I Need Your Warmth (Original, English Version)

Chapter 6 - Clara Regan

When I woke up the next morning, the sun is already up and the room is bright. The masculine scent around me is soothing. I stiffened when I realized I'm lying on Allen's chest. I used his body as a pillow. His left arm is under me, across my waist. The other is holding my hand on his side. I tried to relax so as not to awaken him. I listened to his breathing. I smiled, thinking it could lull me back to sleep. I stayed that way, enjoying the feel of his body, for some time before he woke up.

When he shifted, I thought he might have woken up. I turned to look at his face, but I think it was my weight on his chest that woke him up, as he opened his eyes in that moment, with his hand going for my arm on his chest.

"I'm sorry." I apologized immediately. He only grunted as he released my arm and caressed the point I leaned on. I went to caress it, too.

"Stop that." His voice was stern when he said it. I looked back at him. It looked like he's in pain as he closed his eyes.

"Did it hurt badly?" I asked, I know I could be heavy.

He didn't answer. I could feel his heavy breathing as I'm pressed against his chest.

When he opened his eyes, his gentle gaze has returned as well.

He turned on his side and my head slid down on his arm.

"What happened last night?" He asked softly and I was reminded of what almost happened. I could feel my face heating up in embarrassment. I could only bite my lip as I think of a way to answer.

"I wasn't ready." I managed to say. That's acceptable, right?

"Did I scare you?" He asked with a frown. I chuckled, despite myself. How could he ask that?

"No." I shook my head.

"Did I move too fast?" He continued. I frowned. He's asking too much; does he think it's something he did?

"No. It's not like that." I tried to say it's not him.

"Then, what is it?" He wasn't letting it go, is he?

I bit my lip again. Here comes the truth. I sighed as I tell him in a low voice, "I've never had sex. I believe in sex after marriage."

There was silence. When I felt his hand on my face, I looked up at him. He ran a finger on my lip as he leaned forward to capture it. It felt like a repeat of last night.

"I won't cross the line." He stated against my lips, and in my haze, it took a while before it penetrated my mind. My breathing turned ragged as he continued to devour my lips and mouth. I squirmed under him when his hand ran the length of my body down my thigh. He left my mouth as he trailed kisses on my jaws, down my neck and shoulders. I grasped his shoulders when he continued further down. The slip I was wearing is thin and a bit loose. He easily tugged it lower to expose my breasts and my breathing hitched.

"Let me pleasure you." He whispered against my skin before he licked and sucked my hard nipples. His hand squeezing and massaging the other as his tongue pleasured one. I'm not sure how to react. I felt restless. I would move my body closer to his, sometimes withdrawing away from him as the pleasure mounted. His hand feels hot against my skin.

"Allen..." I can't help moaning his name when he tickled my side as he continued to suck on my breasts. I could feel wetness as he cupped my private area through the thin material of the night slip. I moaned aloud as I arched my back. I reached into his shoulders to pull him down for a kiss. That didn't happen as he tugged me towards him instead. I'm almost sitting, so I propped a hand against the bed to support myself even though he has a hand on my back.

"Can I touch you?" He asked against my lips as we paused together. His hand travelled the length of my legs away from my womanhood. Can he? My chest heaved up and down from the pleasure he's already given me. He's almost kneeling over me, pinning my legs under his.

He resumed our kiss as he massaged my legs.

"If you let me touch you." I answered between a kiss and I could almost feel his smile under my lips. He took my free hand and guided it to his erection. I could feel the large bulge under his clothes. It feels warm to the touch. I slipped my hand under his shorts to touch him directly. I could feel it pulsing against my hand. We both groaned. He withdrew to pull his shorts off, followed by his shirt. He towered naked over me and I get to appreciate his masculine beauty, firm muscles in that hard body. My gaze gets pulled towards his erection. I gulped, not knowing what to do. I decided to be honest.

I looked at Allen in the eyes and admitted, "I... I don't know what to do..."

His expression is one of desire as he leaned closer again. He took my hand and guided my actions. I wrapped my hand around him; he had me move my hand up and down his length and asked me to tighten my hold on him. I was afraid to hurt him but he assured me he only feels pleasure from it. Soon, he's breathing heavily against my neck. I was startled when I felt his hands back on my body, caressing, touching. In a way, I'm grateful for the slip that covers my waist and hips. I've never been fully naked in front of someone before.

"Don't stop." He husked against my ear as I felt him touch my core. It was hard to focus when new sensations assault me. He leaned me backwards to have a better access. He rubbed against my slit and I gasped when he inserted his fingers inside me. Is this still not considered having sex? I moaned and called his name over and over as I pleasure him while he pleasures me.