He glanced up at her. “Do you have lube?”
“Yes.” She pointed at the night table drawer, and he stretched out to pull the drawer open. He chuckled and held up her pocket vibrator. Her cheeks filled with heat, and she chuckled when he said, “It’s so cute and little,” before carefully placing it back in the drawer and retrieving the lube. “I saw some other fun-looking toys in there we’ll have to try out together.” There wasn’t even a hint of ridicule in his words, and she wasn’t sure why she’d worried what he’d think of her collection.
“Be my guest.”
He returned to his earlier position and opened the tube of personal lubricant. “You’re very tight. I want to stretch you a little.”
She nodded, her heart pounding as he spread lube on his fingertips and applied it to her opening. He did that several times, and she was sure that if he kept it up, her own lubrication would far surpass the need for any more. He slid a finger more deeply inside her, and her pussy tingled as she took him.
“Your tight little pussy is going to feel so good around my cock. I can hardly wait.”
He stroked her clit and kept her on the edge as he rubbed her opening with two fingers and slid them in a bit. The burning increased as her need climbed higher. In and out, he stroked her channel and caressed her clit. He took his time, and she knew it couldn’t be easy for him to hold back as he worked to keep her arousal at a fever pitch so she wanted his cock more with each passing second.
Finally, he gazed up at her from between her trembling thighs. “You’re sure this is what you want? You’re tiny and it’ll hurt. I’ve lubricated and stretched you a bit, but if I continue it’ll make you more sore.”
“I know it’ll hurt but you’ll make it good, too. I took the tattoo, didn’t I? Better to just get it over with, right?”
“Probably. But I don’t want you to have regrets. I want you to feel special.”
“I’ve felt special every time I’m with you. Don’t you understand?” This would be a memory she’d cherish for the rest of her life, the way he’d taken his time with her. “I want you.”
He crept up her body and whispered, “I swear I’ll stop if you need me to. If it’s too much or you change your mind, tell me. I hate the thought of hurting you.”
Her body pulsed with adoration and arousal for him. He liked to be in control, but even then he placed her needs above his own. There was no way she’d stop him, no matter how much discomfort was involved. She wanted desperately to be joined with him. He sat up and reached for the bottle of lubricant. She realized he planned to lubricate his cock as well and took it from him. She squeezed some into her hand and looked in his eyes.
“Carefully, baby. I’m liable to explode, I’m so turned on by you.”
She smiled and closed her hand around his cock, coating it with lube and stroking him until he finally stopped her and gently pushed her back down on the bed. Her heart galloped as the moment of truth arrived.
He settled his comforting weight and body heat between her thighs. He took his time getting into position and she wondered if he was giving her a chance to back out so she tilted up her chin and licked his beaded nipple. He flexed at the stimulation and she could feel how large he was against her slit. He stroked back and forth with his cock between her lips, rubbing her clit until it felt like it had its own heartbeat. He kissed her and teased her with the tip his tongue, tugging at her lower lip with his teeth, still taking his time. Nudging the head of his cock between her lips, he thrust in a gentle rocking motion that soothed her and prepared her for his entry.
He trembled in her arms, and she clung to him, responding with tremors of her own, wrapping her legs around his hips. She slid her hands down the muscular sweep of his back and enjoyed the feel of his tight buttocks in her grasp. His rocking motion made the muscles ripple under her fingers, and she could tell how much control he was maintaining in his care for her. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all, for him to be this patient, and the sensation that flooded her heart spread to the rest of her body. How could she not love him when he cared this much for her pleasure and wanted to guard her so thoroughly, so lovingly, from pain?
The burning tightness increased, but the rocking motion and lubrication seemed to help. She breathed deep and relaxed, wanting all of him, and he slid inside her a tiny bit. The tingling fullness was an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain. He lifted his face from her throat where he’d been kissing her and brushed her hair from her face. He gazed at her for a long moment. There was a question in his eyes, and she nodded as she shifted beneath him, rocking against him.
