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Without having to exert much force, he carried me into his bedroom and then gently lowered me back to my feet.

The room was dark, but the moon shining through one of the windows gave me a clear view of everything.

Nothing had changed since I chased off another woman here days ago.

As he closed the door, I walked dreamily towards the large bed, closing my eyes because everything here was taken over by his smell, which calmed me down in a strange way, even though my heart was pounding in my throat with excitement and I felt that difficult to breathe.

Before I could open my eyes again, I suddenly felt his hands on my waist and his breath on my neck, causing me to hold my breath and the blood rushing through my veins.

While I was just concentrating on his touch with my eyes closed and could hardly believe what was happening here, he gently pushed my hair aside and began to kiss my shoulder tenderly.

Each time his soft lips touched my skin, there was a tingle that settled like a pleasant shiver over the places he kissed along until it reached my neck and I let my head fall back with a soft moan.

He sure liked the effect he had on me just with such innocent caresses because he immediately rolled me around the waist and looked at me with an expression that made me freeze.

His irises looked dark, as if a veil of lust had settled over them and now that things were getting serious, I was panicking.

What if he doesn't like me?

With my heart racing faster and faster, I remembered the women I had seen here before and this caused me more and more self-doubt that threatened to destroy this romantic mood.

Plus I've never had sex and it just came to mind how my cousins used to joke about the virgins they'd laid.

What if he did too...

Rian didn't seem to notice much of my chaos as he hugged me and put his hands on my butt to grip tightly while he sucked on my neck, choking me from breathing.

"Rian," I whispered and he immediately pulled away from my neck to give me a questioning look. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing was rapid, and I really had trouble focusing on my words as my entire body was electrified.

"Hmmm," he breathed when I looked at him speechless and brushed individual strands out of my face, which made me close my eyes again.

Fuck the doubts...

He pushed me to his bed and then turned me over to unzip my dress.

My mind was in a hurricane of worry, shame and doubt while my body screamed for him and his touch...

When he then had the dress open and it slowly fell down on me, I held my breath and turned around to him hesitantly, because I wanted to know how he would look at me now, but instead of seeing passion, I suddenly saw it that way something like concern in his eyes.

Did I look so awful in underwear that he was worried?

"What's going on?", he asked and let his irises scurry across my face, but I didn't understand what he meant at all and just stared at him, overwhelmed.

"Keeva, your whole body is shaking."

After he calmly said those words to me, I nervously looked down at myself and suddenly noticed it myself.

"I i..-"

Excellent! I didn't even know what to say until he gently lifted my chin and eyed me intently. When his eyes finally met mine, his got bigger and he cocked his head slightly.

"You have never?"

Could it get any more embarrassing?

I nodded in embarrassment and felt like sinking into the ground, but he didn't react at all with amusement, more like he actually liked it.

"We don't have to, if you still need time," he explained and then he suddenly grinned. He seemed to be making fun of me after all, which made me instantly angry.

"Just laugh at me," I snapped at him, sitting on his bed to pull the covers around my body. From one second to the next I was ashamed to stand in front of him only in my underwear.

"I'm not laughing at you," he said completely irritated and crouched down in front of me to take my hands in his and give me a serious look. "I smiled at myself."

"And why?" I wanted to know and looked at him curiously while I felt his fingers drawing small circles on the back of my hand.

"Because there is a beautiful woman standing in front of me, half-naked, and I'm offering to give her time. Someone should claim again that you won't let me get weak," he explained with a smile on his lips and looked up at me.

"I wouldn't call that weak, more considerate," I whispered, embarrassed, and we just looked at each other dreamily for a while until he got up again and ran to his closet to pull out one of his shirts.

He came towards me again, freed me from the covers and, smiling, I stretched my arms up to let him help me into his black shirt that I wished I would never have taken off again.

"You're killing me, Keeva, honestly," he shook his head, unbuttoning his shirt.

"I hope in a good way."

"We will see."

***

After I snuggled into his bed wearing only his underwear and his t-shirt, he disappeared into the bathroom for a while before coming back into the room wearing only his boxer shorts.

He turned on the television and through the flickering, which immediately lit up the room, I got a view of his beautiful upper body again.

So while he was standing in front of the bed with the remote control and was probably looking for a station, I stared at him dreamily and let my eyes wander over the many beautiful lines on his back.

"Are you watching me?" he suddenly asked, glancing over his shoulder at me, causing my face to blush.

"I like your tattoos," I admitted shyly and immediately he came over to me, grinning, to lie down next to me on the bed.

