was unfamiliar to her, but he’d make sure she didn’t do it for long.
“Let it go.” No way she could miss the demand in his tone. She was far too sweet,
too submissive not to comply. “Spread wider for me.”
Sure enough, she did as he’d asked. As soon as she had no defenses against his probing
tongue, he added a finger. She followed his orders. Damn, she was tight, and his finger
felt like it might strangle under the clamping vise of her walls. Shit, just how tight
was she? How long had it been? Or had her past boyfriends all had pencil dicks?
The questions swirled in his brain until she screamed in high-pitched ecstasy, her
pussy pulsing on his finger. He tried to add a second to rub her G-spot and enhance
the orgasm, but damn if he could wedge it in. So he rubbed it with one digit, reveling
in the sight and feel of her body writhing with pleasure she couldn’t contain. Her
fair face flushed, and every lush curve of her body undulated with the force of the
bursting climax.
Finally, her body released its death grip on his finger, and he lifted his head as
she exhaled a shuddering sigh. God, she looked beautiful, flushed and tousled, slightly
sweaty and dazed. Utterly sated. His heart thudded out of control—something that hadn’t
happened to him in years. Xander realized just how jaded he’d become, but with London,
it was like he was experiencing everything for the first time again.
How fucking much did he love that?
“How do you feel,
belleza
?” he purred.
“Am I alive?” she barely got the words out before her eyes slid shut and she went
limp beneath him.
He laughed as he slowly withdrew his finger and licked it clean. Damn, he was going
to have to go down on her again before he was through. He kissed his way up her body.
“Oh, yeah. But you might not think you are by the time I’m done with you.”
Xander saw the smile float across her face as he dug for a condom from his pocket,
then reached for his zipper. London’s eyes went wider with every inch of skin he exposed.
When he shucked everything and stood completely naked before her, she clapped a hand
over her mouth like a virginal maiden of days gone by.
Everything inside him froze.
Virginal maiden.
Was it even possible?
His brain gyrated around in his head as he mulled that over and over.
Fuck.
Was that why she was so unused to kissing or a man eating her pussy? Was that why
she didn’t shave or wax? Why she seemed so nervous? Why she’d felt so tight around
his finger?
The pieces snapped into place, and he rolled to his back, staring unblinkingly at
the industrial ceiling. The more he thought about it, the more he knew he’d guessed
right.
Oh, fuck!
He didn’t have many rules in life—no poaching a buddy’s wife or girlfriend, always
leave a woman sexually happier than he found her, don’t stay longer than a night or
two—but the most important one was no virgins. They wanted more than he could give.
No, they expected it. A messy responsibility all the way around—one he didn’t want.
But London . . . he wanted her
so
bad. How truly important was that rule?
Torn between his logical thoughts and his throbbing cock, he rolled to his side and
fastened his gaze on her. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Okay, so the delivery of that question wasn’t as smooth as he’d planned, but he’d
gotten his point across. He also had his answer as soon as she started blushing.
“I-It doesn’t matter.”
“That’s a yes.”
Oh, hell
.
Now what?
Xander sat up and heaved a great big sigh. Stay or go? Get up or glove up? He felt
London’s gaze on his back, then she sat up beside him, clutching the comforter against
her bare breasts. They still spilled out. And he wasn’t going to forget—or stop wanting—her
anytime soon.
“It’s not like I was hanging on to it for someone or something important. I . . .
just couldn’t get around to it sooner. I
“Let it go.” No way she could miss the demand in his tone. She was far too sweet,
too submissive not to comply. “Spread wider for me.”
Sure enough, she did as he’d asked. As soon as she had no defenses against his probing
tongue, he added a finger. She followed his orders. Damn, she was tight, and his finger
felt like it might strangle under the clamping vise of her walls. Shit, just how tight
was she? How long had it been? Or had her past boyfriends all had pencil dicks?
The questions swirled in his brain until she screamed in high-pitched ecstasy, her
pussy pulsing on his finger. He tried to add a second to rub her G-spot and enhance
the orgasm, but damn if he could wedge it in. So he rubbed it with one digit, reveling
in the sight and feel of her body writhing with pleasure she couldn’t contain. Her
fair face flushed, and every lush curve of her body undulated with the force of the
bursting climax.
Finally, her body released its death grip on his finger, and he lifted his head as
she exhaled a shuddering sigh. God, she looked beautiful, flushed and tousled, slightly
sweaty and dazed. Utterly sated. His heart thudded out of control—something that hadn’t
happened to him in years. Xander realized just how jaded he’d become, but with London,
it was like he was experiencing everything for the first time again.
How fucking much did he love that?
“How do you feel,
belleza
?” he purred.
“Am I alive?” she barely got the words out before her eyes slid shut and she went
limp beneath him.
He laughed as he slowly withdrew his finger and licked it clean. Damn, he was going
to have to go down on her again before he was through. He kissed his way up her body.
“Oh, yeah. But you might not think you are by the time I’m done with you.”
Xander saw the smile float across her face as he dug for a condom from his pocket,
then reached for his zipper. London’s eyes went wider with every inch of skin he exposed.
When he shucked everything and stood completely naked before her, she clapped a hand
over her mouth like a virginal maiden of days gone by.
Everything inside him froze.
Virginal maiden.
Was it even possible?
His brain gyrated around in his head as he mulled that over and over.
Fuck.
Was that why she was so unused to kissing or a man eating her pussy? Was that why
she didn’t shave or wax? Why she seemed so nervous? Why she’d felt so tight around
his finger?
The pieces snapped into place, and he rolled to his back, staring unblinkingly at
the industrial ceiling. The more he thought about it, the more he knew he’d guessed
right.
Oh, fuck!
He didn’t have many rules in life—no poaching a buddy’s wife or girlfriend, always
leave a woman sexually happier than he found her, don’t stay longer than a night or
two—but the most important one was no virgins. They wanted more than he could give.
No, they expected it. A messy responsibility all the way around—one he didn’t want.
But London . . . he wanted her
so
bad. How truly important was that rule?
Torn between his logical thoughts and his throbbing cock, he rolled to his side and
fastened his gaze on her. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Okay, so the delivery of that question wasn’t as smooth as he’d planned, but he’d
gotten his point across. He also had his answer as soon as she started blushing.
“I-It doesn’t matter.”
“That’s a yes.”
Oh, hell
.
Now what?
Xander sat up and heaved a great big sigh. Stay or go? Get up or glove up? He felt
London’s gaze on his back, then she sat up beside him, clutching the comforter against
her bare breasts. They still spilled out. And he wasn’t going to forget—or stop wanting—her
anytime soon.
“It’s not like I was hanging on to it for someone or something important. I . . .
just couldn’t get around to it sooner. I
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