“Yes, Seth. Take me.”
He pressed her down into the mattress and kissed her, sliding his arms under her to hold her more closely. She’d never felt so vulnerable or safe in her life as she did beneath his powerful body. He rolled his hips and increased the rocking motion to a solid thrust and slid his cock into her resisting flesh. The burning, tearing sensation brought tears to her eyes and a cry from her throat as he entered her virgin body for the first time, thrusting gently but relentlessly until his cock filled her to the uttermost. The pain was a shock to her system, but as it subsided, she realized they were both trembling and perfectly still.
“Seth?”
His husky voice shook with passion. “Are you all right? I hated hurting you.”
“It’s done. What comes next?”
A chuckle rumbled through Seth’s chest, plastered against hers. “Hopefully both of us, if I have my way.”
She buried her face against his tattooed pectoral and chuckled in reply as she tested this new sensation, moving beneath him, mimicking his earlier rocking motion in a new dance her body already seemed to know the steps to.
“Are you hurting?”
“Not like I was afraid I might. The feeling is incredible. You’re so big inside me.”
His hips flexed as though on their own accord, and he groaned. “Baby, I’ve gotta move.”
Jayne smiled and rolled her hips as she relaxed against him, feeling how tense his entire body was. He was afraid to move for fear of hurting her more. Her clit brushed against the base of his cock, the sensation sharp and completely new, and she arched her back beneath his as she tried the move again.
“I’m okay, Seth. I know you must be in agony from waiting so long.”
Seth relaxed infinitesimally above her, and his sexy grin accompanied a deep, happy groan as he matched her movements. “Fuck, you’re amazing. Like hot silk, wrapped tight around me. Feel all right?”
Desire unfurled within her, and she thrust in counterpoint against him. “Yes. Seth, fuck me.” The hot words she’d found so easy to write, and so difficult to utter before now, rolled with ease off her lips.
He braced his hands on the mattress and sat up on his knees, continuing to thrust within her throbbing, wet pussy. Each thrust filled her tightly, and she watched him as he stroked her clit. His touch increased the tension within her to an even greater level than before. This time, her head might just explode. His eyes glittered with lust, and she realized he was watching his cock slide in and out of her body as she took every thick inch of him.
“No fair, you can see. Do you like it? Like watching my pussy take your cock?”
He grinned sexily at her and growled in affirmation, his blue eyes blazing with lust. She tightened her pussy muscles experimentally, tugging on his cock with each withdrawal, and he groaned and his eyelids slid shut. “Fuck me, that feels good. Do it again, baby?”
She rolled her hips and repeated the trick until she lost control and instinct took over. With one hand, he grasped the juncture of her hips and upper thigh and with the other he rubbed her clit until her tension boiled over and she bowed off the bed, the climax blasting through her like a furnace.
Brilliant lights flashed behind her tightly squeezed eyelids, and she rode each wave, taking his hard thrusts until he roared with passionate release and held her to him so tightly she hoped his hands left marks that la
sted for days. She hadn’t anticipated this feeling of so thoroughly belonging to someone else, and the thought made tears well in her eyes. Whatever tomorrow or the future brought, this night they’d created a memory she’d cherish for a lifetime.
Chapter Twelve
Seth held most of his weight off of her as he kissed the tears that slid from her eyes. She wound her arms around his shoulders, and he listened as she panted until her shaky breathing returned to normal. His heart pounded against her lush breasts until it finally slowed to a normal pace. He wished it was possible to stay right there with Jayne forever. Being buried so deep inside her tight, silky cunt was heaven itself to him.
Needing to relax, but not wanting to crush her or leave the bliss of her body just yet, Seth held her snugly and rolled with her, making her gasp in surprise. He settled her on top of him, his cock still buried deep in her pussy, and groaned in pleasure as she squirmed around, getting comfortable. Finally, as his cock started to harden again from her movement, he stilled her with a hand on her butt cheek.
“You need to rest.”