"Do you know what that is?" he asked and stretched out his arm, which caught my eye on a turquoise little monster. It looked incredibly cute and I hadn't noticed it before, it was so inconspicuously hidden between all the other tattoos.

"Looks like the Cookie Monster," I smiled and he smiled in amusement, causing me to take my eyes off the monster to look at him. He seemed very different behind closed doors than out there. Maybe it was just me and that thought made me kind of proud.

"Yes, something like that. When Senan was 12 years old, he used to watch a really stupid children's show and there was an annoying monster, I think his name was Gabo or something like that," he said, constantly looking at his arm, while my gaze rested on his lips. "Anyway, Senan started drawing this Gabo over and over again and he almost freaked out because he was never satisfied until I took one of his drawings and tattooed it on me. When he saw it, he was incredibly proud and added to mine and his well-being finally stopped scribbling it all over the place."

He laughed and I had to chuckle too, imagining Senan drawing monsters.

"So in the end you were the reason why he's tattooing himself now?" I asked again, although the answer was already clear to me.

He nodded, fumbling with the remote while I wondered why they had such a strained relationship these days. I kept asking myself what had happened and I was only able to free myself when he came under the covers and carefully put his arm under my head.

"Come here," he breathed softly, looking at me intently so that I threw my shyness overboard and snuggled my head against his chest while crossing my leg over his hip, suddenly feeling his hard arousal against my thigh and my eyes widened in embarrassment.

"I said you drive me crazy," he whispered, and I could literally feel on his chest how amused he seemed to be at how shy I actually was.

Now he had really challenged me.

I got up with a jerk and sat straight on his hips, legs apart, which made his face look surprised.

He stared at me, completely taken by surprise, and now I was the one smiling in amusement.

"Don't make fun of me," I warned, and he immediately grabbed my hands and pulled me down so that our lips were only a few millimeters apart. My heart was racing and I lost myself in the depths of his irises, feeling his arousal between my legs, which he gently pressed against me.

"And you shouldn't provoke me," he breathed menacingly, his eyes glaring at me with lust.

Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all!

I let my gaze flicker over his lips for just a moment when he rose to his feet with ease and pushed me to the side to lean over me and hold my hands firmly on the bed above my head.

Completely at his mercy, I only breathed in fits and starts, which made my lips dry and I happily stroked them with my tongue, but without any ulterior motives...

"Okay, that's enough," he said, almost growling, and pressed his lips to mine, wanting to immediately conquer my mouth with his tongue.

I closed my eyes, trying not to let my nervousness get the better of me, and let him take full control.

Very carefully he moved his pelvis and pushed himself between my legs while his tongue caressed mine and when I then felt his hard arousal bump against my middle, I moaned with pleasure into our kiss and opened my legs a little more without thinking about it.

He probably noticed that I felt ready now and I didn't understand myself why it was suddenly like that, but I didn't want to think about it at all. Even if I hardly knew him, he was my husband and it should be something completely normal.

As he took both of my hands in his and still held the bed firmly over my head, he stroked my side with the other and then lifted his pelvis slightly to place himself at my side.

I closed my eyes, felt his kisses on my neck, his hand gently stroking my stomach and I winced overwhelmed by this tingling.

The goosebumps that followed his touch felt wonderful and when he pushed his hand painfully slowly under my panties, I held my breath and looked shyly into his eyes.

"Just enjoy it," he breathed into my face, laying his lips on my forehead as his fingers circled my tender spot, letting out a groan that made me close my eyes again.

Although he was tender, he was also wild and his circular movements became faster and faster, which also accelerated my breathing and when he then slipped two fingers into my already wet middle, I cramped slightly and stretched my body, which made it tighter immediately snuggled up to me.

"Breathe," he whispered, and I did, breathing away the brief, nagging pain to turn my face back to his. His fingers moved rhythmically into my hot middle again and again, while his thumbs rubbed my sensitive area and he looked me intensely in the eyes.

A chaos of feelings broke out in me and I didn't know what to do with all the horniness, all the passion, all the heat, until I felt a tingling sensation in my abdomen that made me moan louder and louder.

"Fuck, Keeva," Rian whispered breathlessly and let go of my hands to put his hand under my head and pull me into a passionate kiss...

As I felt his tongue on mine, his fingers deep inside me and his hard cock at my side, all of a sudden the tingling sensation from my abdomen spread through my entire body and I spasmed again, feeling my muscles around his fingers tighten while I moaned into his mouth and clawed my fingers into his sheets over me.

My first orgasm! And I immediately wanted more of it!

Out of breath, I pulled away from his mouth and had to deal with everything that had just happened while he slid his fingers out of me to pull me tight and kiss my forehead tenderly.