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Amanda

I’ve never been kissed like this before. In fact, before today, I’d only ever had one, very chaste kiss. That was years ago, when I was still in high school and just wanted to get it over with. It was anticlimactic and part of the reason I haven’t been interested in pursuing relationships with men.

Eric kisses me like he’s starving. His mouth is hot and insistent against mine, and I have no hope of keeping up with him considering my limited experience.

There’s a niggling thought in the back of my mind that says this is going to progress; and, while I’m endlessly excited that a man as attractive as he is wants me, doubts start to creep in.

When he finds out I’m a virgin, will he still want me? The way he’s moving against me, the way his hands rest on my waist and occasionally slide up my sides… it’s obvious he knows what he’s doing. Whatever expectations he has, there’s no way I could ever live up to them.

Then, there’s our obvious gap in social class.

I’m no idiot. I know that rich men like dating rich women.

They all live in their own world, a world I could never truly understand.

Eric essentially owns half the town. He’s untouchable.

This man has enough money to buy anything he’s ever wanted.

My family has been living paycheck to paycheck my entire life, and I’m up to my eyeballs in debt from going to school for my nursing degree.

Eric essentially owns half the town. He’s untouchable. This man has enough money that he could have anything he wanted in a matter of days. Would he really want a poor girl like me? Would he really want me if he knew that I’m well aware of who he is and how much money he has?

Would he see right through this plan to get with him for a financial advantage?

I do my best to keep up with the movement of his lips, gasping as he deepens it. On instinct, I slide my hands up his arms. When they come to rest on his shoulders, I feel him smile against my mouth, and I take pride in knowing I did the right thing.

There’s nothing I want more than to get lost in this kiss.

Despite my inexperience, I can say with certainty that this man is an excellent kisser.

It’s just that every single time I feel myself getting caught up in the moment, my doubts resurface and threaten to drag me into the deep end of my anxiety.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to force myself to be with a man, even a man as good looking and obviously skilled as Eric, just because he has money.

My whole life my mom has told me that this is how you get ahead, that marrying for love is a mistake and it’s money you should be after. Still, I never quite internalized that.

As if sensing my thoughts, Eric pulls away. His pupils are wide, swallowing the brown of his eyes. I feel myself blush, and my heart pounds even harder in my chest. I’ve been found out. He’s going to tell his driver to pull over and leave me on the side of the road.

Just as I’m about to open my mouth to apologize, the corner of his lips tugs upward. He reaches for a loose strand of my blonde hair and twirls it around his finger. It pulls slightly at my scalp, and despite my concern, another thrill runs through me.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asks, his voice low with a lilt of amusement.

Relief floods through me. It only lasts a second, though. Quickly, the feeling is replaced with embarrassment. At least he doesn’t look upset. I think about mentioning my high school kiss, but now I realize that hardly counts. If that was a drizzle, this is a hurricane.

“No,” I admit after a beat, wanting to pull my gaze away from him but finding myself completely unable to. “I… I haven’t.”

He chuckles, leaning back to rake his eyes over my body. I’m fully clothed, but I feel like I might as well be naked. It doesn’t take a mind-reader to know that that’s what he’s imagining.

“You don’t have to be worry, baby,” he practically coos, his big hand releasing the stray strand of hair and sliding into my roots. The pet name does something to me, twists my insides in a way that’s so delightful it’s almost uncomfortable. “I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.”

I’m frozen in place. He’s into me. He wants me. I think I want him too, but there’s still that nagging feeling that I’m only doing this for money. This isn’t how I imagined my first time with a man would go. I thought I’d be in love, not executing some spur of the moment, poorly thought out plan.

Eric doesn’t give me much more time to mull it over. He pushes me down, my back hitting the leather bench. Giving me one last kiss, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my scrubs and panties, pulling both garments down with practiced ease.

With my most private parts fully exposed to him, I become acutely aware of the presence of another person. I glance toward the driver, but he seems to be focused on the road. Nothing about his body language indicates that he has any idea what’s going on less than a three away from him.

