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  After two hours of shopping, she returned home empty handed, not that it mattered. After mulling it all over, she had decided not to go out with Charles Whitmore at all. When he came for her, she would tell him it was all a mistake, and save him the cost of an expensive dinner. Then at least she would not feel pressured into doing anything she would regret.

  Not that she thought she would regret sleeping with him, at least not the physical act itself. Sex with him would be amazing, but then she would be left empty when he dumped her, as surely he would. However, her regret of not sleeping with him tonight, this one and only chance, may haunt her even more.

  When he knocked on the door at seven she nearly never answered, it would be so much easier to ignore it completely. Yet that would be unfair, he deserved an explanation.

  Opening the door, her heart thudded frantically in her chest, the sight of him did not help. He was dressed casually, denim jeans that fit perfectly, and a t-shirt that hugged his chest just enough to hint at his muscles. A casual jacket finished the look off perfectly. She was not sure if she had expected him to wear a tux; she definitely had not expected this.

  “Hi,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. “Are you ready to go?”

  She glanced down at the dress she was wearing; she could easily grab her coat and go out with him, and not look under dressed. But would dinner with him mean he would expect more, could this go anywhere other than down the road to heart ache for her? No, there was no way they could have a future together.

  “I’m sorry, Charles, I’m not going out with you.”

  “You've got cold feet, understandable. Yesterday was a bit of a wild ride. But it’s just dinner.”

  “Is it? I don’t want you to think that because I go to dinner with you I’m going to go to bed with you after.”

  He came towards her, and instantly her body became alive, responding to him before he even touched her. So when he did touch her, sliding his finger gently down her cheek for it to come to rest under her chin she nearly exploded. Her breath coming in short sharp gasps, and when his lips pressed against hers she forgot how to breathe completely.

  Her body sagged against him, and he wrapped his arms around her to support her. Anita clung to him, his body the only real thing at that moment that could keep her tethered to reality. His lips bore the promise of so much more, of pleasure untold, and at the same time were so gentle and reassuring that she wanted to take more, and go further.

  His tongue slid inside her mouth, and he tasted her, taking his time to enjoy her. They stood together like this in an endless kiss, and she relaxed, her mouth returning the sensuous pleasure it received.

  Through the fog of wonderful sensations that consumed her brain, she knew in this one act, he had convinced her of one thing. The regret of not having Charles Whitmore, even if it was only for tonight, would always outweigh the regret of a one night stand with him. Tonight if he wanted her, she would give herself to him, and no longer be a virgin.

  How she would ever get through dinner with him, she had no idea. Right now, the only appetite she had was for him. She wanted to explore his body, taste it with her lips, and allow him to do the same to her. There was no way she could sit in a restaurant full of people and keep her desire hidden; it would be there for everyone to see.

  So she did something reckless, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and placed it on a coat hook. When she turned back to him, he seemed to be in the same frame of mind, dinner could wait.

  He took her in his arms again; his lips on hers for a brief moment before kissing her cheek and then down her throat. His hand covered her breast, kneading it gently until her nipple hardened, and then his mouth covered it and nipped the stiff little peak, a wonderful sensation only dulled by the fabric of her dress.

  The heat that flared in her body was intense and it frightened her, taking away all sense and reason. She would do whatever he wanted; he inflamed her senses too much for her to be able to say no to him, she only hoped she could trust him not to hurt her.

  His hand slid down her body, and when it reached her thigh, he began to pull her dress up inch by agonising inch. When he had it bunched up, he slid his hand under it and down to cover her mound, and she knew he would feel the warm heat of her arousal.

  Like a bitch on heat, she moved her feet apart to allow him better access. He drew his finger along the length of her slit, pressing her already sopping panties against her heated flesh.

  Her body trembled at this new experience, no man had ever touched her so intimately, and she felt relief that she had not panicked and pulled away from him. It felt right, she forgot about who he was, and concentrated on what he was doing to her right now in this moment.

  Closing her eyes, she took in every slight change in pressure against her heated flesh. His fingers ran the length of her slit repeatedly; they rubbed her clit after every stroke, making her wetter until she thought her juices would run down her thighs.

  Then just as she got used to the feel of him, her pushed the fabric of her panties aside and dipped his finger into her slick sex. She whimpered softly, and her hands gripped his arms tightly, fighting to keep herself upright. He withdrew almost immediately, and she feared he had changed his mind, instead he scooped her effortlessly up in his arms and said,” Where's the bedroom?”

  She pointed to the small room that was her bedroom, she had never expected to have a man in there and it was purely functional, nothing that hinted at love and romance. The bedding was not even to her taste, she had got it on sale while she scrimped along to her first pay check. However when he lay her down on the bed, she did not care, and thankfully he seemed too wrapped up in kissing her body to notice.

  His lips were warm and soft, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched her skin. He slowly pulled her dress up her thighs, kissing her flesh in its wake, drawing it up over her stomach which she wanted to cover, she was embarrassed to let him see her naked. Yet the feelings he had ignited chased away all her fears, replacing them with a need to have him kiss every inch of her.

