He had admitted to always feeling horny around her, but being in her bed and watching her undress must have been the reason his cock was at full attention, saluting her proudly and tenting the blanket. He licked his lips as she scrambled in next to him. Her small bed put them closer than she had expected. She lay down as close to the edge as possible and folded her arms across her belly, not sure what else to do with herself. The lamp on her nightstand was on. With abrupt motion, he leaned across, almost lying fully on top of her and turned off the light.
She gasped.
“Can’t get much sleep with the light on, now can we?” He said, the deep rumble of his voice stroking her ears.
She shuddered inside as his muscular body grazed hers, the ridge of his hard cock pushing sharply into her thigh. His impetuous action heightened her libido, her sex swollen and aching, a sudden desire to be filled with him.
The only light in the room now came from the occasional flash of lighting and the twinkling lights of the city below, dimly illuminating the darkness through the sheer cream-colored curtains that covered the large glass doors that led to the balcony. Rain had begun to fall harder outside. The stillness of the room echoed loudly, their harsh breathing and erratic heart beats the only sounds competing against the storms raging outside and within them both. She was careful not to touch him or else she might stir the raging beast within him, one that she wouldn’t be able to tame and wouldn’t want to stop.
His restlessness was motivated by a different drive altogether, his desire to claim Kerrigan’s heart and satisfy his sexual thirst. He was pure, raw masculine heat. He needed her, wanted her and planned to have her, tonight. Neither of them would get much sleep.
He glanced over at her. She was staring up at the ceiling, too. He knew why he was there and she was about to find out.
“Kerrigan,” his voice was low and thick, breaking the uneasiness of the night.
“Yes,” she replied, in a nearly inaudible whisper.
“You know why I’m here. You know what I want.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice cracked.
“You know exactly what I mean. It’s what we both want only you’re afraid to admit it. It’s time to take our relationship to the next level.”
“Axel, you said we needed to take things slowly. You said neither of us is ready. I thought we were going to talk about the agreement,” she protested, and he could hear the anxiety building in her.
“Forget what I said. There’s no need for discussion. I’m about to break that damn agreement in the worse way. We’re both ready, and tonight, you belong to me baby.”
“You said you wanted to respect me, to woo me.”
He shifted, and repositioned himself on his side with his elbow on the bed and his head propped up by his large hand. Leaning over, he looked down at her sweetly, peering into her longing gaze. She was so beautiful lying there beneath him. He stroked her cheek gently with his free hand and she leaned into his touch, trembling and eyes wide.
“I have nothing but respect for you. The fact that I’m lying here in your bed means I’m doing a good job wooing you so far, wouldn’t you say? Let me give you what you’re too afraid to admit you want—what we both want.”
“Axel, I’m afraid if we do this, you’ll get what you want, and I’ll end up getting hurt.”
“Kerrigan, I don’t just want sex. I don’t want to hurt you. Tonight is only the beginning.”
He had fallen for her. Saying the words aloud to her would feel right, but he held back.
She swallowed hard. Nothing, she said or did would prevent the inevitable. Her affection ran just as deeply as his did. After all, he was sure Kerrigan knew that letting him into her home at that late hour would only lead to one thing—he would make love to her for the first time that night.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
There had been no doubt in Axel’s mind what would happen the minute his plane landed. Neither distance nor time would get in the way of his mission. Tonight, he would cherish every inch of her body until she begged him to stop, the way he had done it at least a hundred times in his imagination.
He couldn’t remember the exact moment it happened, but somewhere along the way, the lust had morphed into something else. Tonight, he would lay claim to her heart and shatter her insecurities.
Axel leaned down, caressed her face gently with his hand and devoured her lips with his passionate kiss.
He peeled himself away. “Baby, just tell me if you want me to stop. I’ll be slow and gentle, but you have to tell me if I hurt you or if you want me to stop, okay?”
“O … Okay.” Her voice shook. Barely able to speak, her nerves rendered her speechless. He resumed his sensual assault on her mouth, kissing and licking her lips, and tasting her sweet honey as she trembled underneath him, barely able to return his kisses.
“Relax, baby. I know you’re scared. I won’t do anything to you that I know you can’t handle. You trust me?”
Staring into his heated gaze, her eyes widened. “I think so.”
Leaning down, he kissed her forehead. “That’s not good enough. Kerrigan, I want you to trust me. I’m not here to break your heart. Do you trust me?” He leaned into the crook of her neck—his eyes closed inhaling her natural scent.
“Yes, I trust you.” Her hushed tone muttered softly into his ear.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Lifting his head from her haven, he stroked her quivering bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Do you want me to use a condom?” Gazing into her eyes, “I don’t want to use one with you. You okay with that?” His tone was tender.
Her heart pounded hard in her chest against his. “I think so.”
He hadn’t been with another woman in at least ten months, and he had always used condoms every time in the past. Until now, he’d never really thought about not using one.
“I want to feel you, and I want you to feel me, skin on skin, but I want you to be sure Kerrigan. I’ll use one if you want me to.” Her eyes darted, avoiding his gaze. “Kerrigan, look at me.”
