Ravish: The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty - By Cathy Yardley Page 0,1

being skin on skin with a living, breathing man.

The shower shut off, and after a few moments, Oliver emerged. He didn’t even bother with a robe. He strutted out naked, his body solid, almost as beefy as a football player. His hair was toweled dry, looking slick and dark auburn, matching his pubic hair. Rory couldn’t help it: she stared at his body as if trying to memorize it. He was already hard, and his penis bounced jauntily, the action matching his confident grin as he walked toward the bed.

She didn’t mean to. She giggled. She’d never seen a penis in the flesh before, as it were, and she had no idea it would look so cheerful.

He frowned, pausing as he pulled back the sheet. “Something funny?”

She shook her head, hoping she hadn’t offended him. “This is a first for a lot of things,” she said, by way of explanation. Oliver was the only person she’d ever admitted her virginity to. He nodded, looking older than his own twenty-two years. “Can I…”

She paused, her voice catching in her throat.

“Go on, can you what?” he asked, sliding into bed beside her.

“Can I touch it?”

Now he laughed, and she brightened. “Of course,” he said, lying back, his penis standing at attention. “Go ahead.”

She put her hand out tentatively, her fingertips brushing against the bulbous tip of his cock. She pulled her hand away as if burned.

He laughed again. “It doesn’t have teeth, Rory,” he said. “Go on. Really check it out.”

She laughed with him, nervously. For some reason, she had felt something…like a shock of electricity, something that made her whole system go intensely hot, then a slow, steady cold. Her fingertips still felt numb from the contact.

Stop stressing, she chastised herself. Years of family pressure and warnings might be haunting her, but they would not ruin this for her. She had let them dictate far too many of her life decisions: attending an all-girls school all the way through college, never bringing a boyfriend home, always afraid of the consequences if she disobeyed her far-too-strict parents. She’d been a coward. She’d waited far too long.

She was tired of being the good daughter. She wanted this, now.

She circled his shaft with her palm, surprised at how velvety soft the skin was and how solid and hard it had become, feeling like heated stone in her hand. She slid her hand awkwardly along his shaft, wondering at her own clumsiness. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Maybe I should take over now,” Oliver said, his eyes alight.

She nodded, feeling words abandon her. She must be more nervous than she realized.

He started kissing her again, his hand stroking over the smoothness of her silk teddy. She leaned back against the pillows, allowing him more access as he moved over her breasts, causing her nipples to pucker and pout. She was breathing hard, her heart beating against her ribcage like a trapped bird.

“You don’t need this,” he said, sliding the teddy off of her shoulders and then slipping it off her hips and down her legs.

She felt vulnerable and yet incredibly aroused as the warm, moist tropical breeze from the open window hit her bare skin. She could smell mimosa and jasmine, a hint of guava. She could smell him, soap-clean from the shower. It was as if all her senses were heightened, with a pleasure that was so overwhelming, it was close to pain. Her head began to spin with it, and she fell against the pillow, fighting to stay in control.

“Don’t worry. Trust me,” he murmured against her shoulder. Then he moved forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling softly.

She whimpered as the unbelievable pleasure rippled through her. Heat suffused her system, and she wanted to reach for him, hold his head tight against her breast, but her body felt immobile, all her reactions slowed to the point of stillness. Her heart raced impossibly fast, causing blood to rush in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the wild parrots and the crash of waves in the background.

He moved to her other breast, and she gasped. He was taking charge now, moving intently. This was why she’d chosen him, after all. He’d been the most determined, the most eager…the most seductive. He’d waited for her with relentless energy. He’d been both passionate and reserved.

She wanted tonight to be perfect, and now she was apparently so scared and so inhibited that she wasn’t letting herself enjoy it.

She forced