THOSE EYES

CHAPTER 13 - Intimately

"I don't know," I replied to his question.

Tom lifted his hands from my hips and spoke: "If you don't want to, I won't press it. We can keep them on."

How can a man be this understanding? Even though I'm about 27- years old, I'm still a virgin. I never took that as a bad thing, but every man I have been in a relationship with took it differently. Some took it as claiming another prize to put on the pedestal. Others took that as something gross and as a turn-off. And till now I haven't found a man that made me feel this beautiful and wanted. He takes account of all of my feelings and what I'm comfortable doing. Now that I showed him a moment of unsureness, he backed out without a second thought.

He caressed my cheek and spoke with a gentle voice: "Hey, there. Don't stress your pretty head about it."

I looked into his eyes, not to see disappointment but understanding. Tom lowered himself and placed a small gentle kiss on my forehead.

A rush of desire for him struck through me, and I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He complied and kissed me back. When I wanted to deepen our kiss, he parted our lips.

"Tell me what's on your mind, kitty cat," he said before giving me a warm smile. My hands started to slip from around his neck, but he stopped them.

"Look at me," he said while his eyes were still searching for mine.

I looked into his eyes for a split second, then away. "I'm a virgin ..." I blurred out.

"I don't know what you wanted to say by that, but that doesn't change what I think of you," he said with a gentle voice while cupping my cheek with one hand and looking into my eyes.

I looked puzzling at him and asked: "It doesn't bother you or something?"

"I already told you, kitty cat, that I find you very beautiful and attractive. And you being a virgin or not doesn't change it one bit," he said and shrugged his shoulders.

"Not one bit?" I asked.

Tom put his forehead on mine and spoke with a gentle voice: "Not one bit, kitty cat."

"Then we can try doing it," I said with a faint voice.

He looked into my eyes and asked with a smirk on his face: "What should we try doing?"

My cheeks turned red, and I put my hands on his face.

"Hey, now. Earlier it bothered you that I ripped your bra off without your permission, and now you won't tell me what you want," Tom said and removed my hands from his face.

"... Touch me," I said with a faint voice.

He put his hands on my side and asked: "Do you want something more?"

After a moment of silence, I spoke in a faint voice: "Kiss me ..."

He leaned down and connected our lips, then he placed small kisses from my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach. He stopped at my belt and asked: "Do you want something more?" He kept kissing my body and gently tracing his fingers over it.

"Can you ... please ... t-ake my j-jeans off?" I asked with a trembling voice.

He stopped kissing my body and looked into my eyes. "Yes, I can," he responded.

Tom gently unbuckled my belt, and while sliding it out of the belt loops, he put small kisses on my belly. After he took it off, he threw it on the floor. His hands slid from my waist down my side over the waist belt, stopping on my hips. Then they gently moved to my button. He placed a couple of kisses on my belly before asking: "Can I undo them?"

"Yes ..." I said before covering my face.

He chuckled and whispered into my ear: "Kitty cat, I wasn't joking when I said that I would tie you up."

I quickly moved my hands from my face and said: "I'm sorry."

An evil smirk appeared on his face, and he spoke with a sly voice: "If you are sorry, then say: Yes, you can undo my jeans, Tom."

I gulped down my shyness and spoke with a faint voice: "Y-es, yo-u c-can undo my jeans ... Tom."His smirk grew when I heard the button pop open. Then the sound of the unzipping filled the room.

"Do you like these jeans?" he asked while his hands explored my hips.

I looked up at him and asked: "Why are you asking something like that now?"

"Kitty cat, only answer me. Yes or no?" he said and gripped my hips.

"No, I don't," I replied in total confusion on why he was asking me something so trivial.

Tom smirked down at me and replied: "Then, this won't bother you." Before I could register his spoken words, he ripped them open.

"Wh-" I tried to say, but my words were cut short by our lips colliding together. His tongue started exploring the insides of my mouth. I clearly heard the sounds of my jeans being ripped apart by his strong arms, but I didn't care. As long as he was there, he could tear me apart as well.

He parted our lips and moved back. "Wow! Look at you, kitty cat!" he shouted.

"What?" I shyly asked while trying to cross my legs and cover my breasts.

"Hey, hey, don't cover up. Let me see this gorgeous body of yours" he said. Tom gripped my left arm and placed small kisses from my palm to my neck. Then he left a kiss on my lips and continued placing kisses down my neck to my breasts. He stopped there and started pinching and sucking on my nipples. I gripped the sheets underneath me, holding back my moans of pleasure.

I heard him chuckle in satisfaction. After that, he kissed down my belly till the hem of my underwear. He lightly traced his fingers over the hem and asked: "Kitty cat, can I take them off?"

I only hummed in approval of his question and gripped the sheets ever harder. Tom lifted my legs and started kissing my inner thighs.

"What are you doing?" I asked in surprise.

He licked my inner thigh and replied: "I'm waiting for your answer." Then he moved to my other leg and started kissing it.

"Just do it," I said.

"What should I do?" he asked after moving closer to my underwear.

I squirmed in pleasure and replied: "You can take my panties off ... Ouch!" I felt a sharp pain on my inner thigh where his face was.

"What are you doing?!" I shouted at him and raised myself to see what he had done. There was a visible bite mark as big as my hand, with teeth marks bloody visible.

"Why did you bite me?" I asked him. He chuckled and pushed me down on the bed. I could see the mischievous in his eyes when he licked his lips while climbing on top of me. He snuggled his face into my neck, and another sharp pain like daggers pierced into my nape came from there.

"Ouch! What are you doing!?" I shouted at him and placed my hand on his mouth.

He looked into my eyes, removed my hand and spoke with a husky voice: "I'm giving you love marks. Isn't it obvious?"

"No, it's not!" I shouted back.

A smirk appeared on his face, and in his eyes, I could see the light that told me that this is not the end. He slowly moved back to my nape and bit again. This time I didn't feel pain but immense pleasure. My legs started to tremble, and I started feeling weird in my lower stomach. Then all of a sudden, Tom let go of my nape and growled before licking it.

I was still gasping from some air when he put his hands on the hem of my panties. While my head was spinning like a roller coaster trying to figure out what he did to me, he asked: "Can I touch you more intimately now?"