  When he could push her dress no further her made her sit up and then unzipped it before pulling from her body. Thankfully, she had worn her best lingerie, a present she had bought for herself last Christmas; she had never had much opportunity to wear it, until now.

  Her best lingerie did not stay on for long, he unclasped the bra and her breasts almost burst from it. He licked his lips in anticipation and then cupped her right breast in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the taut nipple before lowering his mouth and licking it. Her whole body seemed to be concentrated into that one point. The feel of his tongue, soft and then hard as he ran it around her areola, before at last sucking it into his mouth.

  Her back arched and she offered herself to him, encouraging his touch, the feel of his teeth grazing her nipple making the rest of her feel left out. She wanted him to touch her, to stroke her everywhere, and her clit throbbed with a particular urgency. Thrusting herself forward she wanted to ask him to touch her there, she was desperate for some relief to this intense need. However, her inexperience stopped her.

  He pulled back, releasing her breast, and used both his hands on her breasts, kneading them, stroking them before kissing each in turn. Then his mouth moved lower and he kissed her stomach, his hand moving with it. Slowly he inched towards the little bundle of nerves that needed his attention, but he teased her, moving closer before inching away.

  Anita thrust her hips forward, and he chuckled to himself, before finally touching her there. She thought she might come right away. The relief of his fingers pinching and stroking her was almost too much. He ran a finger along her slit, and she knew she was sopping wet, her arousal making her sex heated and damp.

  When he stopped, she nearly cried out in disappointment. Yet she should not have fretted, he was only moving so he could remove her panties. As his fingers curled around the elastic, she lifted her hips up so he could pull them down her thighs, and turned her face so he could not
see her blush. She had never been naked in front of a man, and no one had ever seen her down there, in her most intimate place.

  When his mouth covered her clit, sucking and licking her there, her eyes flew open and her hands went to push into his hair, she thrust herself forward, feeling wanton and wild at the delights of his mouth. Craning her neck forward she tried to watch what he was doing to her, but all she could see was the top of his head so she relaxed and tried to enjoy it, but there was nothing relaxing about the tension that was building in her body.

  She climbed towards release, her body working on autopilot because all sense had left her. As she neared the peak he moved and licked her slit from one end to the other, when he moved to do it again he pushed a little deeper inside her. Then his finger pushed into her, and she knew he would realise she was a virgin.

  She thought he would pull away and recoil from her, laugh at her innocence. Instead, he used his mouth on her clit, licking and sucking, two fingers pushing gently inside her, until she came.

  Anita fought the desire to push him away, to clamp her legs shut when the first wave hit her. She trembled as her body tensed and relaxed, not knowing where the messages came from that told her body to react this way. It was if it had always known, and needed awakening, and that was what Charles Whitmore had done, unlocked the key to her pleasure.

  When her body stilled he gave her a moment to regain her composure. She wiped the tears from her eyes, while he kissed her again and again, this time moving up until he lay by the side of her.

  “Are you OK?” he asked drawing her close.

  She nodded, and then took a deep breath before saying. “I'm sorry, I understand if you want to leave.”

  He turned her towards him, brushing her hair back from her face. “Sorry about what?”

  “That I’m not more experienced.”

  “Don’t be silly. I was surprised, that's all. I’ve not had the pleasure of being someone's first.”

  “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

  “There is nothing I want more at this moment than to be inside you, but I want you to be sure. I promise I’ll take it slow, but I still need you to be sure it’s what you want.”

  “It is, more than anything.” She wanted to hide under the bed covers at her words and their meaning. Admitting to Charles, a total stranger, that she wanted to do the most intimate things with him seemed a bit surreal. Yet out of all the people she had met, all the people she had spent time with she felt more comfortable with him in the short time she had known him than anyone else ever.

  He hugged her close and then got up off the bed, and undressed, pulling his t-shirt over his head, and then unbuckling his belt before letting his jeans drop to the floor. He had pulled a packet from his pocket and Anita had to swallow hard to keep her nerve when she saw he had condoms in his hand.

  This made it so real; she was going to make love, right now tonight, with a billionaire. A wave of nausea passed over her, but she kept control of her nerves. A difficult task when Charles was removing the last of his clothes and standing in all his magnificent glory in front of her.

  His cock was already erect, his obvious arousal helping to give her confidence. He must surely want her as much as she wanted him, but the size of him, surely he would never fit inside her without hurting her. She had no other man to compare him to, and so hoped everything would be all right.

  He moved towards her and eased himself down next to her. Kissing her and touching her until she relaxed. Anita longed to touch him, to feel his stiff length in her hand, but she could not find the courage, not yet.

  Charles slid a hand down between her legs, and she parted them for him. He pushed gently inside her, finding her still wet, and after massaging her sex in the most wonderful way he soon had her writhing under his expert touch. His mouth covered her breasts and he kissed and sucked her nipples while his hands opened the packet of condoms and rolled one down over his thick length.