Peering up at him, she blinked rapidly. “No, you don’t have to use a condom. I trust you.” Her gaze was unsteady, and her tone wavered.
“Are you sure? I want you to be absolutely sure.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, I’m sure.” Kerrigan closed her eyes and turned away. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do, with Axel Christensen no less. He had given her fair warning, and she wanted this to happen. Hell, she had practically willed him to show up.
He slid masculine hands down the front of a sheer nightie, fingers dancing across Kerrigan's stomach and to the bottom of the short garment. His hand moved smoothly underneath as he slowly massaged every inch of her bare supple skin, fingers sliding across her stomach and working their way up to her heavenly mounds.
Eager fingers found her breasts, kneading and cupping one in his large masculine hand. His index finger and thumb pulled and rolled her hard nipple until she released a small yelp. Slipping his hand from underneath her gown, he motioned for her to sit up. His fingers inched to the strap of her nightie. He yanked down one strap and then the other until they both were free from her arms.
Riveted to the sight of her naked caramel breasts, “So beautiful,” his voice was hoarse and raspy. “I want to savor every part of you.” Hot lips pressed into the small of her neck, searing Kerrigan's tender flesh. “Baby, lie down and raise your hips. I want you out of this nightie.”
A scintillating stare fastened her eyes to his. Her lean hips hoisted high, he yanked the garment from her body and tossed the silken threads to the side. She looked beautiful lying there only wearing a black lace thong, her breasts exposed.
He turned his attention back to her perky peaks. His mouth descended on one, licking and sucking tender flesh sweet and succulent like ripened fruit as she writhed and moaned. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts upwards as he continued feasting on her delectab
le bosom. He loved how she felt with her arms wrapped around his shoulders, as though she needed him for support. He loved that she clung to him for strength, wanted what he offered and trusted him with her heart.
His hand busily caressed her thighs and made its way to the soaking wet heat between her legs. He gently spread her thighs apart. Finally reaching his destination, he dipped his hand into the top of her panties until his fingers found the folds of her soft, warm sex, gently stroking her until she whimpered.
To Axel, her sheer lace panties were a nuisance. Tussling with the thongs as he tugged them down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder, they sailed across the room and landed on the floor. Knowing her innocence, he decided not to dip his fingers into her; he would save her virgin sweetness for their full sexual union, when his cock would surge into her depths.
The rain fell harder now and all around them thunder boomed loudly. Wet beads of raindrops splashed against the glass panes. Strong gusts of wind blew in through the doors, which were slightly cracked open, and the sheer curtains danced wildly about.
He positioned himself in front of her. Bending her knees and spreading her legs widely apart to accept his girth, he stared at her sex.
“Open your eyes baby. You’re beautiful and delightfully soft. I want to see you, and I want you to see me,” he said affectionately.
He knelt forward and kissed the slick wetness of her sex, first with his lips and then inserting his tongue between her petals, he French-kissed her delicate flower. Her body quivered all over as he continued his oral stimulation. Her nectar flowed sweetly for him, and he lapped greedily at her essence. She tasted so damn good, like sweet licorice. The way she moaned, he knew the sensation had overwhelmed her, but he wouldn’t let her climax like this. He wanted her to savor the joy of complete rapture when he was buried nine inches deep inside her for the first time while she screamed his name.
He came up to meet her lips with a kiss. “Damn, you’re sweet. Taste how sweet you are.”
He lifted himself up so that they were face-to-face. Time to get down to business. Dipping his head, he kissed her softly, continuing the invasion of her mouth with his tongue as he lay between her legs. She lay there ready for him.
She could feel the length of his erection piercing her thigh through his boxers. Although she had never felt a naked penis before, she had seen them in movies and magazines, and his large size scared her. He raised himself up, and then stood beside the bed, the massive protruding bulge strained to break free.
His hand moved to the band on his boxer briefs, slowly snatching them down. Finally freed, his stiff rod sprung out. Stretching her eyes wide, she gasped. She couldn’t believe how large he was. She hoped her shock wasn’t visible. Stealing another glance, her bulging eyes darted away, embarrassed for having watched him. The thought of what they were about to do flooded her heart with anxiety. This now seemed like a bad idea.
“Look at me Kerrigan. You don’t have to be embarrassed to look at me,” he said.
“I don’t think I can’t do this. You’re too big to fit inside me,” her voice trembled.
“Baby, I know you’re afraid. I’ll be gentle. I’ll go very slowly. I’ll fit inside you. You trust me, right?” His tone was low and soothing.
“Yes.” Her shaky tone bordered on the edge of panic.
He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, his hands moving slowly over her breasts, down her stomach and between her thighs again. Warm desire built at her core, soaking her between the thighs and drenching his fingers as he vigorously worked her clitoris. Her back arched up, taken by the pleasure of his touch.
Kneeling between her legs, he spread them apart with his hands and surged forward, the tip of his cock pausing at her moist entrance. He saw the fear in her eyes, and her trembling hands clung to his shoulders.
He kissed her deeply, and then looked into her eyes. “Kerrigan, I know you’re afraid, but I want you to understand that what’s happening between us is more than sex. I want you, body, heart, mind and soul. I need you. Only you.”
