Virgin Jewels

by Karen Erickson

Colin finally relaxed, his fingers curling into her hair, gently moving her head back and forth along his cock. His hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth, little groans escaping from him and she reached up to cradle his balls in her hand, slide her fingers beneath them to tickle the crack of his ass.

  “Ah…yeah,” he muttered, his movements becoming faster. She gazed up at him, her mouth full of cock, and an overwhelming wave of foreign emotion engulfed her as she watched him.

  His head was thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy, mouth hanging open, panting heavily. The expression on his face was almost feral it was so overcome with passion, with everything he was experiencing. It excited her that she was able to bring him this much pleasure, that she could be the one to make him lose control. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, pumping him while her other hand went on an exploration.

  Her dirtiest secrets, her darkest desires, she wanted them all to come to fruition tonight. The necklace gave her the courage to be bad, the courage to explore everything she’d ever wanted to explore and she wasn’t going to restrain herself. Tonight it was about all or nothing.

  His legs were slightly spread, making it easy for her fingers to slip higher between his tight ass cheeks. She brushed against his puckered anus, felt his cheeks constrict around her fingers and then he was shouting, his cum gushing into her mouth when she made contact. She drank it all in, pressing her finger hard against the tiny hole, gaining the tiniest bit of entry, and he shot even fiercer into her mouth. The guttural groan that ripped from his throat was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

  “God, Hannah, where did you learn that?” His shuddering orgasm complete, he withdrew himself from her and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, licking the remaining drops of cum away with her tongue. “Fuck, that was sexy as hell.”

  She smiled and stood up, brushed the bits of gravel away from her knees. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

  “I’ve never even thought of having someone do that to me.” He quickly pulled his underwear and pants back up and then hauled her close. His hands moved to lift the back of her dress and she smiled up at him.

  “I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you, Colin. I’m ready—I want it all.”

  “Right now it’s your turn,” he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips, his tongue curling into her mouth.

  She was sure he could taste himself but it didn’t seem to bother him and she liked that. She wanted to taste herself on his lips too, though she had tasted herself before when she masturbated, licking her fingers for extra wetness.

  There was no need for extra wetness tonight. His eyes widened when his hands encountered nothing but her bare ass, and his fingers sank between her legs, dipping into her sopping cunt.

  “You’re so wet!”

  “All for you, Colin,” she whispered, then paused, shocked at what she was about to ask. “I…I want you to eat me.”

  “Turn around,” he commanded and she did so, thrilling at the roughness in his voice.

  He pushed her against the wall. Her breasts flattening against the cool exterior, she shivered with anticipation. He brought her hands up so they rested against the rough brick and he flipped her dress up and over her bare ass.

  A cool breeze washed over her enflamed skin and she shivered, more from the idea that Colin watched her so blatantly. His large hands massaged the fleshy cheeks of her ass, the tips of his fingers teasing her more-than-ready pussy, and she waggled her rear at him. Begging for more without saying a word.

  He dropped to his knees and she could feel his warm breath caress her swollen pussy lips. She closed her eyes, wanting to concentrate on the sensation of a man licking her most intimate area for the first time.

  “So beautiful, so pink and wet and ready for me. Are you ready for me, Hannah?” His fingers slid along her slit, the barest of touches amongst her saturated folds and she shivered, nodded her head vigorously.

  “Yes, yes I am, Colin. Please!” A sob escaped past her throat but there was no room for embarrassment now. She wanted this man to go down on her, fuck her, do whatever he pleased to her all night long.

  He kissed her throbbing pussy, a lingering, open-mouthed kiss that had her moaning into the darkness. Then he licked, pointing his tongue so it drove into her tight little hole. She thrust back against him, her entire body tingling, the orgasm already starting to build deep within her. He attacked her pussy with unrestrained vigor, his lips sucking her clit, his tongue and teeth everywhere. Her breaths were ragged, her mewling cries coming over and over again and then she was coming over and over again. Her entire body shaking, her inner walls contracting around the thick fingers Colin had plunged deep inside her.