Eric laughs again, spreading my legs as much as he can and leaning in to kiss my inner thighs. He says, “You don’t have to worry about him. He’s a professional, and he’s wearing noise cancelling earbuds. You can be as loud as you need to be. Just focus on me.”

This time, he waits for me to nod before getting back to business. His lips are hot and assured on the sensitive skin between my legs. He leaves a trail of wet kisses from mid-thigh to just short of my core. Instinctively, I try to close my legs, but he clicks his tongue with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t try to hide this gorgeous pussy from me, baby girl.”

Again with that pet name, making me go insane and turning me into putty for him. As soon as my body relaxes, he’s back against me. With a quickness that tells me he doesn’t want me to change my mind, his mouth is against my opening.

He puffs hot air against my wet folds. I shudder in anticipation of what’s to come. I’ve read about this act, but I never considered what it might be like to be on the receiving end.

The first swipe of his tongue against my most sensitive parts makes me keen. I slap a hand over my mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. Between my legs, Eric’s movements stop. He lifts his head up, shaking it slightly.

“I told you that you could let all those sounds out. I want to hear you, Amanda,” he says before resuming his attention.

As soon as his head is back in place, his tongue darts out.

The noise that escapes my throat is nearly a scream.

I know that he told me not to hold back, but I’m almost embarrassed by how strongly I’m affected by his ministrations.

He hasn’t even done much, and already I feel like I’m about to fall apart.

Eric takes my sound as confirmation that I’m enjoying the attention. He repeats the motion as he shifts my body, putting my legs over his shoulders as he moves in closer. The space in the SUV is cramped, but it doesn't seem to make a difference to him.

His tongue works through my folds, and he slurps up my juices greedily. All at once, I can’t believe I was on the fence about doing this. So what if I only agreed at first because of his money and my dire financial situation? The way he’s eating me out is enough to make me fall in love with him.

On instinct, I reach down to thread a hand through his blond locks. I feel like I need something to keep me present. His mouth feels so divine against me that I worry my consciousness will float away and be replaced with pure pleasure.

I wonder if that would be such a bad thing.

I thank every higher power that I’m holding onto him, because he shifts his tongue from my folds to just above them. Sharp shocks of pleasure rocket through me, and this time, there’s no hope of holding back the moan. I pray that those noise cancelling earbuds that the driver’s wearing are good.

Eric hums against me before latching onto the little bundle of nerves that’s been driving me crazy. I push my hips up against him, practically begging for more. It’s so good, and I can’t believe that this is what my miserable, boring day has led to.

“Oh my god, Eric,” I whine, my fingers tightening in his hair. It’s the only thing I’m able to do. I’m pinned against the seats, his body holding me down. “I–”

He rubs his thumb against my thigh gently. The suction of his mouth doesn’t let up. In fact, he flicks his tongue over that nub of nerves. I realize that this is his way of encouraging me to go over the edge.

It only takes a few more seconds of his attention for my body to explode. The pressure I didn't even realize was building in my abdomen releases. I shake, and my thighs clench around Eric’s head.

A sensation like I’ve never felt before rages through my body. Tremors erupt from my core to my limbs. I moan so loudly that my voice breaks and no sound comes out.

I’m not sure how long the orgasm lasts. My perception of time is warped. It isn’t until Eric sits up, wiping his mouth and reaching for my discarded panties and scrub pants that I take stock of my surroundings.

We’ve stopped moving, and the two of us are alone in the SUV. As I get dressed, I glance out the window. My jaw drops when I see the house.

I knew Eric was rich, but seeing such a blatant display of that wealth is something else.

This house isn’t even a house. It’s a mansion.

From what I can see, the multi-colored stone structure is at least three stories tall.

The yard is immaculately kept, and the porch overlooking the mountains looks like the perfect place to spend an evening.

I’ve never seen anything like this in my life, and I’m glued to my seat. It isn’t until Eric opens my door, offers me his hand, and gives me a charming smile, saying, “Come on, baby. There’s more inside,” that I get allow myself to be led to the house.