She could feel the tears building. What she felt for him was too strong, and she realized that she couldn’t stop herself now, even if she tried. She wanted to believe his beautiful words, but in a state of confusion and scared, everything overwhelmed her. What was wrong with her?
“I’m afraid. Everything is happening so fast. Everything is changing,” she blurted out.
“I know baby. Everything is changing, but don’t be afraid of this or me. Let me make love to you tonight. Let me show you how much I care for you. Do you want me?” His voice, low and husky, and pleading.
“Yes, I want you Axel,” she whispered breathlessly, knowing that at least she wasn’t confused about her sexual desire. She wanted him so badly that her core ached for him and her sex clenched.
His body rocked back and forth, the tip of his hard shaft pressed between her petals, tapping her opening. She braced herself for the impact of his massive cock invading her. He slowly eased into her and then pulled out. She gasped. He did it again, this time pressing deeper until most of his cock went inside her. She gasped louder this time, pain taking over.
He eased in and out of her until all of him was inside. His face went blurry and she closed her eyes, fighting the tears back. The physical pain alone hadn’t brought on, the sudden urge to cry. It was her conflicting emotions, ecstasy, pain, pleasure, fear and hope. In his hands, her heart crumbled.
He knew it would take patience tonight. He entered her slowly, breaking through her virginity and stretching her walls to accommodate his size. She whimpered softly and then suddenly cried out in pain. Tears that he thought he had seen in her eyes now spilled onto her cheeks. His size must have been too much for her to handle.
He stilled his movements and stroked her cheek. “Sweetheart, you’re trembling and crying. I'm not hurting you, am I? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, don’t stop.” She replied in a raspy whisper.
He frowned. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing I ever want to do.”
The tenderness of his voice and words stroked her heart. His touch felt so good that it alone was worth the risk. Maybe Ashley was right—she needed to stop thinking and just feel. Tonight, she wanted him, and he wanted her. Tomorrow would bring whatever it would bring.
“I’m sure. I want you Axel.”
He smiled, dusted her lips lightly with his kiss, and then gazed down into her eyes while gently wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “Kerrigan, if you had any doubts before tonight, I want you to understand that you belong to me. Your body and heart belong to me now, and I surrender myself to you.”
He moved inside her again, thrusting with such force that her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and an uncontrollable gasp for breath escaped her lungs, the feeling both amazing and overpowering. She would analyze his words tomorrow. Tonight, she would allay her fears and submit to him.
He surged deeper and deeper into her, inch by antagonizing inch until she received all nine inches of him. She was so tight that entering her had been slightly painful for him. With each inch, he hammered into her harder. Her body writhed and trembled with frantic jerks. He tempered her movements with the weight of his large body on top of her small frame. She moaned and whimpered softly. He loved the sweet, seductive sounds she made.
With his lips crushed over hers, he captured her soft cries. He knew taking Kerrigan would be emotional for them both. He also knew she would have to endure the pain of his manhood invading her for the first time. She didn’t motion for him to stop and he was careful to be gentle with her.
Being inside her felt so good and he continued his slow rhythmic pounding, grinding deeper and increasing his tempo, he slammed into her harder and faster, stretching her with each blow. Her breathing was erratic, but she wasn’t crying anymore. With each powerful thrust he gave, she panted more heavily and wildly. She loosened her grip on him, and her hands fell to either side of her h
ead. He captured her hands, his fingers entwined in hers. They were at last one in the flesh.
Kerrigan could feel every inch of his throbbing cock inside her. She felt him in the pit of her stomach. The pain and pleasure were simultaneous and intense as he consumed her. His thrusts became harder as he pressed deeper into her. She loved the feeling of him claiming her, him burrowing himself deep inside her. The sensation was sweet torture and ecstasy all at once. Gasping for air, she broke free of his lips and turned her head.
Her moans were soft, sensual and erotic. “Ah. Ah. Hmm. Ah.” He filled her completely.
“You okay baby?” He asked hoarsely.
“Hmm ...” She didn’t speak with words as he continued pounding hard into her, only returning incoherent pants, under the heavy fog of sexual sedation.
“Feels good?” he questioned her again.
“Yes, you feel so good,” she rasped.
That was his cue. Her pain was gone, replaced by pleasure. He would fuck her deep and hard all night long until she could take no more. He wanted her to feel his passion, his desire, his longing for her. He pulled out most of himself and slammed into her hard. Soft seductive moans escaped her.
With parted lips, brows pressed together and the cling of her legs wrapped around him, her response was pure unfiltered pleasure. Repeating this motion, he continued plowing into her, unrestrained and reaching her depths. With each powerful thrust, she jolted and trembled hard. He raised himself up and lifted both of her legs onto his shoulders allowing him deeper penetration. He crashed hard into her, and the wave of pleasure so intense that she screamed his name over, and over again.
Her legs shook with tremors, and she bordered the edge of ecstasy, her head spinning and sex clenching, nearing the ultimate release. With her hands no longer bound by his, she clung to his shoulders as though her life depended on it. She gripped him so tight that he could feel her nails pressing into his skin, her fingers tightening and loosening in sync with his powerful thrusts.
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