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“
I'm
sorry,” I stutter between breaths, trying to regain my
composure.

“
Don't
be. I like that you're so responsive.” He emerges from between
my legs, his lips glistening. He licks them and then groans slightly
as if he enjoys the taste.

I lay there and
watch as he straightens himself, giving his cock a few warmup
strokes. It's so thick and imposing. Panic races through me as I once
again consider if this is the right thing to do or not. It's very
possible that he'll have sex with me and then discard me like
yesterday's news. He's been so good to me though, so sweet and
affectionate. If he's playing me, then he should win an Oscar.

“
Tristan,
I'm scared,” I admit, letting my vulnerability shine through.

“
Of
what?” He gives me a look of concern that sets my mind at ease.
At this point in the game, most guys wouldn't care. They'd be so
focused on sex that everything would be about getting what they want.
Tristan is different though. He does care. Or, at least, he makes me
think he does.

“
I've
never done this before.” I close my eyes, feeling like I'm
confessing some sin to the preacher.

“
You're
a virgin,” there's no surprise in his voice.

“
I
told myself I'd only give myself to the man I married. This isn't how
I thought things would happen.”

“
How
do you know I'm not that man?” The right words again. He's far
too good at this.

I open my eyes and
look directly at him, needing him to see how serious I am. “Please,
don't break my heart.”

He doesn't reply. He
simply moves forward, grabbing my legs and hooking them over his hips
before he leans over me to guide his glans to my pussy. My heartbeat
is in my throat as the seconds tick by like hours. This is it. I'm
about to lose my virginity to him. I'm about to give myself to a man
I've only met twice. A man who has managed to charm his way into my
pants. This is wrong. I know that, but I can't stop it. I want him
too badly.

He presses inside
slowly, causing pain to surge between my legs. He's not all the way
in yet, I can tell. He pauses, simply standing there and observing my
face for a moment. “I'm at your entrance. One push, and you
won't be a virgin anymore. Are you sure you want this?”

I can't believe he's
giving me the chance to back out now. There's something endearing
about it, the fact that he has such consideration. I wonder what he'd
do if I told him no. There's no way of knowing though, because I say,
“Yes.”

His eyes scan over
my face a final time, landing on my lips. Then he grips my hips and
pushes, thrusting all the way in. My back arches as he breaks through
my barrier, filling me with his girth. There's a pinch of pain
accompanied by a delicious throbbing that I never expected. My inner
walls fight against him, clenching around his cock, forcing moans to
fall from his perfect lips. He's lost in pleasure for a few brief
moments before he looks at me and asks if I'm alright.

“
Mhm.”
I nod, trying to keep the pained look from my face. “Can we
move up on the bed? I want you on top of me. I want to put my arms
around your neck.” The words come from a deep greedy place
within me. They bubble to the surface uncharacteristically.

He obliges, pulling
out so that I can move farther up onto the bed. There's a strange
soreness between my legs that I know I'll feel more of later. For
now, he's about to come back inside. I want him inside of me.

He follows me onto
the bed, and I bow my legs for him, waiting lustily for his return.
When he crawls on top of me, I instantly wrap my arms around his
neck. He leans down and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips before he
presses himself into me again. It still stings, but I like the feel
of him putting it in. Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. One
compliments the other.

I moan shamelessly
as he begins thrusting slowly. Everything he does is so gentle. He's
completely focused on my pleasure. It's as if his enjoyment doesn't
even factor into the equation. I'm sure he's enjoying himself, but
he's just so concentrated on me, my facial expressions, how I'm
reacting.

We're making love.
This is what it's like in all the movies I've watched. This is
exactly what it's like. He moves on top of me rhythmically, filling
me and pulling out to fill me again. I allow my eyes to roll back in
my head, enjoying the sheer bliss of being with him, the feel of his
muscles moving beneath my fingertips, the tightness that his cock
causes between my legs. Pleasure swirls there and spills over again
and again. The night is one never-ending orgasm for me, both
physically and emotionally.

It's not until we're
nearing the end that he finally picks up the pace, pumping into me
for his own release. I'm a bit concerned that he's not wearing a
condom, but I'm sure he'll pull out. It's just common sense.

I grip tighter
around his neck to brace myself for the rough ride ahead. He's trying
to be careful. Trying to glide in and out of me without it hurting
too much. I bite my bottom lip and bear it, listening to the sound of
his breathing, knowing he's almost reached his limit.

Finally, he falls
over, letting out an animalistic grunt that is oh so hot. I would
probably take more time to be aroused by it if I wasn't so busy
panicking. Instead of pulling out, he pushes his cock deep inside of
me, spurting into my body. It's too late to force him off of me.
What's done is done.

I lay stiffly
beneath him while he finishes up, pumping into me a few more times to
get it all out. When he's emptied himself, he rests on top of me,
panting heavily. Part of me wants to run my fingers through his hair
and hold him against me, but I'm too pissed off. What in the hell was
he thinking?

“
You
shouldn't have done that,” I grumble, unable to hide my
displeasure.

“
It
will be fine.”