Mischief twinkled in her eyes when she raised them to look at him. “I like how you feel inside me. I was just experimenting.”
“You’re going to be sore. We can experiment more in a little while.”
She licked his nipple and giggled when he gasped at the unexpected bolt of sensation. “Promise?”
He squeezed both her butt cheeks and whispered, “Promise,” even as he failed to keep from thrusting into the silky heat of her cunt. He wanted her again, but he wanted her to have time to recover, too.
That’s why your dick is still buried to the hilt inside of her, right?
The thought made him thrust again, and he groaned when she tugged at him with those wickedly tempting pussy muscles of hers. She couldn’t possibly have any idea how fucking good that felt.
The memory of thrusting into her resisting body stilled his movements though. It had to have been very painful for her. He’d prepared her as much as he could, knowing that getting it over with would be the only thing to do. Her tight flesh resisting and then finally giving in to him had been the most humbling and exhilarating sexual experience he’d ever had. His resolve to not thrust again strengthened. Instead, he petted and stroked up and down her back, just enjoying the sensation of having her all over him.
A little while later, he finally withdrew and rose from the bed. He went to the bathroom for a washcloth and was a little appalled at how much blood he had to clean from his groin area. He returned with a clean, warm washcloth and gently did the same for her. She opened her eyes and smiled at him and shook her head when he asked if it still hurt.
She made a sound that reminded him of a kitten purring contentedly when he returned to the bed and climbed in beside her, tucking her to his side. She snuggled closer and draped one thigh over his. He felt humbled by her trust.
Thoroughly unwelcome, the memory of Tamar’s last words to him came to mind. He wondered again why thoughts of her kept cropping up and assumed it was because Jayne was so different from her.
Though it had been good for his career, Seth wished that he’d never traveled overseas with Tamar. His teacher, Jim Durbin, insisted that life offered good with the bad and he should get the value from that time in his life and forget about the rest. Life had taken on an unreal quality while he was there with her. Their social life, or rather her social life, had gotten out of hand.
By the time he was done with the whole mess, he’d longed for a less complicated and jaded life. With this angelic woman snuggled guilelessly in his arms, he felt like that might be possible.
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Seth bolted upright and awake, his panting sounding unimaginably loud in the dark, unfamiliar bedroom. For a moment he was disoriented and filled with horror, thinking he was back on the outskirts of Paris, having unknowingly participated in some drunken orgy or far worse. As his eyes adjusted and reality set in, he recognized Jayne’s bedroom.
The moonlight shone through the window blinds, illuminating her dresser, the antique washstand in the corner, the night table, and her twisted bed linens. Reclining on her back beside him, Jayne slept peacefully. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, saying a silent prayer of thanks.
The sight of Jayne, relaxed in somnolence, helped to dispel the recurrent nightmare. He watched as her chest rose and fell in the dim light, one hand lying across her dark hair, which was spread in wild disarray on her pillow, stray locks caressing her cheeks and forehead. Her other hand lay palm down across her upper thigh, right beside her mound, which was covered by the edge of the sheet. Her rosy nipples were peaked, and his hands itched to caress her full breasts. His cock tingled with interest, but he’d ignore it as long as he could before waking her to make love to her again.
Since he was wide awake, he went in search of something to draw with. If he was going to be up for a while, the least he could do was make good use of his time. When he’d found what he needed, he returned to her bedroom, quietly moving the chair in the corner to a spot near the window so he could see what he was drawing. The angle was even better from this point, and he set to work quickly before she shifted in her sleep. After getting the basic lines on the page, he reached out and cautiously tugged at the top sheet, inching it down without waking her until it reached her knee.
Perfect.
The moonlight caressed the length of her thigh and the curve of her hip. The partially finished tattoo he drew as it was, with just the outlines of the roses, vines, and swirls completed. Her smooth belly was indented by the slight shadow of her navel. He longed to test the satiny firmness of the underside of her breasts even as he drew them, imagining the way the swells would give against his knuckles if he brushed them lightly. Her breathing hitched in her sleep, and her nipples peaked more tightly.
