The more he touched her, the more ready she felt. Amazing what that hand of his could do. She was getting wetter by the second, drenching his fingertips. He slid one finger further inside her and nature’s lubrication eased the way. A second finger followed, stretching her, opening her. He slid his thumb over her clitoris again while his fingers penetrated her and it was a good thing she was laying down because her entire body was a boneless pool of need. She needed him naked and close. She needed him to touch her. Most of all, she needed him to keep on doing that.
He took his hand away but before she could complain about it he covered her body fully with his again, sliding his legs between hers. His hard, hot member pressed against her slick, swollen flesh, replacing his hand. And that felt even better. Yes, that was exactly where she wanted him, with no clothing to prevent the tip of his penis from sliding between her wet folds. Much, much better with nothing in the way. “Ah. Birth control. Anna, are you on the pill?”
Good question. She exerted herself to come up with a coherent answer. “No. I stopped at my doctor’s office for a contraceptive shot this morning. The timing was right. It’s good for three months.”
He grinned down at her. “So you met me and suddenly decided you needed three months of continuous, fool-proof birth control? That’s a good sign.”
“I was motivated. Jay, wait, I don’t think this is a good idea,” she gasped weakly.
He sighed. “Will you forget about the history and the rest? I don’t think a woman who works the kind of hours you do has time to go out and practice unsafe sex,” he told her impatiently.
“But, Jay—”
He placed his hand over her mouth.
“Hush.” Then he replaced his hand with his lips and slid his tongue between hers as he thrust his penis slowly into her body.
Anna jerked against him in shock at the unfamiliar sensation. He was so hot there and she was so wet and he was easing himself in gently but relentlessly while she softened and stretched to make way for him. The contact was incredible but it was the unknown sensation of fullness that undid her. She’d felt so sharply empty without his fingers inside her and now she was being filled to capacity and beyond. And inexplicably she wanted more. She needed him to fill her and fill her with himself and she needed it right now.
“Relax, honey, relax,” he soothed, as she moved her hips restlessly to open herself more deeply to him. He kissed her cheek. “You’re just tight. It’s been a long time for you, too, hasn’t it? It’s all right, honey, we’ll take it slow.”
Suiting action to words, he held still until she relaxed slightly, then surged forward, going deeper.
“Jay—”
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re tight,” he groaned. He buried his face in her hair and held her close. Then he withdrew before abruptly thrusting all the way in, breaking through an unmistakable barrier in the process.
She cried out.
He froze.
“Anna?”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. There were no words in this place, only kaleidoscopic displays of light and color and the amazing fullness between her legs and deep inside where she ached and throbbed. Jay was there with her, inside her, part of her and she wasn’t empty anymore.
Jay wrapped his arms even tighter around her. He held her as closely as he could, rocking her in his arms. “Anna. Anna, honey, use your legs and hang on to me.”
She did, burying her face in his neck and wrapping her long legs around his waist. That drove him even deeper and she reveled in the sensation.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. He brushed a soft kiss onto her shoulder. “Just hang on tight.”
He withdrew and returned again and again, rocking into her a little more deeply each time.
The initial shock faded and to Anna’s disbelief, the laws of physics were overridden, because somehow her body made room for him and even welcomed him.
He was all the way inside her and it felt even better than French kissing. It felt better than anything. Anna could see the benefit of his experience. If he didn’t care if she used his body, why should she? She followed his instructions and clung to him as he took more and more of her.
“That’s it, honey, open wider,” he whispered when he felt her move against him.
She complied and opened her thighs more fully. He surged deeper. She sobbed softly at the sensation and he seemed to sense what she wanted. He ground his hips against hers in a circle as he stayed deeply buried.
His mouth started moving over her breasts again. He suckled gently while grinding his hips against hers and he got his wish.
She screamed. Waves of pleasure shattered her. She pulsed with it and that wrapped her flesh even more tightly around his penis, deep inside her, adding to the sensation and building more pulsing ripples. It seemed endless.
Jay laughed softly in triumph. His chest dragged against her sensitized nipples as he thrust into her in short strokes, then long, deep strokes and then withdrew to plunge fully inside her again. She was wild beneath him, fighting his weight and bucking against his hips to take more of the pleasure he offered.
He took her mouth again. His tongue curled around hers as he possessed her fully and her scream was lost in his kiss as waves of pleasure threatened to rip her apart. Through it he kept pace, pushing her higher, taking her farther and spinning out each climax before pushing her into the next one. Finally, he joined her, pouring his liquid orgasm into her with a deep pulsing that pushed her over the peak of ecstasy and made her scream again.
She didn’t know she bit him.
Chapter Six
While Anna lay stunned, Jay reached up to free her and then scooped her up to cradle her on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. He rocked her gently in his arms and stroked the long hair that had spilled loose from her braid.
She clung to him and let him hold her, too deeply shaken to do anything else. She felt ridiculously close to tears.