  Her self-induced orgasms once she’d put the necklace on had been nothing compared to the one she’d just experienced by Colin’s mouth. Her chest heaved with exertion, her pussy tingled, her entire body radiated with sensation. Delicious, delicious sensation.

  He stayed there for a moment, his hands smoothing up and down the heated skin of her ass as if to calm her. She took deep breaths, tried to calm her out-of-control heart rate, her body still shaking from her orgasm. She was anxious to leave, go to her place or his and indulge in this man privately.

  All night long.

  “You’re so responsive,” he murmured as he began to rise, pressing a kiss at the base of her spine.

  She shivered when his warm lips touched her skin, shivered more when his hands slid up her back. He stood straight and hauled her against him, turning her around so he could kiss her. Soft, reassuring kisses that had her wanting more, excited to taste herself on his mouth.

  “It’s the necklace,” she finally said, breaking away from his tempting mouth. She traced his full lips with her index finger, gazing with awe up at his handsome face.

  He was truly a beautiful man. What was he doing with her? Was it only the power of the Virgin Blood’s Jewels or did he really want the woman who wore them? She didn’t know.

  Right now, she told herself she really didn’t care. Already her body hungered for more, hungered for his touch, his cock to fill her.

  “It’s not just the necklace.” Colin kissed her again then yanked her dress down over her butt. “Let’s go back to my place, Hannah. I want to make love to you properly.”

  There was no turning back and she didn’t want to. With a smile, she followed him to his car, her entire body buzzing in anticipation. Ready to be thoroughly fucked.

  Chapter Five

  Colin’s tiny house was sparsely furnished, Hannah noticed as she glanced around. Stacks of boxes stood in the corners of the small rooms that he led her through and she wondered if he had just moved in.

  “Do you not stay here much?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

  He shrugged, flicking on the overhead light in his bedroom. “I’m out in the shed most of the time working on my sculptures. I converted it into my studio. I really only come inside to eat, shower and sleep.”

  The house may have been sparse but his bed was certainly luxurious. King-sized and covered with a sumptuous comforter and a pile of pillows, it appeared comfortable, intimate.

  She shivered, knowing that in minutes she would be stripped naked and lounging across this man’s bed. With said man pressed against her, taking her in the most primitive way a man could take a woman.

  Hannah couldn’t wait.

  “I really had no idea you were the artist featured at the show tonight.”

  Colin smiled and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it onto an overstuffed chair. “We only met today and I never told you I was a sculptor.”

  “Your work is beautiful.” It was. She wouldn’t mind buying a piece or two, especially if she was never going to see this man again after tonight. If that was the case, she wanted to have a least something tangible to remember him by.

  A little voice inside her head told her the possibility was there that she could have a forever kind of relationship with this m
an, but her sensible side wanted to laugh out loud. No way would he want to be with her after just one night. What happened once she took the necklace off? She’d return to the same simple, shy woman she’d always been.

  And there was no way she could keep the necklace. It was impossible.

  “Your work is beautiful too.” His eyes roved over her form and he smiled, the faintest dimple curving by his mouth. Her mouth went dry at the sight of it.

  Goodness, he was gorgeous. Her body flooded with warmth at the sight of him so casually unbuttoning his dress shirt. His gaze never left hers as he pulled the shirt from his arms and added it to the rumpled jacket on the chair.

  He stood before her in nothing but black pants and her eyes wandered over his chest, taking in the rippling muscles, the ridged stomach, the dark blond dusting of hair across his bronzed skin. So beautiful, he reminded her of a marble sculpture of a Roman god. She couldn’t wait to touch him, learn his body intimately.

  “Undress,” he said, his tone low, shimmering across her nerve endings.

  She did so without hesitation, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it drop to the floor before she stepped out of it. She wore nothing underneath, not even a bra, and her skin heated as his piercing blue eyes wandered over her, drank her in.

