An Excerpt From: Second Time

© Copyright Treve Harte, 2003

“I’m saving myself for our wedding night.” He gave her his most expressionless face.

“Why?”

“Because you’re still sick. Because your family is here. Because this will be—traditional.”

Damn, I don’t know why. Because it seems right. Pretty Cecilia. If we just hold off, maybe I can figure out how to not make you look so afraid. You deserve better.

“You’re just trying to tease me. Aren’t you?” Cecilia hated when she couldn’t figure out if someone was playing with her.

“I don’t object to teasing. Do you?” He slid his hands from her wrists to just under her stomach. His fingers splayed down, almost but not quite touching her mons.

“I can take anything you want to dish out, Vic.” Cecilia hoped she was right. Her legs were ready to buckle, but this time it wasn’t because she was sick. She knew how good Victor’s hands were. “I hope you can, too.”

“We’ll have to see, my bride.” His fingers inched down a millimeter more.

Did he expect her to back down? She didn’t ever back down. She just changed the rules. Right now, she didn’t like Victor’s rules anyhow. Cecilia tilted her pelvis up, he slid his fingers down, until the tips rested lightly on her clit. They stared at each other, challenge issued.

“I thought you weren’t going to touch.” Cecilia reached out, let her fingers rest on the top button of his fly. She didn’t unbutton, she didn’t touch further. Under her fingers, his stomach muscles tightened in anticipation. She didn’t look down, but she bet that wasn’t the only thing tightening.

“I said I was saving myself.” Victor kept his hands where they were. Close, but not quite close enough to where she wanted. “I didn’t say I would save you.”

“Really?”

“Really. Let’s see what we can do for you. You’re looking…hungry.”

“Bastard.” She said it without any particular anger, though, because his grin promised all sorts of illicit delights. “I can control myself.”

“Can you? On our weekend I seem to remember stories when you couldn’t wait. Stories involving a vibrator and a dildo—” He didn’t budge.

“You would remember those stories even though you didn’t remember to call me. What if I told you they were just…stories?” Cecilia decided to turn the tables. She didn’t touch his cock. He said he was saving himself. The same rules didn’t apply to her. She most definitely did not want to be saved. Instead she unbuttoned the top of her shirt, watched his eyes follow her. She unbuttoned another. “Just a little sex talk to get you off?”

“You did. But they sounded real to me.” Victor tilted his head. “If I checked your room, would I find a suitcase full of toys?”

“You’re welcome to come to my bedroom if you want. I don’t have to share with Vicky. But I thought you were above that sort of thing until we got married.” Cecilia unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. “Toys are fine, but I’ve moved forward. Now I do piercings, too.”

She enjoyed hearing his sucked-in breath when he first caught sight of her new ornaments. Lazily she rolled the tiny nipple rings in both breasts, taking care with each circular stroke, letting them both enjoy the sight of her nipples beginning to pucker.

“Now your hands could be on me, if you wanted.” Cecilia fought to sound steady. “But since this staying untouched before marriage is so important to you, I’ll just manage on my own. I wouldn’t want you to compromise yourself.”

“You fight dirty, Cecilia.” He stepped back away from her but she knew she had his attention. She pinched one nipple. His eyes dilated. Now. He’d give in now.

Instead he stepped back further.