As we kiss, I hold her against me at first, tightly, a passion taking hold of me and making me never want to let her go. On the contrary, I want as much of her pressed up against me as possible, so that I can feel her on every inch of my skin. Then I realize that this is not enough, that I need more. For one thing, we are both fully clothed, and for another, we are sitting up. This is a course of events that will not do. I need to rectify things immediately.
I slowly lower her down against the bed, bending with her so that we don’t break the kiss the whole time. God, her mouth feels so good against mine, her soft lips, the slight moan and whimper in the back of her throat as the kisses continue to deepen. My eyes fly open for just a moment, taking in her face to be sure that I’m not hurting or distressing her, but then I realize that it was a whimper of pleasure. I resume where I left off, sliding my hands down the side of her body, holding her by the hips as our bodies aligned together. I prop myself over her, my length against hers, almost touching all the way down but not quite.
I have been waiting for this almost since the very moment that we met, even if at first I didn’t want to accept it. It didn’t take me long to realize that I couldn’t resist the hold she has on me, and this is the sweetest conclusion, the thing that I wished for all along. Having her underneath me is even better than I thought it would be. The feel of her curves under me, the softness of her skin where I touch her. I slide my fingers underneath her shirt, almost gasping myself at the heat and silkiness of the skin of her hips.
She doesn’t stop me, and I take that for enjoyment as she turns her head under me, kissing deeper and deeper as if she can’t get enough of me. I feel the same like I’m drinking in some kind of heady wine that is taking over all of my senses. I don't want to let go of her for a single moment. I want more.
I slide my hands up, up, higher and higher. I traverse her skin until I feel the edges of her bra under my fingers, a lacy material that makes me shiver in anticipation. It’s a barrier right now, a thing between me and what I want most. I break the kiss for just a moment as I sit up slightly pulling her shirt up over her breasts, revealing her bra beneath me. I look into her eyes, and I see that she’s willing me onward.
I don’t need any more encouragement. My hands caress the cups of her bra, feeling lace over a solid cup, so close to the real thing but frustratingly not close enough. I hook my fingers into the cups and drag them down, exposing her breasts to the air. I watch her nipples harden and lean in to run my tongue over and around them, flicking them until she gasps in pleasure.
I move to kiss her again, my hands tweaking and playing with her nipples as she moans into my mouth. Her voice drives me even wilder, makes me want to push her pleasure higher and higher. I trail my fingers down over her sides, reaching for the waistband of her jeans.
“Wait,” she says, breaking apart from our kiss. She won’t meet my eyes when I look at her, my hands stop immediately, not wanting to cross any lines that she doesn’t want me to.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, hoping it’s something that I can put to right. Something that we can fix so that this doesn’t have to end here.
“I…” Ashley hesitates and bites her lip. Whatever it is, I can see that she’s nervous to tell me. But then she opens her mouth and it all pours out in a rush, “I’m a virgin!”
I freeze up, staring at her. What did she just say? Could it possibly be true?
And what the hell am I supposed to do now?
There’s a knock on the door that makes me jump, flying apart from her guiltily.
“Room service,” someone calls out, in a cheerful tone, and I scramble up from the bed, quickly adjusting myself before I head over to answer it.
Chapter Twelve
Ashley
I watch as Fernando goes to get the room service, my heart thumping in my chest. What did I do wrong? Should I not have told him? I thought it was important that he know, but…
The way he stopped moving when I told him. I looked at his face, and I could almost swear that he was panicking. After that, he just got up off me and walked away – even though I know he had to answer the door, it was the way that he went without saying a word.