22- Are you virgin?

Their mouths merged in a hot, wet dance that seemed to have no end. Ivan had never felt his soul scream and jump with joy and excitement from kissing a woman.

It had always been his body that responded to her touch, but now he felt very far away, as if he were floating in the room feeling complete. The mere thought of that kiss ever ending scared him.

How could he ever be the same after kissing those lips that seemed to have been born to lock with his?

The two bodies that looked like one began to walk together with erratic steps towards the bed, until Helena felt the edge of the mattress behind her knees, losing her balance and falling back onto the soft bed with Ivan on top of her, who rested his forearms on her shoulders. sides of his body so as not to crush her with his weight.

They did not stop kissing at any time, Helena was intoxicated by the taste of that man, her trembling and inexperienced hands slid up and down her lover's big, wide back, not knowing what else to do, she had never gone this far. with a man.

Just that one time with that idiot who had taken advantage of her, but he wasn't in her right mind to even move her body with her will.

She was now aware of what was happening, although she felt just as high as she had that day and with fear rising inside her.

How far would they go? She had no idea, she just let herself be carried away by the touches and her boss guided them both.

Ivan released the kiss in a wet noise, for a moment Helena feared that she had regretted this. But when she saw that he moved away from her only to take off his tie slowly and sensually while still looking into her eyes and then unbutton her shirt slowly as if he were torturing her, she knew that this had just happened. began.

The young woman felt that she was losing her breath when she saw the firm, hairless and shiny torso of her boss. Her hands remained shy and still between them, she stretched out her fingers as if she wanted to reach that bare skin, but she didn't dare to touch him, it was Ivan who gently took her wrists and brought her hands closer to his chest, still making eye contact. .

Helena sighed heavily, feeling the warm and soft skin of her boss under her fingertips as he slowly slid them down, she felt his heart beating hard just like hers, she felt her belly move up and down. down from erratic breathing and then he felt the cold, hard belt buckle under his touch, causing his fingers to curl and move away.

Helena's honey-colored eyes shyly lowered themselves to her pants, noticing that her boss was already hard under the fabric. His eyes opened wide, his pupils trembled with bewilderment, it seemed so big in there that he was afraid, his wounded deer gaze went up to his boss's face full of desire and he wondered if he could really satisfy it, if it was going to be enough for him.

Ivan let go of her bodyguard's hands and grabbed the edge of her shirt to slowly slide it up. Helena raised her arms and let him take off her garment while she closed her eyes in shame at being alone in her sports bra in front of her boss.

"You are beautiful," the young man whispered, contemplating her body, making her tremble.

Helena opened her eyes and found predatory black eyes roaming over her torso, her breasts trapped in the tight fabric, and her narrow, marked waist. Instinctively her hands covered her bare skin, but it didn't last long, because Ivan grabbed her wrists again and raised them above her head, leaving her with no escape.
"You're shy," he purred, leaning into her ear and gently biting her ear, making her moan in surprise at the electric shock that this caused. "You shouldn't cover yourself, you're perfect." He praised her.

Helena moaned again in shock at her words, but she gasped when her boss's lips went down to her neck, savoring her sweaty skin that didn't seem to bother her because she devoured it as if it were the tastiest delicacy of hers.

Helena squirmed beneath him, moving her legs up and down, she couldn't understand what her body was feeling, her crotch began to throb for attention, and as if her lover had received the begging signal, she brought her free hand to his chest. his belly and began to slide it to the elastic of his sports pants and put his hand over his underwear.

"You're already wet," she purred, making the young woman die of embarrassment, hiding her reddened face in the neck of her boss.

Ivan pressed two fingers at her entrance that was only protected by the fabric, moving his fingers as if he wanted to insert them, penetrate her and tear the fabric in the process. Helena instinctively opened her legs wider, welcoming him. Ivan smiled satisfied, but the young woman did not see it, because she was still hiding from him.

No longer able to resist his desire to feel the heat and humidity of the young woman, the young man's curious and expert fingers pushed aside the underwear, meeting directly with the moist and dilated entrance of Helena, who, upon feeling the warm fingers, and harsh sounds of his boss touching his most intimate and private part, the one he had guarded with suspicion for so many years, he felt his body tense and closed his legs like an unbreakable wall.

"Wait!" She screamed, coming to, her heart pounding in her throat.

"What's going on?" The black man exclaimed worriedly, quickly removing his hand from Helena's pants as if it were burning.

Her dark eyes seemed to come to, as if he had come out of the trance that had him crazy about her.

-Did I hurt you? "Was I too fast?" He asked with anguish, searching the afflicted face of her lover for some explanation.

He had never cared so much about someone, but for some reason he felt that with Helena it was different, and he could see it in her honey-colored eyes trembling as if she were a defenseless animal, she was special.

"I'm sorry..." he exclaimed, looking away embarrassed, feeling terrible.

"D-don't apologize," she said with a trembling voice. "I-it's just that..." Helena began to play with her hands nervously and look anywhere but at her boss.

"What is it?" Ivan asked, sitting next to her, removing the sweaty hair from her forehead.

He waited patiently for her to speak, as he had never done before, even though his body screamed that he needed attention she ignored it. He was dying to be inside her, but only if she wanted him too.

He would never forgive her if it weren't like that.

-I-it's just that... actually I...-

Helena bit her lower lip hard, she felt her throat close and she was about to cry, which Ivan noticed and was alarmed.

"Hey hey, are you okay?" He asked, raising her hands. He wanted to touch her, protect her, guard her, but he wasn't sure if she would react well to his touch. "Is it because of the idiot at the bar?" He asked with a sweet, understanding voice that was far from the tone he usually used. usually.

“If it's because of that unfortunate man, I'm going to kill him,” he wrote in her mind.

Helena felt that Ivan's concerned and protective tone embraced her soul, she felt safe, as if she could trust him.

-N-no... it's not that...

"So did I do something wrong?" She asked, feeling that her voice was breaking, he would beat himself until he bled if he was the culprit of those tears.

-No! "You were doing well," he exclaimed with flushed cheeks. "It's just that I... am a virgin."