  Gently he eased her onto her back before pushing her legs apart so he could slide between them. Using his elbows to take his weight off her he held his cock firmly and brushed the wet opening of her sex with the head of his cock. He teased her, pushing a little inside before drawing back out, slowly he inched forward until at last he pushed deeper inside her.

  She gasped at the feel of him, and although he took it slowly, he stretched her tightness, making her feel uncomfortably full. He moved inside her, drawing back before pushing a little deeper, careful not to take things too quickly. Then he was brushing against her hymen, pushing harder he broke her, and she felt a stinging sensation that left her scared he had hurt her internally somehow.

  She needn't have worried, and as he moved in and out a few more times the feel of him inside her soothed the pain, and at last, she learned what it was to be made love to. The more he moved the better it felt, and soon she felt her orgasm building again.

  He thrust into her, now buried up to the hilt inside her tight sex. Her inner walls yielded for him, and the friction of their bodies moving together in a wonderful rhythm made her feel a close bond with him she had never felt with anyone before. Anita had never experienced love, not real love, and this was the closest she had ever been to feeling such a need for another person.

  Anita lifted her hands and began to touch him, stroking him, feeling his skin and the heat radiating from his body. He looked down at her and smiled, kissing her softly on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him to her, throwing all her passion into this embrace.

  Their kiss deepened, and she felt his climax nearing, his mouth becoming rougher and his thrusts harder. His hand covered her breast and stroked her, rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger.

  This was enough to send her over the edge, her orgasm strong and powerful, her sex contracting hard around him. He let himself go, she could feel him tense and then release, his cock pushing deep inside her.

  His warm seed filled the condom, his cock spurting into her as he buried his face in the pillow beside her head to muffle his cries of ecstasy. She knew he had taken it slow, that he had held himself back. The only thing she was unsure of was whether he would make love to her again, tonight, or ever.

  Chapter Four

  Anita lay in Charles’s arms feeling stunned at what had happened. She had not intended to sleep with him before he arrived, yet now she had given herself to him, and did not know if this was the beginning, or the end, of their relationship.

  She simply could not see what a man like Charles would see in someone like her. It was not just her curvy body; her doubts went deeper than that. He was a billionaire, used to all the best things in life. Where as she was a poor orphan who had spent her life getting by on the barest minimum.

  Charles was lying deep in thought too, and Anita wondered if he was trying to think of a way to get out of there as fast as possible without seeming like a complete cad. Maybe he was worried she would sell her story to the papers or something. Did that really happen? She guessed it probably did.

  The silence had become uncomfortable, they did not know each other well enough to lie there without talking for so long after what had passed between them.

  “It’s OK, if you want to leave?” she said at last, as usual trying to make the situation easier. Avoiding conflict had always been her way of dealing with situations, even if it was to her disadvantage.

  “Why would I leave you now?” he asked. “Is that the kind of man you think I am?”

  “That’s just it, I don’t know what kind of man you are, the same as you don’t know the kind of woman I am.”

  “I have some idea,” he said, smiling and running his finger along the curve of her breast, instantly igniting her need for him. He saw a flicker of pain cross her face and then said, “I’m sorry. That was shallow of me. I realise things have happened in kind of the wrong order, and believe it or not this is a first for me. I have never slept with a woman on the first date before.”

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��It’s worse than that. We haven't even had a date.”

  He laughed. “You're right. So what do you want to do? We can either get dressed and go out, or I can order in, the choice is yours.”

  Anita did not have to think about it for long. There was no way she was in a fit state to go out, and sit in a crowded room of people and eat. At this moment, she did not know if she could eat at all, her stomach was a knot of nerves.

  “Can we eat in?”

  Anita pushed the state of her apartment from her mind. She could not help if it was small and shabby, it was clean and tidy, and he would have to deal with it. It reflected who she was, poor, and there was point in giving him the impression she was anything but.

  “Good idea, I’ll go and order, don’t worry,” he said, looking at the frown on her face. “I’m not running out on you.”

  She smiled at him, but she felt anything but happy. It was not that she regretted sleeping with him; instead, she feared she had given him a completely wrong impression of her.

  He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, leaving the hard toned muscles of his six-pack visible. Her fingers itched to stroke his skin, to feel those muscles flex under her touch.

  She had to pull herself together; it was time to find out exactly what was going on and try to save herself further heartache. Because if he walked out of her life now she would already be quite devastated. He had unlocked something in her she had never felt before. It was a need, not for sex, but for a closeness with another human being, more particularly, Charles.

  She could hear him talking on the phone, so she ducked into the bathroom, and pulled on a robe. Then she ventured out, to find him putting the kettle on.

  “I thought some tea might be a good idea.”

  “I’ll do it,” she said.

  Going to the cupboard, she pulled out two mugs and placed them down before fetching the tea bags. The whole scene felt so odd, so awkward, they needed to clear the air, but she did not know how.