by Miranda Lee
Violet was standing there, sipping her coffee and thinking that she would never have the courage to walk around stark naked when she heard the bathroom door open.
She stiffened, afraid suddenly that Leo wouldn’t be so shy.
Gripping the coffee mug within suddenly tense fingers, she turned, relieved to find that he wasn’t naked, but dressed in the other bathrobe.
‘I would have made you some coffee,’ she said, surprised at how normal she sounded, ‘but I didn’t know how you took it, either.’
‘I don’t really want any coffee right now.’
He stared at her across the room, the look in his eyes thrilling Violet. She’d never experienced what it was to be wanted by a man before. Certainly not like this, and not by a man like Leo. She still found it hard to believe that she had captured his interest the way she had. Was it because she was a virgin? Did it turn him on, the thought of being her first?
‘I don’t really want coffee either,’ she admitted, her voice low and shaky.
He sighed a deep sigh before moving to stand at the side of the bed where he withdrew a small foil packet from the pocket of the bathrobe and placed it under the lamp on the bedside table.
‘I’m sorry, Violet,’ he said, glancing back up at her. ‘I was so intent on getting you up here that I forgot I only carry one condom in my wallet.’
Violet stared at the small foil packet, then up at him, several thoughts revolving in her head. She hadn’t thought about protection at all! Which was seriously stupid of her. Okay, so she was on the pill; had been ever since she’d discovered it was a miracle cure for her acne. The pill, however, only protected a girl against pregnancy. Despite Leo being a gentleman, he lived and moved in a very fast world, where people slept around and were generally risk-takers. On top of that he was drop-dead gorgeous, so women would be throwing themselves at him all the time. She was sure that as a rule he practised safe sex, but who knew?
‘Well, we only need one, don’t we?’ she said at last.
Leo almost laughed. Once wasn’t going to be nearly enough to assuage what he was feeling for Violet. Common sense dictated that he get dressed again, go downstairs and find one of the gents’ rooms in the casino which was sure to have condom dispensers on the wall. But that would take far too long. His need was too urgent, too powerful to entertain such a delay. As it was, it would take some considerable time for her to be ready for him.
Leo wondered how long it would be before he could don that condom. Half an hour at least. Lord, how was he going to bear it?
You’ll just have to, came the voice of brutal logic. Because there will be no second time tonight if her first time hurts too much. If you want to have her again—which you undeniably do—then patience is the only way.
But, best she not know that right now.
‘True,’ he said, and smiled what he hoped was a reassuring smile. ‘Now, why don’t you put that coffee down, Violet, and come over here?’
CHAPTER TWELVE
THERE WAS NO QUESTION of not doing his bidding, but that didn’t stop the butterflies which by then were doing gymnastics in Violet’s stomach. Her hand shook uncontrollably as she clunked the mug down onto the desk surface, her legs going to jelly as she crossed the room to where Leo was standing by the bed. By then her heart was going fifty to the dozen, her head spinning with a thousand panicky thoughts.
‘There’s no need to be nervous,’ he said gently, and cradled her flushed face in his hands.
‘But I...I don’t know what to do. I mean, I...I...’
‘Shh, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything. Let me do the doing.’
He kissed her then. Kissed her and stripped her at the same time, the robe pooling at her feet before she could object or worry about what he would think of her body. Not that she was capable of rational thought at that moment, his hot, hungry kisses quickly igniting a furnace of desire within her which made her body burn with need.
She moaned in protest when his mouth suddenly lifted from hers, not wanting him to stop, yet at the same time wanting more.
‘Patience,’ he muttered. Violet was not sure who he was referring to.
She watched, dry-mouthed, as he whirled away from her and yanked back the bed clothes, throwing them onto the floor beyond the base of the bed before turning to face her again. His eyes glittered as they raked over her nakedness.
‘Why couldn’t you have been less than perfect?’ he growled.
She wasn’t given any time to wallow in his flattering words before he scooped her up and placed her down in the middle of the bed. Violet gasped as the coolness of the sheets came into contact with her white-hot skin. He didn’t join her on the bed straight away but stood next to it, staring down at her for what felt like for ever. And, whilst his hungry gaze thrilled and aroused her, it was not what she wanted at that moment. She wanted him on the bed beside her. No, no—inside her.
The intensity of her need battled with her natural shyness, making her want to do things she would never have imagined herself capable of. The urge to open her legs was powerful, only the shame of such a wanton act stopping her. But her legs still moved restlessly up and down, one at a time, each knee bending slightly then straightening, her heels digging into the mattress.
‘Leo, please,’ she choked out at last.
Her desperate plea brought his blazing blue eyes back to hers.
He shook his head then laughed, though it wasn’t a laugh of amusement. ‘For pity’s sake, woman, don’t make my job here harder than it already is.’
Violet was torn between pleasure at being called a woman and offence at the word ‘job’.
Any reaction—positive or negative—was swiftly obliterated, however, by Leo stripping off his bathrobe and giving her a full-frontal view of his startlingly beautiful and startlingly erect male body.
Oh my, she thought as her eyes took all of him in with a single mouth-drying glance.