  His gaze settled on the necklace and she lifted her hand, her fingers playing with the stones, feeling them pulse and pound against her skin. Her fingers burned, the burn shooting through her bloodstream, making her restless, yearning for the man who stood before her.

  It took everything she had not to fling herself at him and beg him to fuck her.

  “Leave the necklace on.”

  Of course. If she had her way, she would never take it off. Ever. The necklace felt as if it belonged to her. She couldn’t bear to think of it in the hands, on the neck of someone else.

  How she wished it was hers now. Hers and hers alone.

  “Lie down on the bed.”

  His commanding tone was a complete turn-on. It made her want to be dominated by him, have him tell her what to do, handle her roughly, make her take everything he wanted to give her. She draped herself across the bed, propping herself on her elbows amongst the pillows and spreading her legs invitingly. Wanting to give him a peek at what lay nestled between her thighs.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, his gaze seeming to caress the skin between her legs.

  “It’s all yours to do with what you want,” she said, sliding her fingers between her folds, stimulating herself. Cream flooded her pussy at her own touch, at his hot eyes watching her.

  His breathing grew ragged as she continued to touch herself, and she was so unbearably aroused at having him watch. Her pussy was slick and tingly and she could easily bring herself to orgasm but she chose to wait, wanted to give him the honor.

  She watched him watching her, imagined his thick fingers searching her pussy, plunging deep inside her. His gaze drifted again to the necklace lying against her throat and she smiled, wanted to purr with pleasure when she felt the stones tremble and pulse against her skin. They really did feel as if they were coming alive. The more aroused she became, the more they pulsed and beat, as if with a heart of their own.

  “They’re moving,” Colin said with awe, stepping closer to the bed.

  Hannah nodded and lay back against the pillows, touching the gold chain, rolling a stone between her fingers. Just touching it sent radiating heat throughout her body. “It’s been doing that since I put it on.”

  “Amazing!” He joined her on the bed, stretched along beside her and reached out, his hand hovering above the necklace. “May I?”

  She nodded and his fingers brushed against the chain, making her close her eyes. The necklace throbbed mightily at his touch, as did her body, and she undulated against the bed, her fingers beginning to move faster between her legs.

  “Can you feel that?” He was breathless, in shock. She could tell but she couldn’t answer him, too overwhelmed with sensation.

  He dipped his head, his warm, wet mouth pressing kisses to her throat where the necklace lay and she cried out. She touched her clit with a single finger, flicking and circling, her hips moving in time with the throb of the necklace. Her cunt clenched and she stilled, her entire body concentrating on the trembling in her womb and then she fell apart, her orgasm radiating from deep within her pussy and throughout her limbs.

  Colin continued to lick and nip her neck, his fingers joining hers between her swollen pussy lips, thrusting deeply within her. She screamed and came again, her body racked with tremors, nearly blacking out from the extreme pleasure.

  When her trembling subsided, she opened her eyes to find Colin staring down at her, an expression of utter amazement on his face. He pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth and her lips clung to his, didn’t want him to stop. He tasted wonderful, his tongue a warm, slow glide against hers and she slipped her arms around him, holding him close.

  Never wanted to let him go.

  “I have an idea,” he said against her lips.

  “What?”

  He pulled away from her, his fingers going again to the necklace. “I want to take it off.”

  “No, please! Don’t—”

  “Shh.” He shook his head, a tiny smile curving his sensuous lips. “It won’t go too far away from you, I promise. Trust me, Hannah.”

  She did. Didn’t quite understand how she could trust a man she’d just met but she did. Without another word, she rolled over, presenting her back to him and he unclasped the necklace, pulling it away from her neck. She released a shuddering breath, tried to ignore her increased heartbeat but she couldn’t.

  Her body felt empty without the pulsing stones pressed against her skin.

