Crimes and Punishments

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Four

'That's just the point: an honest and sensitive man opens his heart, and the man of business goes on eating - and then he eats you up.'

John swiped his tongue gently across her bottom lip, asking for permission that she gave. She was somewhat still inexperienced in this part of kissing. He broke the kiss for air and started to kiss her neck. She was trying to catch her breath.

'John, I-I...it's been awhile since I've been with someone.' She finally stated and he stopped; not out of panic, but confusion. He pulled away from her neck and his eyebrows furrowed.

'What do you mean?' She sighed and looked down.

'I-I haven't been with anyone since I was in Ireland, a long time ago and I want to take it slow.' She looked up to see a still confused, but amused John. 'What?'

'How?' Her eyes narrowed as she was offended that he found this funny.

'How what?' She was mad and he tried not to laugh.

'How have you not been taken yet? Are men just oblivious to you, except me?' Her anger quickly turned into confusion.

'Except you? You didn't even notice me until I gave you a piece of my mind for disrespecting me best friend.' He shook his head.

'No, I watched you come into the classroom almost after every class to see Delilah. I've always recognised your voice, but I never saw you up close or had the pleasure of knowing your name. I possibly would've gone after you sooner.' He grinned at her widened eyes. 'It wasn't until your best friend decided to doze off in my class and along the conversation, she brought up your name.'

'And how did ya figure it was me and not some stuck up, blonde girl or somethin'?'

'Because of your name...it's of Irish origin and it means little rose. It also comes from when people would have to disguise their patriotic love for the country by using that name when such a thing was outlawed in Ireland.' He laughed. 'I'm not stupid, Petal, but I think I was only interested at the time, because it's rare for me to encounter any Irish people on campus. But then, that day happened and I couldn't get you out of my head. Now, that I'd gotten an up close look at you and your personality, I do want you.'

He brushed an escaped lock of her hair from her braid, behind her ear and she blushed hard. He kissed her again and her lips were too plush and soft. They were like sugar even. They broke apart again to catch their breath.

'I still want to make you feel good.' He grabbed her hand. 'Come with me.' She nodded and followed him upstairs. He guided her to his bedroom across from the fancy bathroom she went to. It was dark, but he went over and turned on a lamp. It was low lit, but illuminated the room just enough for her to see some details.

He had red silk and cotton bed sheets on a king sized bed. The walls were painted black and white, and the rugs had a black and white zigzag pattern.

'I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do, but I still want to make you feel good. So, take off the dress, because it didn't help me all night that it was practically see through with the silk.' He tried not to make his sexual frustration obvious and it was obvious that he wanted to fuck her, but he couldn't. She was feeling hot from the demand and turned around.

'Could you unzip it,' She asked taking off her shoes before she placed them to the side.

'Yes,' he muttered taking off his shoes as well.

'And be careful, it's the most expensive thing I own...besides the jumper you gave me.' He unzipped her dress and pulled away as she turned around and let the dress pool around her feet. She wore matching satin deep blue bra and panties and he was nearly watering at the mouth; but he quickly sobered up as he took off his button down shirt and the t-shirt, exposing the hair on his chest to her.