Healer (The Healer Series) by B.N. Toler

chest and shoulders were broad, and swollen, hard as stone. I ran my hands up his forearms, over his shoulders, until they stopped, centered on his chest. These were my hands, touching him this way. I was in disbelief.
    He must have noted my expression because he asked, “What?”
    “ Nothing, you just feel good.”
    He placed his hands o n my sides and pressed into me. My skin tingled as my bare body touched his, and as we kissed again, our passion intensified. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bed I created, a beautiful, soft bed with a cast iron head board and white linens, covered with white rose petals. The kind of bed every girl should lose her virginity on. He lay me down gently, and climbed on top of me, kissing my thigh, and my stomach, working his way up.
    I trembled, scared and excited all at once as his hands pressed into me and slowly slid up my body.
    He feathered my neck with soft kisses before he made his way down to my breasts where he teased my nipples with short torturous flicks of his tongue. Goose bumps covered my body as desire consumed me. I ran my fingers through his hair, fisting handfuls from time to time before running my hands up and down his shoulders, memorizing each curve. His kisses trailed slowly down my body, over my belly, and between my legs, where he stopped and blew softly on my wet flesh.
    His tongue cut into me, moving like a soft blade of steel between the folds of my sex. I was moaning and panting, not really understanding what was happening to me as he continued.
    He maint ained a rhythm of perfect flicks, building me higher and higher, when he stopped, leaving me spiraling. My nerves seemed to seize my body as I watched him remove his jeans and boxers. This was it. My virginity would no longer exist after tonight. I scolded myself at the thought. This was a dream. I would experience this moment with the man I love and still be virtuous in real life. I couldn’t help but giggle at the beautiful irony.
    “Are you sure?” Thomas asked.
    “Thomas, it’s a dream. We get to do this and still not have done it.” I smiled at how weird that sounded.
    “Tru e.” He shrugged. “I guess it will be good practice for the real thing, right?”
    “Yeah.” I smiled.
    With that , he slowly crawled back on the bed, and his body hovered over me, taunting me as I waited eagerly for his entrance. His eyes were dark, dangerous almost.
    I gazed up at him and wondered, is this what passion looks like in Thomas’s eyes?
    “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” His voice was deep, throaty.
    “I think I do .”
    “Are you sure?” h e asked again.
    “Yes, please. I need you, ” I whispered back as I placed my hands on the sides of his face. “Love me,” I whispered.
    Suddenly, he slid inside me, and I felt sharpness, like a stabbing, ripping pain. I yelped, in surprise.
    “I’m sorry, ” Thomas whispered as he paused, tensing.
    “It’s okay. I guess I feel pain because that’s what everyone says losing your virginity feels like.” I smiled. “Just go slow, please.”
    “Of course , sweets.” He kissed my forehead gently and very slowly moved out and back in.
    I tried to relax, willing the discomfort away.
    “We c an stop.”
    “No. I want this.”
    He exhaled loudly and moved again, very slowly. As he continued his slow rhythm, I realized the pain may not stop this time. The pain felt good on an emotional level, because this was me giving myself to him.
    “I promise to be a better man from this day on.” He gazed into my eyes.
    “You are a good man , Thomas,” I whispered back.
    “You make me want to be a better man.”
    “Faster,” I whispered. Thomas began to move faster, his lean body sliding over me, driving me crazy.
    His breathing became more rapid. “ Aldo.” He moaned my name and my body reacted as if I had been shocked. I raised my hips, meeting his thrusts, begging for more of him deeper inside of me.
    His