  “Roll onto your back, Hannah,” he whispered with his sexy, husky voice.

  Hannah rolled over, her entire body trembling, gooseflesh breaking out all over her skin. Colin’s eyes flared with dark blue fire, the necklace dangling from his fingers, glittering at her, beckoning her and she reached out, wanting to touch it.

  He jerked his hand away and shook his head. She pouted and looked away from him, unable to stand it. This was pure torture, what he was doing to her. She wanted the necklace back, wanted to feel it caress her skin, wanted it to feed her with the sexual desire she knew it gave her. She couldn’t bear to have it gone for even a second.

  And then it was touching her—he was touching her, drawing the necklace across her shoulders, down one arm then the other. The stones tumbled across her skin, seeming to spark her flesh to life wherever they went, and she gasped.

  “Feels good?” His voice was a low murmur sounding along her nerve endings, making her shiver much like the necklace did.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered, breathing out a long sigh as he drew the necklace across her breasts, the stones rubbing against her taut nipples.

  “Your nipples are as red as the garnets.” As soon as the words were spoken, his mouth was on her breast, his tongue licking, lips drawing in a nipple and a part of the necklace at the same time.

  She cried out, her hands plunging into his silky soft hair, holding him to her. His mouth continued its gentle assault, sucking deeply, his tongue playing the stones across her nipple. Her skin felt like it was on fire and she writhed beneath him, barely able to control herself when he released the nipple from his mouth and turned his attention to the other. The sensation of his warm, wet mouth as his lips sucked the sensitive flesh, his tongue playing the hot stones across her already enflamed skin—all of it so much, too much, and just like that she climaxed again, her body shaking with the sweet orgasm.

  * * * * *

  Colin couldn’t get over her reaction to the necklace. She’d come multiple times already and he hadn’t even entered her yet.

  He pulled the necklace from his mouth, the warm stones pulsing with life in the palm of his hand. His grandfather had been right, though he hadn’t gone into too much detail when he’d told him the story so long ago.
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  The necklace definitely had power when the right people were involved. His grandfather had experienced it with the woman who became his wife, Colin’s grandmother. They had lost it in a storm, so long ago, right after they married, but his grandfather said by then it hadn’t mattered. The two of them had been so much in love they didn’t need it, though he did admit they had missed its sexual enhancement.

  Hannah lay sprawled beneath him, her pale skin rosy and lush, her breasts quivering, her pebbled red nipples still damp and glistening from his mouth. Her lids lifted, those deep brown eyes glowing at him as she cupped her breasts in her hands, rubbing her nipples with her thumbs. She looked sated…a sexy, satisfied woman.

  “That felt wonderful.”

  “What I have planned next is gonna feel even fucking better.” Before he continued, he needed to strip off the rest of his clothes. With hurried movements, he hopped off the bed, shucked his pants and socks and then joined his beautiful temptress once again.

  Her hand had moved back down between her legs, her fingers playing with her pussy and he could hear it. Could hear her juicy wetness, the suctioning of her inner walls as her finger moved in and out of her tiny hole.

  Fuck, his cock was so hard, so ready to burst he had to grit his teeth, tell himself to get it together.

  He slid down the bed until he lay between her spread legs. Pressing a kiss to her glistening pink pussy, he removed her hand to get an unrestricted view of her gorgeous cunt.

  Raining kisses along her inner thighs, he spread her legs wider, as wide as they could go. The rosy hole between her succulent ass cheeks beckoned him and he bent his head, circling his tongue around the ridged entrance.

  “Oh!” She jumped and he pressed the palm of his hand against her mound to keep her still.

  “Do you trust me, Hannah?” The necklace throbbed in his other hand and he dangled it from his fingers, drew it across her slick pussy, gathering her cream.

  “Yes, Colin, yes! You know I do.” She thrashed her head back and forth across the pillow, her expression one of extreme ecstasy. How he wished he could sculpt her, capture this moment in copper.