She hadn’t been prepared for the feelings. Not at all. She was shaken by the intensity of her desire, the sharpness of her need and the unspeakable pleasure he’d given her. She didn’t have to be a woman of experience to know that Jay was not only a genius in bed, he was also considerate and generous.
He’d made sure she was physically ready for him and then he’d made sure she orgasmed, not just one time but repeatedly, before he did. That was a really good thing, considering the insane level of need she’d reached by the time he got all the way inside her. One orgasm probably wouldn’t have been enough to relieve her. In fact, the first one had just sort of paved the way for the rest and it was the final one that he’d shared with her that had left her feeling satisfied and spent and pleasured within an inch of her life. The ability to think was coming back, but slowly. Talking would be a real strain. She’d probably just make incoherent moaning noises in an effort to express her gratitude for the multiple orgasms and the size of his penis, which had turned out to be just perfect for her.
She sincerely, fervently and deeply hoped he didn’t want to talk just then.
“Honey,” he whispered against her cheek. “Oh, honey. You should have told me. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Anna could hear the sincere regret in his voice and thought she should probably say something reassuring but she’d only been practicing improved communication for two days and this situation was beyond her. If she managed to say anything, it was bound to be something hopelessly unsophisticated. For instance, it was probably considered tacky to thank him for having the foresight to tie her up before pounding her into the mattress. That had definitely added something to the experience. Amazons didn’t get many opportunities to feel feminine and helpless. “Oh, honey,” he said again softly. Jay hugged her closer as if she was small and fragile and precious.
It was a new feeling. A nice one. This must be what it felt like to be cherished, she decided.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad if he loved her.
Anna curled into him and soaked up his w
armth and love and comfort. She needed it. Fortunately, his expertise extended to cuddling afterwards. She wouldn’t have even known enough to ask for it. Cuddling was definitely good.
While he cuddled her, he stroked her with gentle hands. “My love. My sweet love, you’re so beautiful.” His voice was soft with emotion.
Compliments were good, too. Anna was suddenly very glad he also gave compliments. She hadn’t realized it but she was really feeling the need for some reassurance.
Why hadn’t she guessed it would be such a frightening, powerful experience? She’d never felt anything that strongly. It was as if all the pent-up emotions of years had come rushing out when he touched her. She wasn’t just spent physically, she was spent emotionally. She felt wrung out and exhausted and her whole body felt limp and heavy as if she’d just woken from a deep sleep.
A gentle rain of kisses covered her bright hair and his hands explored all of her as he rocked her on his lap. When his hand brushed against her feminine mound, she jerked away, overly sensitive to the touch.
“Sore?”
She nodded silently.
Jay scooped her up and carried her though to the master bathroom and turned on the shower. When it heated up, he stood with her under the spray. His body held her up and his arms steadied her when he set her on her feet.
That was good, too, she thought blissfully. Anna wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her weight against him. It was nice to be held and carried like a child. Nice to have his solid support until her legs were working right again. She knew he wouldn’t let her fall. She thought she could almost feel his strength seeping into her bones through the close contact.
After a while, Jay soaped her from head to toe in unhurried strokes then rinsed her with welcome hot water. Then he pulled her close again and simply held her until the hot water gave out.
He had big, thick towels, Anna noted in approval when he helped her out of the shower and wrapped her in one. He pulled one around his own waist then picked up two more and a brush. With his free hand, he took hers and led her back to bed.
Jay sat against the headboard, slung a towel around his neck to absorb the excess moisture and spread his legs to make a place for her to sit. A tug on her hand brought her down and Anna willingly sat in the cradle of his thighs.
He brushed her hair in long, leisurely strokes then wrapped another towel around her shoulders to dry the flame-colored cascade.
That done, he settled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist. His crossed hands cupped her breasts over the thick terrycloth.
Anna rested quietly with him. She didn’t remember ever feeling so warm and cared for. His possessive hold felt like a sweet affirmation of the pleasure they’d shared. From her vantage point, she could see most of his bedroom. She was glad to see the personal touches that gave it life and color.
She was learning more about him. For instance, she now knew that he liked white towels. The bathroom was all white and green. She wasn’t sure but she thought she remembered wall-to-wall carpeting throughout his house. In here it was white. Cherry furniture with more green in the quilt that covered the bed and the valances above his windows in a paisley pattern.
That stirred an unsettling thought.
“I hope I didn’t ruin your quilt.”
Jay groaned. “You don’t say anything, until I think maybe I killed or at least ruptured you, and then you worry about a quilt? Forget about the quilt. I can’t believe you would worry about something like that at a time like this.”
He turned and tugged her down to lay beside him. He unwrapped her from the towel and ran his hands over her again.
“Does it hurt? Are you all right?” The concern in his voice told her again that he cared deeply.
“It hurts a little. Like a muscle ache.”
He brushed her legs apart and touched her gently. “Let me see.”
She did, holding still for his careful exploration.
“It looks like everything’s okay,” he said finally.
Satisfied that she was undamaged physically, he pulled her back into his embrace and rubbed her back.
