“Montserrat... Are you. . . are you sure?” I asked, knowing my voice was throbbing with need.

A need I was striving so hard to keep at bay.

Instead of answering, she climbed unto my body, straddling my waist. I felt her ass slowly begin to grind on my dick through my boxers.

Languidly, as if hesitantly, she shifted her body until her ass on my dick was replaced by her panty-clad pussy. We both gasped when our arousals collided, creating a friction that made me so much harder.

Her inexperience was obvious, and I decided to help her. Grabbing both sides of her waist, I maneuvered her body back, then forth, setting a much sensual rhythm. My dick rubbed firmly against her.

Damn, she was horny. The increasing dampness on my dick told me so. Control was just a thin thread away from ripping.

“For the last time, Montse. Are you sure?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yes.”

I flipped control into the dumps; it couldn't stand in the face of this disarming sensuality. Flipping Montse onto her back, I smashed my lips against hers.

I kissed her hard, not holding back any of my desire for her. I couldn't seem to make the assault on her lips gentle.

Lord knew how long I'd been fantasizing about something like this, believing it could never come true. But it was happening. This was really happening.

I sucked greedily on her lips, loving how soft they felt against mine. Swiping out my tongue, I probed for entrance. She gave it to me with a soft moan.

Our tongues exploded in delicious caresses. With my hands, I pried her thighs apart, leaving her at my disposal.

I humped against her, the feeling so sensational. I wanted to be inside her so badly. She was beautiful. No doubt every part of her was too. And I wanted to see every part of her.

Reaching across the bed,I turned on the lamp. She stiffened. Confused, I forced myself to break our kiss. To look into her eyes.

“What's wrong?”

“The lights.” She whispered. A blush crept onto her cheeks.

“I just want to see you.” I said softly, raspily.

I let my eyes roam over her. She was in a lacy, red nightie that made her so damn hot. But it wasn't enough. I needed to see her. All of her.

Leaning down, I buried my face against her neck, breathing in her lavender essence. She smelled so fucking good.

Getting onto my knees, I slid the strips on her nightwear down her shoulder. I tugged her nightwear slowly down her body, never breaking eye contact. In her blue eyes, I could see as much uncertainty as there was excitement.

As soon as the dress slipped off her breasts, Montse brought her arms up as if to shield her nakedness. I quirked my brows at the diplay of shyness and chuckled. Then I gave her a mock-reprimanding look.

“Don't hide yourself from me princess, I want to see you. ”

Grabbing her arms, I wheedled them away from her chest. She kept her arms still at her sides, but I'd never seen her face so red. She couldn't even seem to look at my face.

Pure innocence.

Finally done peeling the nightie off her body, my jaws dropped. I'd had women, several than I cared to count, but damn none of them had possessed such perfection.

Was she aware of just how gorgeous she was?

Montse attempted to close her legs but my knees wedged between them prevented her from doing that. I looked at her face.

“This is your last chance to back out.”

“I want this.” She said bashfully. She wasn't fooling me, but I knew she was more than just a bit uncertain.

I placed my hand on her cheek. “Is everything okay?”

She looked away, then gulped before speaking. “I... I've never...” I arceged my brows expectantly to encourage her. The rest of her words burst out in a rush. “I've never been with anyone.”

I'm sure the whole world froze. I know I did. I was too damn stunned at Montserrat's revelation.

“Is everything okay?” She reached out to touch me.

For some reason, I flinched when her hand fell on my chest and pulled away. I needed to get away. Climbing off her, I didn't look at her as I stormed out of the room. I rushed downstairs to grab a beer from the fridge.

So many emotions were burning through me. A gulp of the cold beer did nothing to abate them. Shoving my hand into mg hair, I tugged, pulling at the roots of my hair.

Damnit, I'd thought that I could do this. That I could forget my past. Lose myself in Montse so much that I could cut lose from the man I was trying not to be anymore.

