"Ow!" He pulls back, laughing. "What are you, a blood sucking vampire?" He tickles me and I squirm away, but he draws me back and bends down, putting his own mouth on my neck this time.
I moan softly as he sucks and nips at my skin. "Oh, my God, Manny, I love how that feels."
"Good," he murmurs. He comes back up to my face and reclaims my lips. Our tongues are dancing and caressing each other and I can feel how much he wants me as he presses his erection into my stomach. All talk of Michael and what may or may not have happened between us is gone, for now.
I pull back from him slightly and tug on his tee-shirt, pulling it free from his jeans and then he helps me slip it over his head. My breath catches in my throat as I run my hands over his smooth, muscled chest. He's so beautiful, the most beautiful boy I've seen.
"Taryn." He speaks softly, his deep brown eyes gazing into mine. "If you don't want to-"
"I do!" I say, probably a bit too eagerly. I flush and feel the heat in my cheeks. "I mean, I really do want to be with you. I don't want you to think I'm a slut or anything though."
Manny frowns down at me, his hand cupping my cheek. "I'd never think that about you. Don't be silly."
Ugh. If he only knew what I've done with Michael...
I shove the thought from my mind and boldly reach forward to un-do the top button of his jeans.
Manny raises one eyebrow and moves my hands away. Then he pulls my own top over my head and boy, am I glad I wore my best Victoria's Secret bra. It's a demi push up bra, lavender and covered in lace and I look super-hot in it. Or I would if it weren't for my scar. I can feel Manny's eyes on the ugly line of raised tissue that runs down my middle and I reach up to cover it.
"Don't." He orders, looking at me almost sternly. "Don't cover it up. It's a part of you and there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful, Taryn. All of you."
I want to cry, he's so damn sweet! Of course, stupid Michael said kind of the same thing the first time he saw it too, but I don't want to think about that. Besides, Michael most likely didn't mean it. And Manny does.
I quickly slip out of my jeans and Manny's eyes trail down my body, taking in every inch of me.
"Am I okay?" I whisper.
He looks back into my eyes, frowning slightly. "Jesus, girl! Do you even have to ask that?" He sweeps me up in his arms and deposits me on the bed before climbing on top of me, still clad in his jeans.
Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull his face down to mine and kiss him with all the passion I have inside, sliding my tongue along his teeth and curling my legs around his upper thighs. I haven't had much experience, but this is the most sensuous moment of my entire life!
Manny's love making is slow and lazy, like his kisses and I don't mean in a bad way. His hands slide down my sides, to my hips, while at the same time he trails kisses down my chest and across my belly. He glances up at me with those smoky eyes and gives me a little grin before going further south.
I'm breathless in anticipation because I know where that mouth of his is going, but he takes his time, kissing the inside of my thigh and then brushing his nose over my panties, making me whimper.
"How about we take these off?" He doesn't wait for my answer, he just slips them down and tosses them across the room.
And then his mouth is on me and his tongue is inside of me and then his finger and his tongue at the same time and I'm arching up off the bed and crying out his name over and over again.
Manny keeps it up and I'm nearly freaking delirious, holding his head against me as he works his magic with his mouth and fingers. I lose track of how many times he makes me come before I beg for mercy and he moves back up to my face, kissing me. I kiss him back, tasting myself on his lips and tongue and I want him so freaking bad.
I look into his eyes, pleading, nearly crying. "Please, Manny, please..."
He kisses me again and then slides my bra down and expertly unhooks it, throwing it too aside, before nuzzling my bare breasts and sucking hard on my nipples.
Jesus, I'm going to have a coronary if he doesn't finish this soon! I pull his head up so I can look at him, panting.
"Take your jeans off!" I hiss, my nails digging into his bare back.
"Ohhh, demanding, aren't we?" Manny grins and sits back on my thighs, unzipping his jeans and slowly sliding them down to his bent knees. The bulge in the front of his jockey's is very impressive and I reach forward, slipping my hand into his waist band and claiming him in a firm grasp.
Manny moans, closing his eyes while I stroke him slowly. Finally, he clambers off of me so he can get out of his jeans and underwear and then he's back, a rubber in his hands somehow.
"Gotta practice safe sex!" He grins again, ripping the packet open with his teeth. He wastes no time in sliding it over his cock, which is ready and waiting and pointing at my ceiling.
He moves over me and I push myself up to accept him, but he pauses, his eyes tender and concerned. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, breathing hard. "Have you...done this before?"
Crap. He can probably already tell I'm not a virgin. It's not like
