*Hi guys! Thanks for the feedback on my first two stories. I know I don't include a lot of sex, but I personally like a lot of build up, so I like to write stories that I can enjoy too. This part does include a lot of what people have been asking for though, so hope you like it.*
I slowly became overwhelmed as he scooped me up and lead me to his room. His scent, his warmth, even the feeling of his lips against mine caused my mind to drift into dangerous territory. As he lowered me onto his bed I met his gaze. His eyes were dark and full of lust, his body tense as if he was trying to restrain himself. I had never seen anyone look so sexy.
"You okay" he asked softly, as I stared into warm brown eyes.
"Perfect" I replied as I sat up, looking up at him as stood above me. I slowly raised my hand up to his chest, his thin t-shirt preventing me from feeling the smooth skin that lay underneath. Even though I had been wrapped in his arms seconds before, touching him still felt foreign, terrifying and electric all at once. Meeting his eyes, I slid my hand underneath his shirt, feeling the slight hair that traveled from his navel down his stomach, eventually disappearing beneath his boxers.
A slow hiss came from his lips as my hands began to explore his chest, enjoying the coarse hair that covered it. He really was a man, I thought, blushing. He tensed even more, as if he was trying to keep himself from pouncing on me. I wrapped my fingers around the hem of his shirt and lifted it, pulling it off to reveal the muscular chest that my hands had just explored. I froze, the reality of what had just occurred hitting me. I had never gone this far with anyone, despite my reputation and snide remarks. Heat crept onto my face as I looked up at him again, his eyes concerned.
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The way she had touched me, though innocent in comparison to the thoughts I had running through my head, had almost made me lose control. I had always been aggressive in bed, something that either scared women away or drove them crazy. However, Imogen seemed so delicate in this moment, that I tried to control myself, at least enough to not pin her to the bed and ravage her. I tried to keep my thoughts in check, shaking as she removed my shirt. But then she stopped. I looked down, afraid that she had changed her mind and remembered that she still hated me. But when I looked into her eyes I saw uncertainty, as if she didn't know what to do next.
Wait, was she a virgin? Was that why she was so hesitant? At 20, I had had my fair share of sexual encounters, but had she? Imogen was only two years younger than me and had most guys pinning after her, so I had just assumed. The strong beautiful woman I knew once again looked so different. As if I had unearthed another layer hidden beneath her hard exterior.
"Are you..." I asked tentatively to which she responded with a quick nod, her creamy olive skin becoming flushed.