Obviously I couldn't. Not with dreams about my parents hunting my nights. Not when I felt this scourging sense of uncertainty around Montse.

Sure; she thought she was in love with me, but she was just in love with the man she thought I was. A prince charming that didn't exist.

I had no fucking right to be the one to take her innocence. Not when I was lying to her. But of course I couldn't tell her the truth either. Not without losing her.

Fuck, when did my life become so complicated?

I took the last gulp of my beer. The image of the look on Montserrat's face when I'd pulled away struck through my mind. How could I have just left her like that? What was she thinking now?

Leaving the kitchen, I sprinted up the stairs and returned to my room. Montse was standing by the closed balcony door, gazing outside.

“Montse...” I said and held my breath as she turned to face me. “I... I'm sorry... I...”

“I thought you wanted this.” Her eyes shine with confusion and hurt.

“I want this, Montse. I want you. . . but...” I ran my hand through my hair, looking for the right words. ”I. . . When you told me you were a virgin, it. . . it just didn't feel right. I didn't feel like the right man to take that way from you.”

Her head was shaking in disapproval before I was even done. She closed the distance between us.

“Why would you think that? Mikhail, I want it to be no one else but you.”

I stared at her astounded, my breath hitching at how earnest she'd sounded. A bitter scoff came from her, breaking me out of my daze.

“You know what? Why didn't you just tell it to my face that you don't want me? You obviously prefer women with experience and I fall way below the belt and it's not like you owe me anything so you're not obligated to make love to me even though I'm offering myself on a silver platter. You probably think I'm a whore and...”

I silenced her rambling by crashing my lips against hers. I kissed her hard, meaning for it to be punishing. By the time I let her go, her beautiful pink lips were swollen, pupils dilated, face flushed.

“Never...” I glared into her eyes. “...ever call yourself a whore. You're the purest thing I know. And who says I don't want you?”

Grabbing her hand,I forced her palm on my slacks, forcing her to squeeze my hardness. She gasped.

“See what you do to me, princess? I want you so much all the time it hurts. Never doubt that again.”

I could feel her vaguely trying to stroke me. I angled her hand so that her palm was encircled around my dick. Not that it fit completely into her hands.

I set a rhythm, showing her how to stroke me. Even after I'd let go of her hand, she continued, looking so damn fascinated. My breathing was turning even more ragged.

“Fuck, just like that.”

Montse flushed but didn't stop. Instead, she looked into my eyes and said. “Make love to me.”

I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't hold back anymore. Not when her eyes was looking into mine with so much desire. Not when her voice was throbbing with a plea to be loved.

I gathered her in my arms, causing her to lose hold of my dick. She melted in my arms when I pressed my lips against hers.

This time, I put every ounce of patience into the kiss. Making it deliberately slow, arousing. Knowing she was still a virgin had changed everything.

If despite everything, she wanted me to be her first, I wast going to make sure this was the most memorable night of her life.

Savouring the taste of her tongue, I let go of her body and pulled the straps of her nightie down her shoulders. The material slid down her body and fell at her feet in a pool of silk. She was now naked but for her panties.

Breaking from our kiss, I stared at her breasts. Generously sized, tantalizing boobs that made my dick throb so much harder.

I gathered the pliants mounds in my hands and massaged them sensuously.  Montse arched her chest, her breathing falling out unevenly. A moan tore from her sweet mouth when I lowered my head and encircled my mouth around one of her nipples.

I swirled my tongue around it, bit down lightly on it, and sucked it deep into my mouth, all the while fondling her other breast.

I transferred my mouth to the other nipple to pay it the same attention. Montse was trembling, and she buried her fingers in my hair. The slight burn in my scalp felt so damn erotic.

I finally swept her off her feet bridal style. I carried her slowly towards the bed, and by the time I finally laid her down, she looked confident some.

Fuck, I'd always known she knew little about sex. To find out she actually had zero experience was still a shock. She had to have rejected so many suitors.

All for me. The thought pleased me.