“Oh, honey, you really surprised me,” he informed her. “I’m glad you waited. I didn’t expect it. But I’m glad.” He lifted her chin and stroked her cheek. “I don’t want you to think I didn’t like being first. I was just surprised, that’s all.” Black eyes showed concern as they looked into hers. “I was unprepared. I didn’t handle it as well as I could have. Okay?”
Anna gave a slight nod of understanding, although she was as far from understanding whatever he was saying as it was probably possible to get. Was the crazy man apologizing for not making it better? If so, it seemed there was a whole lot more to this than she’d ever suspected. She’d barely survived the onslaught of pleasure he’d unleashed. Better would probably have killed her, although she would certainly have died happy.
At her nod he seemed relieved. He gave her a smile and hugged her tight again. “Oh, honey. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you’ve never loved anybody else.”
After that intensely passionate declaration, Jay was quiet for a few minutes. Then he couldn’t seem to resist teasing her. “I guess you don’t have to tell me your history.”
“I guess not,” Anna mumbled against his chest.
“Told you we were going to be lovers.”
His voice was unbearably smug, she thought, but she was too comfortable to jab him in the ribs. Instead, she gave him a verbal jab.
“We aren’t lovers just because we had sex once.”
“Oh. Right. We’re lovers because you lusted after my body.”
She did jab his ribs then. “Stop saying that. We aren’t lovers.” Something about that label made her deeply nervous.
“Don’t be even more ridiculous,” Jay told her. “We are absolutely, unquestionably lovers now. I realize you may not know this, being inexperienced, but trust me on this one. We are lovers.”
“Are not,” Anna muttered.
“Are too.” He rolled and brought her under him before he kissed her again, long, deep, wet and sweet. “This is mine,” he informed her possessively, touching her mouth. “And this.” His mouth closed over her breasts in turn. “And this is mine.” He kissed her flat belly and hips. “And this, this is definitely, most certainly mine.” He kissed her deflowered curls.
It felt soothing. Anna sighed happily.
“That feels good?”
She nodded.
Jay kissed her again with gentle care, his mouth traveling the length of her nether lips in lazy exploration. The kisses gradually grew longer and more varied, suckling at her here, sliding over her there. Then he licked his way inside her. She shuddered. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris and she moaned. His mouth closed around that incredibly sensitive bud and his tongue flicked at it over and over while he suckled her most intimate flesh. The combination probably destroyed brain tissue but she didn’t want it to end. She thrust her hips up frantically and he took the hint, using his tongue to thrust inside her in long, slow strokes until she shuddered in orgasm from the ministrations of his mouth.
“Face it, we are lovers,” he stated firmly as he moved back up to meet her eye to eye.
Anna thought about it.
“Okay, what if we are?” She gave him a challenging look.
He grinned at her, looking so full of himself that it was positively revolting to see. Except that she thought that he just might have reason to feel that way.
He really was one great lover.
“Why, honey, I’m surprised you have to ask.” Wicked enjoyment sparkled in his ebony eyes as he settled himself between her legs again. That he was ready for more was evident even to a beginner. His penis was hard and thick and pearled with moisture at the tip. She was slick and ready from his mouth and the extra moisture made him slide easily into position. The head of his penis slipped inside her and her flesh opened for him and closed around him without resistance. He lowered h
imself onto her and thrust all the way into her simultaneously.
“Jay, I don’t think—” she began but he cut her off with a kiss. It was almost as bad as a lecture from Lyle for getting a chance to speak, she thought irritably.
“I’m glad to hear it, love,” he whispered against her mouth. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
His husky advice was followed swiftly by her second demonstration of his amazing prowess.
It was much slower this time. He was gentle with her, controlled and tender, but no less passionate. She knew another man might have forgotten himself and injured her, but Jay was unexpectedly sensitive.
Maybe, Anna thought, surrendering to his sweet loving, his brash, bold, bad exterior was all a bluff to hide a heart of soft, malleable gold.
Certainly it hid a clever and caring lover.
So they were lovers, she decided. So what? She’d made a good choice in spite of her ignorance. She really was a genius.
Anna kissed him back thoroughly and proceeded to moan lustily in his ear with all the naughty phrases he’d seemed to so enjoy on their first meeting.
It was just as effective in a horizontal position as it had been in a vertical position, she noted with gleeful scientific precision.
“Yes, Jay,” she sighed happily. “Oh, yes. Deeper. Oh, Jay.”
His response delighted her. She wasn’t the only one getting a sensory overload. His whole body shuddered with the effort of restraint as he thrust deeply into her, sliding in and out in a steady rhythm that allowed her time to adjust to his size with each long stroke, pausing each time he buried himself fully inside for her to squirm against the length of him and revel in the sensation of being deeply penetrated.
Then she proceeded to show him just what kind of fireworks she was capable of creating in any situation, with any materials at hand.
He seemed suitably impressed.
Afterwards, content and secure, she slept like a child in his arms.
Much, much too soon, she felt herself being shaken gently.
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