Moments later, just as he was nearly done, she shifted in her sleep onto her left side so that her backside was now turned to him.
In the dark, he whispered, “Perfect.”
He turned the page and started another sketch, quickly drawing the foundational lines of her somnolent pose. She looked like a beautiful sculpture, the curves of her pale back and derriere kissed by the moonlight and shadows. As she settled again, he filled in the details, bringing light and shadows to her dark, satiny curls and the creases of the sheet now trapped between her knees.
His cock swelled as he paid special attention to the flare of her hip and the expanse of her thigh, down to the delicate curve at the back of her knee. When it was finished, he sat there watching her, drinking her in, wondering what he’d done to deserve such an earthly angel. He didn’t deserve her, he thought as he stiffly rose and left the room to return the pencil to her desk and put the sketches away. The remnants of the disturbing dream and his memories no longer plagued him as he returned to her.
His cock was rigid from watching her while he’d sketched, and it throbbed as he climbed back onto the bed. He couldn’t wait any longer. Gently pushing her hip, and careful to not wake her, he rolled her to her back and pushed against her knee to spread her thighs just enough to give his mouth access.
Mindful that she would still be tender, he spread her outer pussy lips and applied his tongue in gentle strokes to her succulent flesh. Though she slept on, her body reacted, and she rolled her hips, pressing her pussy closer, wanting more. He tilted his head, smiling with satisfaction as he gave her another leisurely lick, enjoying the feel of her cunt against his mouth, like the flesh of a perfectly ripe peach.
She restlessly lifted a thigh, and he took advantage of the movement to wrap his hand around her leg, caressing her ass cheek, before sliding it around to stroke up the length of her inner thigh to her knee. She trembled beneath him and lifted her other knee, unconsciously opening herself to him. Her trust went to the bone, which humbled him.
Taking his sweet time, he licked until her cunt was swollen and dripping with her sweet juices. He could feel the tension building in her core as
her rapid breathing intensified in pitch. With a single goal in mind, he gently sucked at her clit, rubbing it with persistent, slow strokes until her body broke into shudders, her eyelids flew open, and a hitching cry left her lips.
“Seth!”
He brushed his palms over her thighs and up to her abdomen as she made eye contact with him, her hips still undulating with her orgasm as he savored her rich scent and taste. He released her thigh and kissed a damp trail up her torso, detouring to lick and kiss the underside of her full breasts, enjoying her lush flesh as she stroked his shoulder blades and wound her fingers into his hair.
In a voice bleary with sleep, she whispered, “How did you do that?”
Chuckling against the fragrant column of her throat, he replied, “With great enjoyment.”
She wound her legs around his waist, opening to him as he lifted his head to smile at her. He watched her expression as he nudged her slick opening, looking for any trace of discomfort. Her moan was a mix of anticipation and pleasure as he slid the first few inches, coating his cock in her juices, before pulling out and sliding home. He broke a sweat at the hot engulfing sensation of her welcoming body and shifted higher to bury himself within her as deeply as he could. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled her hips against his, greedily taking what he gave her.
Bracing himself on one elbow, he slid his hand down to grasp her ass cheek and withdrew almost completely and slid home in one thrust. “You okay?”
She tilted her head back, the most beatific expression crossing her face. “Yes, Seth, yes. More.”
Pushing up, he braced himself as he withdrew and watched as his throbbing dick slid between her lips again. The moonlight cast their flesh in a silvery light, and the artist in him captured the moment in memory, wondering what she’d think if she knew he planned to draw it from memory later. Recalling that she wrote erotica as a pastime, he had a feeling she’d be delighted. Withdrawing again, he slid home more firmly, and a growl tore from his throat at the way her sweet body accepted every inch of him as she moaned and writhed beneath him, emblazoning a second image in his memory to draw later. He groaned as her pussy tightened around his cock, tugging at him until the need to come became so great he had to fight it to give her a chance to go over with him.
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