers around the strap of her maxi dress and pulled it down her arm. Slowly he pulled, making her breath catch in her chest as her breast was exposed to the cool air of the room. She swallowed noisily, her gaze worried as it focused on his eyes, which were focused on the flesh he was uncovering. When her nipple was exposed he took in a soft breath.

“Good enough to eat,” he said, his voice tight with unspent passion. A shiver walked down her spine at his words and she flushed warmly under his regard of her. Then his hand drifted toward her breast and he cupped her fully in his warm, strong palm; his long, tapered fingers wrapping around her intently. He kneaded her. Weighed her. Then he pulled her nipple between his fingers until she gasped from the sensation. Never having been touched like this before, she didn’t know the sensation would be so overwhelming. And making her even dizzier, he kissed her mouth again with ferocious hunger.

Then he let her breathe for barely a moment before he dropped his mouth to her breast. He kissed the upper swell of it first. Tongued her there wetly. Then he moved his hand aside so he could take her nipple into his mouth. Viève surged up onto her toes, her hands tangling into his hair. She moaned with pleasure, her head tipping back, her eyes closing tight. He sucked on her, taking her nipple deep into his mouth and she went wet between her thighs. It was a glorious sensation. All of it. She felt more alive in those few seconds than she had in the whole half decade she’d been living.

The next thing she knew she was on the floor, the thick carpeting beneath her shoulders and his hand at her ankle, dipping beneath her skirt. His smooth fingers ran up along her calf, tracing it lovingly, then moving up to her knee where he tickled her in the sensitive spot behind it. He pulled the skirt of her dress up further as he stroked her outer thigh, climbing all the way to her hip. Then his fingers were curving over the swell of her backside, toying at the edge on her bikini panties. He swept around her hip and suddenly he was touching her right between her legs, his fingers gliding over the fabric of her underwear where it covered the most secret heart of her.

Viève was overwhelmed. She had never thought she could feel like this…that she would feel like this. She had long ago resigned herself to the fact that sex would never be a part of her life. And yet now here she was, doing sexual things she never thought she would be doing. All because of this man. Where was all her caution? All the things she should be worrying about?

It didn’t matter. It couldn’t possibly matter in the face of feelings as good and wondrous as these. To be wanted! Oh, how miraculous it was. How easily it changed her perspective on everything. And she was grateful for this new way of looking at things.

He lifted his head from her breast and met her eyes as he stroked the hot core of her through a barrier of damp cotton. Sensation ripped through her and she clutched at him blindly with her legs, drawing him deeper between her thighs until she could feel his erection against the core of her. He ground out a passionate groan as her hands gripped his backside and pulled him ever deeper against her.

Then her hands were suddenly on his shirt, ripping through the buttons in bursts of frenzied energy until the fabric parted and exposed his chest to her touch. She looked at him, at the warmth of his flesh exposed to her, at the two flat discs of his nipples and she longed to taste him as he had tasted her.

As if he had read her mind he braced his free hand against the floor and surged up her body, as if he had thrust inside of her, and brought his left nipple to her mouth. She eagerly touched her tongue to him…and then her teeth. She heard him hiss in pleasure just as his fingers slipped past the edge of her panties and sank into wet, hot flesh.

Viève cried out, throwing her head back as he sought for, and found, the little nub of flesh that would be the key to her pleasure. He found her mouth again as he swirled his touch around that sensitive spot over and over again. She cried out into his mouth, gasping in his breath, devouring his tongue.

She had only ever reached orgasm by her own hand, and even that had been an empty sort of pleasure compared to this. She launched into orgasm within what seemed like only moments; coming hard, every nerve on fire, caught like tinder to his flame.

“Yes,” he said on a sibilant s. “Oh yes…I like that. I like it a great deal. Must do it again.”

She moaned, swept up in his kiss and the redoubled efforts of his touch. She clutched at him with hands and legs, holding him as though she were afraid he would escape. Not until she was done with him. Not until then.

This time as he stroked her he slipped a finger inside her. She gasped at the sensation, at the profundity of someone other than herself breeching her body.

“Please,” she begged him, though she didn’t really know what she was begging for.

“I will do as I please. Yes, I will take as I please.” He lowered his head to her exposed breast and fell on the pointed nipple. Sucking it strongly and in tandem to the stroking of his fingers. It wasn’t long before she was launching into a second orgasm. “Gods above I could come just listening to you,” he said heatedly as her cries filled his ear…filled the room.

“Please don’t,” she said shakily. “N-not until you’re inside me.”

“Oh, don’t worry, little dove, I’ll not disappoint you.”

He gripped the side of her panties and began to pull them down her legs, lifting his body away from hers to do so, laughing when she tried to clutch him close.

“Would you rather I tear them off?” he asked.

“Anything. Just don’t leave me.” She was so afraid he would leave her. That he would end it all, bring her world suddenly crashing down around her. She didn’t want to come down. She wanted to ride this incredible high for all it was worth. It mustn’t end too soon.

“As you wish,” he said, snapping the fragile fabric of her panties, lace and cotton giving way to their ardor.

“Now you,” she insisted, pushing his shirt down his broad shoulders, her hands shaping to the flexed muscles of his arms as she swept by. He pulled his shirt free and tossed it into the room somewhere. Neither cared where. Then her hands dropped to the buckle of his belt and here she hesitated.