Violet had never seen an aroused naked male before but she’d imagined what one looked like. The reality didn’t disappoint, Leo fulfilled every one of Violet’s sexual fantasies.
‘See what you’ve done to me?’ he said as he reached for the nearby condom then ripped the packaging apart. ‘I’d best put this on before we start. I suspect that once I join you on that bed things could quickly get out of control. I swear to you, Violet, I’ve never met a girl who does to me what you do to me.’
She would have asked him what it was that she did to him if she hadn’t been so caught up in watching him don the condom. He didn’t turn away to do it, obviously not bothered by her eyes on him. Clearly, he’d done this many times before, a thought which sparked a jab of jealousy till she firmly brushed such thinking aside as typically virginal thinking, and quite silly, under the circumstances.
She liked it that Leo was a man of the world. It was one of the things she found fascinating about him. So he’d been with lots of women before—so what? According to him, none of them did for him what she did. What a deliciously flattering thought!
Once the condom was firmly in place, Violet wondered what it felt like. Was it better without one on, or didn’t it matter? More questions which she didn’t dare ask. Not right then, anyway.
He finally stretched out beside her on the bed, just far enough away so that his erection didn’t touch her. She stiffened when he pushed her over onto her back, sucking in sharply when his left hand came to rest on her by then tightly held belly.
‘Try to relax,’ he advised softly.
Violet let the trapped air out of her lungs in a rush once his hand moved up her breasts, a low moan punching from her throat. Oh, Lord. So this was what it felt like to have one’s breasts played with. It was even better than she’d imagined.
‘Oh!’ she cried out when he squeezed one of her nipples.
Possibly he thought she was making a protest, for his hand immediately abandoned her burning nipple to travel slowly down her body, trailing erotic circles around her navel before e
ventually moving lower. Violet tried to relax but could not, holding her breath as his fingers slid slowly into the dark curls which covered her pubic bone.
‘Move your legs apart, Violet,’ he ordered thickly.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she did so, fear gripping her once more, the fear of disappointing him. Her teeth clenched down hard in her jaw, all her muscles tightening.
‘Breathe, Violet,’ he commanded a little gruffly.
She didn’t breathe so much as pant. His fingers were there now, touching her right on that spot which loved to be touched. She squirmed with a mad mixture of pleasure and frustration. For she knew, if he kept doing that, she would come. Despite being a virgin, Violet was no stranger to orgasms. She’d been giving herself them for a good while now.
‘You have to stop doing that,’ she cried out, her eyes flinging open to find him looming over her, his eyes narrowed, his expression somewhat tense.
‘Do I?’ he said, the initial surprise in his eyes changing to a knowing amusement. ‘And why is that, sweet Violet?’
‘You know why,’ she threw at him, angry at his wanting her to admit something so private.
‘You’ll come,’ he said for her.
She bit her bottom lip, feeling quite mortified.
‘Absolutely no reason to be embarrassed, Violet,’ he said in that silky-smooth voice which she loved. ‘I would be shocked if someone of your age hadn’t discovered self-pleasure. Frankly, it’s a huge relief that you’re obviously highly sexed.’
She blinked up at him. He thought she was highly sexed? Was that good? It sounded slightly...slutty.
‘Trust me when I assure you that you could come now and it would not be the end of things. A woman can come many times during one night’s love-making.’
Violet had read of such things, but thought they belonged in the world of romantic fiction. And romantic fantasies. Even if it were true, she didn’t want to come that way. Not tonight.
‘But I...’ she began, then broke off. How difficult it was just to tell him so. Not just difficult—impossible!
‘Now, what does that screwed-up face mean?’ he asked gently. ‘No, let me guess. You want me to stop what I was doing and move on, is that it?’
Thank God he wasn’t so shy, she thought, and nodded.
He bent down and kissed her tenderly on the lips, then not quite so tenderly. Her lips flowered open and his tongue slid inside. And it was whilst he was kissing her that his hand very definitely moved on, bypassing her throbbing clitoris to delve into the deep core of her sex, first with one finger, then two, then three. She cried out with pleasure, her muscles closing tightly around his fingers, squeezing and releasing in an instinctively primal rhythm. She no longer worried about coming. All she wanted was for him to keep doing what he was doing.
But he didn’t. He stopped.
She stared up at him, eyes glazed, heart pounding as he moved swiftly to position himself between her thighs before lifting her legs up and wrapping them high around his waist.
‘Tell me if I hurt you,’ he said in a low, gravelly voice as he ever so gently rubbed himself against the entrance to her vagina.
Violet moaned. Hurt her—was he insane? It felt delicious. He felt delicious.
Finally, he began to ease himself inside her, his eyes glued to hers—watching for signs of pain, she presumed. But there was no pain, only a momentary discomfort as her body stretched to accommodate him. How beautifully they fitted together, Violet thought once he was fully inside her. And how beautiful he was, this wonderful man. Her first lover. Her first love.
Because, of course, she loved him. How could she not?
Violet sighed with happiness.
‘Everything all right, Violet?’
‘Everything’s perfect,’ she murmured.
‘You constantly amaze me,’ he muttered. ‘But no more talking. I’m done with talking for now.’
