Cathy Yardley - Ravish: The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty

Ravish

The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty

Cathy Yardley

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This is fantastic, Rory Jacquard heard Oliver say from the

Dr. Jacob White pulled up to the large house in

One week later, Jacob was at the end of his

Jesus, Aaron, Jacob grumbled. Your apartment looks like a shrinks

Rory waited in her room, impatient. Jacob would return. He

When Jacob fell asleep that night, he arrived in Rorys

Mahjani Rafallo sat in her apartment in Brooklyn, sipping a

No, Jacob. Ive let this go too far as it

Thank you so much for meeting me, Mahjani, Jacob said.

Mahjani sat in the office attached to her classroom at

Rory waited by the ruins of the hotel. The sky

Rory stood, naked and alone, in front of Serafina. Mahjani

Serafina held her hands out, as if she were beckoning

Jacob rung the bell at the Jacquard house repeatedly, then

My name is Rory Jacquard. Im here to see Jacob

This is fantastic, Rory Jacquard heard Oliver say from the balcony. How did you find out about this place?

My father had pictures of it. I think he used to vacation here as a boy, she said, joining him. The sun was going down, bleeding crimson and orange into the impossible blue of the Caribbean. Beautiful, isnt it? she murmured, her heart pounding in her chest.

Unbelievable, he said, then turned to her, smiling gently even as his eyes lit with hunger. Im glad youre sharing it with me.

She suddenly ignored the sunset, focusing on his intense stare and the gentle brush of his fingertips against her waist.

Thats not all Im sharing with you.

Did you want to go down to dinner? He nuzzled her neck, and she felt the tingle all the way down to the pit of her stomach.

Im not that hungry, she answered, her voice catching a little as he nipped at her jaw.

Neither am I, he whispered against her ear. Not for food, anyway.

Her breathing doubled in speed. It was going to be soon now. Any minute.

He turned her, stroking the sides of her sundress, breezing gently over the sides of her breasts while pulling her closer to him. She kissed him, bumping him a little too hardclumsy in her eagerness. He laughed, even as she felt her cheeks burn.

Sorry, she muttered.

Dont be. Im not. He kissed her back, more gently, a promise of things to come. Encouraged, she slowed down, reveling in the sensation of his lips and tongue. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs caressing the nipples beneath the thin material of her dress in slow, lazy circles, and she arched her back, pressing herself against his palms. You are amazing, he said, against her mouth.

She smiled against his lips. He made her feel amazing. That was why shed chosen him.

He held her against his rock-hard expanse of chest, and she nipped a quick kiss at his neck, then laughed. Youre salty.

Its from Jet Skiing this morning, he said apologetically. Why dont I take a quick shower, before we

He let the sentence trail off suggestively. If possible, her heart rate tripled. She nodded, unable to speak.

Ill meet you there, he said, his eyes glowing as he nodded toward the bed. His smile was lazy, inviting, and she bit her lip against the wave of desire that pulsed over her like a tsunami. She watched as he retreated into the bedroom. Once he shut the door, she let out an explosive exhalation, then did a quick twirl, her skirt billowing out like a cloud around her body. She was so hot, she was surprised she didnt burn her clothes off her body, and it had nothing to do with the sticky, sweltering heat of the island.

She was going to have sex, for the first time in her life. Her body was so ripe for it, she felt ready to explode.

She hastily headed over to her suitcase, pulling out the dusty rose silk lingerie shed purchased for just this occasion. Shed told her friends the trip was a graduation gift and birthday gift combined, treating herself to a trip to the Caribbean with her four-month boyfriend, Oliver. But she knew the real reason she was there, and she hadnt revealed it because she felt sure shed be labeled a freak.

She probably wasnt the only twenty-one-year-old virgin on the face of the earth, but talking with her friends from college, listening to them gush about their boyfriends skills in bed, or even complain about their lack of skills, made Rory feel like she was the only sexually inexperienced woman on the planet.

She tugged off the sundress and her underwear, then slipped on the teddy, loving the feel of the silk slipping against her bare skin. Shed showered as soon as they got back from the beach, anticipating this moment as she put on perfume strategically between her breasts, behind her earlobes. After a quick check in her makeup mirror, she climbed onto the bed, roughly combing her fingers through her hair. She hoped that it made her look sexy and rumpled.

She wanted tonight to be perfect.

She didnt think sex would hurt. After all, just because shed never had sex didnt mean she was completely ignorant. Besides her friends play-by-play conversations, she knew what an orgasm wasshed felt it in the privacy of her own bed, late at night, by her own hand. Nevertheless, all the conversations and practice and substitutes in the world werent going to be the same as actually being skin on skin with a living, breathing man.

The shower shut off, and after a few moments, Oliver emerged. He didnt even bother with a robe. He strutted out naked, his body solid, almost as beefy as a football player. His hair was toweled dry, looking slick and dark auburn, matching his pubic hair. Rory couldnt help it: she stared at his body as if trying to memorize it. He was already hard, and his penis bounced jauntily, the action matching his confident grin as he walked toward the bed.

She didnt mean to. She giggled. Shed never seen a penis in the flesh before, as it were, and she had no idea it would look so cheerful.

He frowned, pausing as he pulled back the sheet. Something funny?

She shook her head, hoping she hadnt offended him. This is a first for a lot of things, she said, by way of explanation. Oliver was the only person shed ever admitted her virginity to. He nodded, looking older than his own twenty-two years. Can I

She paused, her voice catching in her throat.

Go on, can you what? he asked, sliding into bed beside her.

Can I touch it?

Now he laughed, and she brightened. Of course, he said, lying back, his penis standing at attention. Go ahead.

She put her hand out tentatively, her fingertips brushing against the bulbous tip of his cock. She pulled her hand away as if burned.

He laughed again. It doesnt have teeth, Rory, he said. Go on. Really check it out.

She laughed with him, nervously. For some reason, she had felt somethinglike a shock of electricity, something that made her whole system go intensely hot, then a slow, steady cold. Her fingertips still felt numb from the contact.

Stop stressing , she chastised herself. Years of family pressure and warnings might be haunting her, but they would not ruin this for her. She had let them dictate far too many of her life decisions: attending an all-girls school all the way through college, never bringing a boyfriend home, always afraid of the consequences if she disobeyed her far-too-strict parents. Shed been a coward. Shed waited far too long.

She was tired of being the good daughter. She wanted this, now.

She circled his shaft with her palm, surprised at how velvety soft the skin was and how solid and hard it had become, feeling like heated stone in her hand. She slid her hand awkwardly along his shaft, wondering at her own clumsiness. Im sorry, she whispered. I dont know what Im doing.