He felt an incredible sense of urgency now, to find peace in her arms before it was too late. He couldn't die not knowing what it would be like to make love to her. She wasn't ready for him. Her feelings were in turmoil. Danior knew it was too soon to press her, but he couldn't contain his desires any longer.
Her lids grew heavy, giving her a half-lidded, seductive look as she watched him suck her fingers and kiss the sensitive pads. He kissed her palm, brushing his lips over the inside of her wrist, tasting the rapid pulse there with his tongue. “I want to make love to you,” he whispered, holding her steady when she flinched.
He looked up at her then, away from the delicacy of her skin.
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Her pain made him ache. “I ... I don't know you, Danior. I know nothing about you except that you're willing to risk your life for a stranger."
"Isn't that enough?” He rubbed his thumb in her curled palm, watching her steadily, holding her gaze with his own. “Do you think explaining myself would make you understand?"
"It would go a long way,” she said as she pulled her hand free and twisted the covers in her lap. The flickering flames from the fireplace caused shadows to dance across her worried face. She looked down at her lap. He found her shyness unbelievably enticing.
He had to tear his mind away from mentally disrobing her, to her words. How could he explain when he didn't understand it himself? For the first time in longer than he could remember, he was uncertain of himself. He'd never felt so awkward. He'd never had a seduction go so foully, but then, this meeting had never been a game. It had always been about life and death.
Precious few hours remained for them, hours of safety. When night fell, he didn't know what would happen to them.
"I know I'm not the kind of person a man like you would be interested in under ordinary circumstances."
She was being serious. Without mental probing, he knew she referred to her weight. “There is nothing ordinary about this, nor about my attraction to you.” He lowered his voice, saying softly, “I want you as you are now, Maggie. I wouldn't change you."
She looked up at him in surprise, but her eyes turned wary. “It's hard for me to trust men."
He watched her a long moment. She was shielding something, some secret. He knew it lay at the root of her problems. “Tell me why."
She looked away, her face blushing with shame. “I don't know. It happened a long time ago. I ... I don't remember all of it."
She was lying. Slowly, as if trying to capture a wild creature, he lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, meeting her eyes steadily. “Will you let me inside? I want to understand,” he said softly.
A tear slid from the corner of one eye. She shuddered, taking a deep breath. “You'll hate me. Everyone does...."
"No,” he said, rubbing a thumb against her cheek. “I won't. Give me your trust. I want to understand."
"Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
He touched her temple, strengthening his connection to her as he poured himself into her mind past the walls blocking her innermost memories.
"I want to make love to you,” Danny said softly, cupping her jaw, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip.
Maggie fought the urge to turn her face away from his grasp. She shivered, unbidden pleasure coursing over her skin. She wasn't used to dating. No one had ever been interested in her before. She still couldn't believe Danny had asked her over to his house. Having the most popular boy in school want to seduce her was the last thing she'd ever expected.
"I don't think—"
"Don't think,” he said just as he covered her mouth with his lips.
A thrill raced through her at the connection. She draped her arms around his shoulders and slanted her head, nibbling his lips back. Maggie gasped when his tongue pushed through her lips and touched her own. She'd never been frenched before. The experience made heat flash between her thighs.
He curled his tongue around the inside of her mouth, running his hands up and down her back, each time getting closer and closer to her ass until he finally cupped it and plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth.
She moaned, getting wet as he crushed her against his erection.
He lifted his head, looking at her with a smile. “Will you?"
Yes! Oh god, yes. She wanted to make love to him so badly. She'd fantasized about him since she'd been a freshman. For three years she'd watched him and lusted, dreamed of being his girlfriend. He was a senior now. He'd be leaving soon, going to college. She couldn't fool herself into thinking anything more could come of this. They ran in different circles, and everyone knew long distance relationships were tough. This was her last chance to have one good memory from high school.
"Yes,” she said softly.
His smile widened, and he pulled away from her. He walked across his room to his bed, sitting. Picking up the remote to his CD player, he turned on Boyz II Men's “I'll Make Love to You", then looked at her expectantly.
"I want to see your body. Naked."
Maggie stiffened, shifting on her feet uncertainly. “Are you sure we should do this here?” she asked, looking around his room at all the electronic gadgets he had—anywhere but at him.
"My parents are gone for the weekend, don't worry. No one will see you but me."
"I don't know,” she said, tugging at her clothes uncomfortably. She'd never gotten naked in front of anyone. Not since she'd been a little girl.
"If you'd rather go home—"
"No,” she said, screwing up her courage. “I can do it."
"Take off your clothes,” he said, smiling.
Feeling awkward and uncomfortable, but at the same time both excited and happy, she peeled her clothing off, trying to hide her discomfort, trying to make herself seductive for him. When she'd finished, she had to quell the urge to cover herself as he studied her with a look in his eyes she found difficult to interpret. Triumph? Excitement?
Swallowing with an effort, she moved toward him. He held his hand out to her when she reached the bed. Pulling her down, he kissed her until she was weak with wanting, until her discomfort had been replaced with the tension of rising desire.
She was confused when he rolled her over. She looked up at him through half closed eyes and he leaned down, kissing her, stroking a hand over her back. “I love to do it doggy. That's my favorite position. It's makes your pussy so tight."
Uneasiness threaded through her. She'd never done it at all, much less ‘doggy’ but it wasn't a difficult concept to grasp.
She didn't want him to think she didn't know about these things.
Obediently, she got up on her hands and knees, feeling the drugging effects of her desire lift slightly, enough to allow the uneasiness to creep back inside her ... enough to still the flow of lubricating juices within her vagina.
She looked back at him as he positioned himself behind her, realizing that he hadn't undressed. Her discomfort increased, but the avid look on his face as he caressed her ass reassured her that he was as turned on as she'd hoped.
She heard the sound of his zipper and then he nudged her with the head of his cock, seeking her opening. She held her breath, partly from nerves, partly from excitement—she would be giving her virginity to the most popular guy on campus, the guy she'd been dying for for years.
As she felt him wedging his cock into her opening, he slapped the cheek of her ass. “Fuck me, bitch!
Tell me how much you want it! You want my cock in your pussy?"
Maggie gulped, feeling a strange sense of unreality descend over her.
He pushed a little ways into her, stretching her painfully. “Say it! Tell me you want my cock inside you bitch!"