That's easy for him
to say. He's not the one who would have to carry the kid for nine
months. I don't believe in abortion, so if I end up pregnant, I'll be
completely screwed. I could have just ruined my entire life for one
night of passion.

“
It's
not okay,” I insist. “I could get pregnant. I'm not on
birth control.”

“
It
will be fine,” his tone is emotionless as he rolls off of me
and walks into the bathroom, returning with a towel seconds later.

As he cleans me off,
I have a hard time staying angry at him. Maybe once won't hurt. I'd
have the worst luck in the world if I got pregnant the night that I
lost my virginity. Stranger things have happened to people though.

By the time he's
done tenderly wiping me clean, most of the anger has dissipated. He
tosses the towel into a laundry basket in the corner of the room and
then climbs up onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms. He's
a cuddler. Thank God. I would have been hurt if he had just kicked me
out after sex. That's when a guy's true character usually comes out,
after he's gotten what he wants and is done with you. Tristan seems
to be sweet through and through though.

“
I'm
so glad I found you,” he tells me as he entwines our fingers
together.

“
I
am too.” It's a half-truth. I'm still not sure how I feel about
all of this.

“
If
I hadn't walked into your coffee shop that day. I don't want to think
about it.” He kisses me on top of the head.

“
I
hate that you're so perfect,” I confess.

“
Me?
Perfect?” he laughs. “I'm far from perfect, dear.”

“
Well,
if you are, then you've done a good job at fooling me.”

He goes quiet, and
we lay there in silence for several moments. I rest my head against
his chest, listening to his heartbeat, loving the way he's fidgeting
with my fingers. The night couldn't have gone any better. Well, maybe
if he pulled out, it would have been better, but I'm willing to
forgive that for now.

After laying with
him for a good thirty minutes, I pull myself out of his arms, sitting
up in preparation to get dressed and go home.

“
Where
are you going?” He sits up beside me, sounding slightly
alarmed.

“
Home.”
I smile at him over my shoulder.

“
Why?”

“
Because
I have work tomorrow.” I push myself to the edge of the bed to
stand, but he reaches out to grab my wrist.

“
Stay
with me.” There's a strange vulnerability in the way he's
looking at me. It's something I've never seen before. “Stay
with me tonight.”

“
And
do what?” I quirk a brow at him, grinning.

“
Cuddle.
Sleep beside me. Anything you want. Just don't go.”

“
You
just want to get in my pants again,” I tease.

“
No.
Well, yes.” He rolls his eyes in mock defeat. “But no. I
just want to be with you. So, stay with me. You won't regret it.”

CHAPTER FIVE

He's true to his
words. We mostly spend the night cuddling. In fact, it's only about
an hour after I call my mom to tell her I won't be home that we both
end up passing out in each other's arms. It's like a dream come true.
The perfect ending to the perfect night.

I wake up to a cold
empty spot beside me. If not for the fact that I'm in a strange bed,
I might have thought I dreamed it all. The soreness between my legs
is very real though, the proof that I gave me virginity to a man I
barely know. There's still a giddiness inside of me from the
excitement of it all, and though I know I should be guarding my
heart, I feel so in love.

I crawl out of bed
and stare at the open bathroom door. Ideally, I'd like to have a
shower, but I don't know where Tristan is, and I'd feel weird taking
a shower in his house without letting him know first. So I get
dressed in the clothes I was wearing the night before and head out
onto the balcony overlooking the living room.

The mansion feels
empty. I call for Tristan, but get no response, so I keep walking,
sliding my hand across the railing as I head toward the stairs. The
morning sunlight is shining through the wall of glass that faces his
backyard, and it's a bit blinding, so I'm forced to shield my eyes
with my free hand.

I make my way down
the stairs and am met by Tristan at the bottom. He's wearing an ear
to ear grin, and nothing else besides a pair of boxers. He looks
absolutely delicious, and I feel my body churning for another romp
between the sheets. Has he really turned me into a complete sexual
deviant in just one night? What has gotten into me?

“
Good
morning, Cinderella. Your timing is impeccably bad. I fear you caught
me cooking again.” He beams up at me.

“
It's
kind of nice to have my own private chef,” I tease. “You
really don't have to spoil me like this though. You'll train me to
expect it.”

“
I
like cooking, remember? Or has the night erased your memory of me.”

“
A
thousand years couldn't erase the memory of you.” I grin.

“
It
makes me happy to hear you say that. Otherwise, I'd have to spend
every day reminding you of who I am.”

I bite my bottom
lip, staring at him with a stupid smile plastered across my face.
Maybe love at first sight doesn't exist. But I'm really starting to
believe that falling in love with someone after only knowing them for
a day does.

“
You
can hang out in here if you want. Explore. Do what you like. I'll
call you when breakfast is ready.” He takes a step forward and
kisses me on the forehead before retreating to the kitchen.

I sigh as I watch
him walk away. He's so perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. I feel
like I've said that word inside my mind a million times, but it's all
I think of when I look at him.

For the briefest of
moments, I consider following him to the kitchen. I like to watch him
cook, and I want to spend more time with him. Yet the thought of
looking around is a bit more appealing. You can learn a lot about a
person by the things in their house. And I definitely want to know
more about him.