14 Chapter 14: A TIME FOR FIRSTS

"Yes, thanks."

"Soda, iced tea, beer, wine-?"

"Water is fine."

"Really? That's all?"

"Yes. Do you mind if I freshen up a bit?" he pointed.

"Behind that glass block wall." As she headed in the direction that he'd indicated, he called out again. "You'll find towels and washcloths in the pantry. Take your time, baby."

Baby...she grinned at the use of that word. It didn't sound cheesy coming out of his mouth, either. His accent made it sound very sexy.

The bathroom was a dream. She resisted the urge to snoop and located a washcloth and removed her makeup and freshened up. She'd done a lot of sweating between dancing and the quick walk.

She returned to the living room to see that Lee had dimmed the lights and that soft music was playing across his sound system. His electronic equipment alone probably cost more than half a year of her salary!

He heard her coming and held out his hand to her. She took it with no hesitation. He led her to the couch where her bottled water sat on the nearby cocktail table.

"Have a seat. I'll be right back." He headed in the direction that she had come and Tory opened the bottled water, drinking long and leaning back against the cushions of the large couch. She sighed in contentment. How had she gotten from watching a sexy man on the bus to sitting in his expensive loft? She resisted the urge to pinch herself.

He returned, walking into the living room without hesitation and navigating with no problems. He sat down on the couch next to her and patted his lap. At first she thought that he wanted her sitting on his lap, which she would have done without thought.

"Take off your shoes and let me rub those feet of yours. Put them up here."

Tory sat up and placed her drink back on the table. "Can you...just kiss me again?" She remembered the feel of him hard, pressing against her, and her breath strained to reach her lungs.

"Anda cá..." He whispered. Come here...

Tory slid across the couch and his hand found her thigh. His lips moved to her neck and he lightly nibbled a trail down to her shoulder. She let her head fall back, feeling dizzy from his attention. She slid her hand into the curls of his hair. He nipped the mound of her breast, capturing the flesh lightly between his teeth and causing Tory to moan.

His hands moved up to cup her breasts, thumbs seeking out her nipples and upon finding their slight impression within her bra, he rubbed his thumbs over the cloth and through to her sensitized flesh.

"Oh...yes..." She clutched at his arms, holding him there, or hanging on--she wasn't sure which. His lips moved up to her mouth and he plunged his tongue into her, searching for her tongue and sucking it sensually.

Tory's heart was pounding in her chest. She'd never experienced sensations like these. She hardly knew what to do with her hands; her body. He was so much more experienced than she.

He'd at least done this before! She wanted to do something that would make him moan; to set him on the verge of exploding.

Tory drew her fingers down his taut belly and felt him flinch as a gust of air left his body. Ahhh...so she had found his spot. His kissing became more aggressive and she moved her hand up his body and found his flat areola with its puckered little nipple. She gently rolled it through the thin material, and Lee shuddered.

"Isso sabe muito bem…" He murmured. She figured that if all of his senses were heightened...then touch would be as well, and she was right. Tory moved her hands around his body, pulling up the fabric of his t-shirt, exposing the taut muscles of his stomach. Her hands moved lightly grazing him there and she felt his muscles quiver. He pulled back from her kiss, surprised. He smiled slightly

"What are you doing to me, querida? That feels amazing..."

She leaned in to kiss him again. "I want to make you feel as good as you are making me feel."

"Yes..." He returned the kiss with fervor, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Not having much experience in frenching, Tory just followed his lead, doing everything that he did but only half a second after.

His lips travelled down her neck, over her shoulder and then to the mound of her breast.

'I can't believe this is happening!' Tory thought when his hands brushed the material of her summer dress from her shoulders revealing her lacy black bra. He positioned his hands beneath each Double D bra cup, testing the weight. He seemed pleased. She strained to see his lips as they moved over her brown skin. He dragged down the delicate material of her bra exposing her nipples. He eagerly gathered one into his mouth.

"Oh...God..." She groaned, which only caused him to increase his attention to her puckered nipple. He pressed his fingertips lightly against the other causing a jolt of electrical-like energy to zip between her clenched thighs.

"Lee!" She sat up suddenly, causing him to rise up and give her a questioning look. "I've...I've never done this before."

His face took on a look of awe as he considered her. He sat back suddenly. "You're a virgin?"

She sat up as well, embarrassed that he was looking at her--or staring at her like she was a freak. She quickly pulled her clothes straight to conceal herself.

"Well...I've never made love but no, I'm not a virgin." Revealing this caused her to look down.

He didn't speak for a long time. "It would be my pleasure to make love to you for the first time when you're ready. If not tonight-"

"Oh, I'm ready." She spoke quickly. "I just wanted you to know that I'm not...experienced."

He didn't speak immediately, and when he did it was a whisper. "I think that I will fall madly in love with you, querida."

"Oh." She swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat. "I think I'd like that, Lee. I'd like that very much." He offered her his hand and she took it—his fingers gently enclosing hers. He turned and led her across the room. They rounded the glass block and ended up in the bedroom. His king size bed was the focal point of the entire room; sheathed in a bright red satin comforter, the only illumination coming from the living area of the house, which gave it a surreal feel.

'This is the bed where I will lose my virginity...' Tory thought. That thought sent her quaking in fear. She wanted this; more than anything that she could imagine, but it was the culmination of all of her fantasies coming to fruition; and it was overwhelming.

He turned to her, still holding her hand. "Are you ok?"

"Just anxious."