Livia Clare runs into the most popular up and coming actor - Hero Fiennes Tiffin. What happens when the girl who comes from a home she feels trapped in, has yet to discover who she is, and has a penny to her name catches the attention of the young...
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Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. Even though Hero has seen me naked before, here and now, standing before him, it felt like it was the first time. It felt like he opened up my skin. My fluttering heart was pulsing wild on display. My skin was caked in moonlight slithering through the blinds. Rivulets of pearl white cover me from head to toe. A splash of pink blurred my fair cheeks. Something sharp screwed in my belly like curling wire.
I stood there. Toes spread on the cold tile. Arms at my side. Chest heaving. And when his eyes met mine as he drifted like a floating candle toward me. Warm. Golden as the sun. His eyes watched me more intimately than any kiss or physical touch.
Gracefully he scooped me up and set me on the glacial countertop. Without a word he peels off his briefs. I can't breathe. Tingles embedded into my skin like ink. Heat bakes into my pores like sunlight. He took his time exploring my body just like the first time.
His hands fell into my hair. His lips trace over the column of my throat, the curve of my jaw, the edge of my ear. A combination of licks and nibbles. Teeth scraping and clutching every so often. Pure bliss seeps into my bloodstream. I could feel all of him. His bare hardness pressing between my thighs. With our movements he stroked over my entrance. It was sweet agony. I wanted him there entirely. I wanted to feel him. All of him.
My heart sank to my gut when he jerks out the drawer and splits the square packet apart. When the seal breaks, a piece of my heart went with it. I wanted to beg him not to use a condom. I selfishly wanted to feel him no matter the risks.
"Are you sure?" He asks breathing heavily. His pupils pump black, blown and pulsing like the beat of my hammering heart. His eyes, a lush green with streams of blue poking out like a vein of water. He clenches his lip between his teeth patiently, but I know inside he's a raging inferno.
I nod, "I want you. All of you."
In my entire 21 years of life I had never seen a condom up close. I had no idea how slick and thin the rubber was constricting around his extended skin. It was foreign to watch him effortlessly roll it on. Part of me wanted to try. . . But I sat there. Fully exposed. Vulnerable. My heart directly in his palm. There's no going back now. My thighs spread. My entrance throbs with a craving I've never wanted before. Until him.
"I just want to kiss you for a little longer baby." He drags a finger slowly down the edge of my face before cupping my chin in his hands.