Violet was glad of that. She didn’t want to talk either, not once he started moving. It felt so amazing. And so right. She wanted it to go on for ever.
But of course Mother Nature didn’t plan for intercourse to go on for ever. The pleasure of mating was designed for one purpose and one purpose only: the propagation of the species. Soon, Violet’s hips were rising from the bed to meet Leo’s, the action making his penetration deeper and bringing her womb closer to where his seed would have soon sallied forth, if he hadn’t been wearing protection.
Leo’s thrusting became faster and harder, his quickening rhythm bringing a torturous edge to her pleasure. Violet groaned and moaned, her head twisting from side to side in response to the sensations gathering deep inside her. Her heart thundered in her chest, her mouth falling wide open as every muscle she owned tightened in anticipation of her imminent release.
When the first spasm struck she gasped, her back arching from the bed as spasm after spasm buffeted her body. Leo clasped her close as he came too. Violet was stunned at how incredible that felt, their coming together, so much more pleasurable and powerful than anything she’d experienced alone. Much more satisfying as well. But way more tiring.
Even before he withdrew, Violet yawned, her legs falling limply back onto the bed. She tried to stay awake, telling herself not to waste a moment of her one precious night with this man. But it didn’t help when Leo cuddled her to him like two spoons, his body heat increasing the lethargy which was already stealing through every pore in her body. She vaguely recalled his saying her name as he kissed her hair, and then the curtain came down.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LEO WOKE FIRST, a quick glance at the digital clock beside the bed revealing it was just after nine. He hadn’t slept all that long, thank God.
Very carefully he unwrapped himself from Violet’s unconscious body and sat up on the side of the bed whilst he tried to get his head around things. The evening was still quite young; there were at least three hours left before he would be obliged to take Violet home. The show they were supposed to be attending had started at eight and would probably finish around eleven, after which it was reasonable that he would take his date for coffee or a drink at the casino. There would be no awkward questions asked if she arrived home between midnight and one o’clock.
A lot could be done in bed in three hours...
Leo twisted round to gaze down upon Violet’s sleeping form, his sated sex kicking back to life as his eyes roved over the feminine perfection of her body. He loved her hour-glass shape, the natural lushness of her breasts and the peach-like curves of her bottom. But it wasn’t just her shape which entranced him. It was the girl herself. She had such character, and such amazing passion.
Despite having been a virgin, there’d been nothing virginal in the way Violet had responded to him. She’d been with him all the way, and then some. The way she’d moved. And moaned. It turned him on, just thinking about how it had felt being inside her. Her body had been so tight and wet and hot. As for when she’d come... The contractions of her climax had sucked him dry.
Or so he’d thought at the time.
Leo winced as he looked down at himself. Difficult to think straight with a hard-on like that. Time for a cold shower, he decided, and stood up abruptly. Time to bring some common sense—not to mention conscience—into this situation!
* * *
Violet woke to find her lower half covered by a sheet and a dressed Leo sitting at the desk in the corner, sipping what she presumed was coffee.
‘Sleeping beauty awakes at last,’ he said. ‘Can I get you some coffee?’
She sat up, clutching the sheet up over her breasts.
‘What time is it?’
‘Nine-thirty. If you hurry we could catch the second half of the show.’
‘You want to go to the show now?’ she asked, disbelief and dismay in her voice.
Leo sighed, then stood up. ‘No, of course I don’t want to go to the show. But I think it would be for the best. If we stay here, I’ll do things that I’ll regret. You will too.
’
‘No I won’t,’ she insisted fiercely. ‘I won’t regret a second of anything I do with you!’
‘Trust me, Violet. Now, be a good girl and go get yourself dressed.’
Violet could not believe that he meant what he was saying. What was there for her to regret?
‘You’re afraid I’ll fall in love with you,’ she said with sudden inspiration.
The look in his eyes showed her that she was right.
‘It’s easy to mistake lust for love, Violet, especially when you’re young.’
‘I’m not that young,’ she argued. ‘I’m twenty-five!’
‘You’re still young when it comes to sexual experience.’
‘Only because I chose to be that way. Now I choose not to be. Tonight. Here. With you. As for my falling in love with you, why would that be so terrible?’
‘You know why, Violet. You’re not stupid. I’m a twice-married forty-year-old man who has no intention of ever getting married again. You are a twenty-five-year-old girl who no doubt sees marriage and children in her future. I do not wish to return to London tomorrow thinking that I’ve broken your heart.’
‘My heart’s a lot tougher than that, Leo. I’m a lot tougher than that. Please, Leo, I don’t want to get dressed and go to that show. I want to stay here with you. I want you to make love to me some more.’
‘See? You’re already using words like “make love”. I didn’t make love to you tonight, Violet, I had sex with you. There was no love involved, I can assure you.’
Violet only just managed to stop herself from gasping with shock at his bluntness. Instead, she took a couple of slow, steadying breaths. ‘I never for one moment imagined there was,’ she said at last with creditable calm. ‘Like you said, I’m not stupid. I know the score here, Leo. I know it was just sex. But it was still incredible, wasn’t it? I’d be a fool if I didn’t want more.’