Free Room 212 by Kate Stewart Page A

spread through me like fire.
    “Now.” It was the only thing I could say. I was begging. He quickly obliged. He scooped me off of the counter and carried me to his bedroom. I was absolutely breathless and ripped off the shirt and shorts he had given me and lay back in his bed expectantly.
    “Laura, God, you are killing me.” He eyed me completely bare and ready for him on his bed as he grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and slid it off.
    I was losing my mind over this man. I was nowhere near ready for what came next. He stripped completely in front of me and I gasped in shock. His body was completely cut to perfection down to his calves. Every inch of him was beautiful. My full attention swayed to the huge distraction between his legs. Whoa, this is new.
    I apparently hadn’t realized what I was holding in my hand last week. He walked quickly to the bed, pulling my ankles down to the edge, spreading my legs. I instantly felt a rush of embarrassment. He kissed his way from my calf to the back of my knee and dipped his head between my thighs, plunging his tongue into me once, twice, and then buried his face.
    “Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah”
    I felt his laughter between my legs.
    “Laura, look at me.” I was so embarrassed. I never let guys go down on me. I wasn’t comfortable with it. It was just too hard for me to handle.
    “Look at me, Laura.” I couldn’t. If I did, I would be screwed. I couldn’t look at him. I felt his finger enter me and cried out. I felt the intensity of what he was doing, but refused to give in.
    He quickly came up to my mouth and devoured it. Once he had given me that eye moistening kiss, he lifted his head. “Laura, I just want to do the same thing down there. You taste so good, baby. Let me kiss you there.”
    “I don’t like that,” I explained.
    “You have no idea what you like,” he said, sure of himself. “Look at me. When I kiss you there, let yourself go. Don’t worry about what I think or how I’m feeling. Worry about you.” He kissed me breathless again and I relaxed slightly. I felt his fingers first. He made sure I felt the friction of his fingers going in and out. I was feeling the tension inside me grow again. I knew what this was. Other girlfriends had explained it to me. I just had never gotten there before. He stirred me up and had me rubbing against his fingers when he finally put his mouth back on me. I started bucking into his mouth. I was completely gone. He lifted my entire lower body with his hands and plunged his tongue into me over and over, dragging it up and licking me, sucking me, until finally, I felt a shudder run through me that completely took me over.
    I cried out, loudly. Oh, God, what have I been missing?
    Seth guided me through my very first orgasm with such ease that I melted into the bed. I quickly came to my senses, worried about his reaction.
    “Fuck, baby, you are so wet,” he whispered, his head still between my thighs, his fingers rubbing me again, in and out, scraping against the sides of me. He seemed pleased with his progress as he studied his fingers. At this point, I was not above begging.
    “Seth, please, please, PLEASE.”
    “Not yet. I’m going to give you what you’ve been missing.” He stuck his head between my thighs again and the wave came instantly. It was almost as intense as the first. I heard him rip a condom wrapper and knew my wait was almost over. He lowered himself between my thighs and whispered softly, “You’re not ready for me. We’re going to have to take this really slow.”
    “Seth.” I took his mouth and arched my back in another attempt to beg. He slid a small amount of himself inside of me and I gasped. It HURT.
    “Oh, ow. Oh. Oh.”
    “Baby, I don’t think we are going to—”
    I shoved most of the length of him inside of me as I felt a blinding pain in my stomach and behind my eyes. I wanted this man. I wanted him so desperately. I felt him gasp and call out my name.
    “Laura, are you