Pressing herself against his hand, Jess reached down, cupping his trouser-clad crotch in return. ‘You feel pretty tree-like to me now. I … well … I think you’re probably as big as the vibrator.’
Disturbingly, that was true. He felt huger than ever, so much bigger than where he was supposed to enter. And yet, even though there was apprehension too, a greater curiosity, and boiling desire, still overpowered it.
Her vagina, pussy, sex, call it whatever she would … well, it was meant to accommodate a man, wasn’t it? Hymens were meant to be breached, and girls not much more than half her age were losing their virginities every day, and were probably very glad to be rid of them.
‘Well, thank you for that. A man likes to hear that he’s impressive … even if he isn’t.’ Beneath her hand, his cock seemed to nod as if affirming that.
‘Oh, but you are impressive.’
‘Sweetheart, I think you’d probably be quite easily impressed at this stage of your sexual education. Certainly if you’ve never seen or touched a man with a full hard-on before.’
‘True,’ she said, feeling her state of excitement wandering away from her.
But, as if he’d sensed the little dip, Ellis began to kiss her again, light and feathery, exploring and teasing. Gentle, but also assured and competent. Jess smiled beneath his lips, welcoming back her arousal. God, he was clever. He knew just what to do and he could read her like a book. Which was scary, but also reassuring.
At least one of us knows exactly what to do.
10
‘Do you fantasise, Jess? Do you imagine what sex is like? Most women do … even virgins, I’m told.’
It was her deepest, darkest secret, apart from actually being a virgin, but to her surprise, she wanted to tell him. She wanted to clear away the baggage of keeping things to herself, and keeping herself to herself. He wasn’t Mr Right. She might not see him again after tonight, but there was some kind of bond between them, and there’d be an even stronger one, if not long-lasting, when she’d given him her virginity.
‘Yes, I do have fantasies,’ she said, surprising herself with the firmness of her voice. A miracle when he was inveigling his clever fingertips back between her sex lips. ‘I … I was a late-starter, what with one thing … ooh … and another …’ Stroking, stroking, stroking, he kept on stroking. ‘But lately, I’ve been fantasising a lot … and … masturbating quite a bit too. More and more as time’s been passing.’ She bit her lip. Oh God, it felt so good, so amazing. Different to when she touched herself, but crazy-crazy-good. ‘I … I thought I’d better make some pleasure for myself because it was beginning to look as if I might have missed the boat, Mr Right-wise.’
‘Well, clearly all the men you’ve met so far must be idiots, or blind or something. How could they not want to seduce a goddess like you?’ His fingertip pushed against her entrance again for a moment, but this time she pushed back against it, lifting her hips. ‘Steady, gorgeous … steady … I’m going to make you come first. At least once. It’ll relax you.’
‘Is that a fact?’ Christ Almighty, she was almost there, especially when he returned his devilish fingers to her clit, resting two against it, then stroking in long, firm, toe-curl-inducing glides.
‘Well, that’s the theory.’ Was there a slight waver in his all-conquering, all-confident façade there? Perhaps not.
‘Actually …’ She gasped, her breath taken by the tingling, singing precursor to pleasure. ‘There have been men who probably wanted to seduce me. But I didn’t want to be seduced.’
‘Until now.’
‘Until now,’ she affirmed, grabbing at him, at his shirt, his arms, fingernails digging in, ‘so consider yourself honoured to be chosen.’ Her hips jerked, jamming her sex against his hand.
‘I do … I do, Jess …’ He looked down on her, his eyes glinting, his lush mouth curved in an arch smile. ‘Now … come for me, gorgeous. Come for me. Give it up for Mr Wrong. For Mr Sex …’
That did it. The laughter, again, tipped her over. Crying out, she soared, her centre rippling and pulsing, her heart on fire. The pleasure seemed to go on and on, buffeting her on a high, ever-peaking wave, before finally casting her ashore … in Ellis’s arms.
Oh my God! She’s amazing!
Cradling Jess in his arms, he hoped that she didn’t notice the fact that he was probably shaking as much as she was.
It was a long time since he’d been with a woman who responded like that. Perhaps even ever. Her body was a natural for pleasure. Her reactions unscripted, and unmodified. She was a seductress without trying or even knowing that working hard at it was a thing.
You’re a lucky man, McKenna. Happening on a peach like this when you were least looking for one. What a special and erotic woman you are, Jess Lockhart.
He stroked her brow, smoothing back her hair. Her forehead was broad, the skin there like cream. Long black lashes kissed her cheeks, veiling her eyes and her emotions, and frustrating his need to know how she felt.
‘You okay, Jess?’ He kissed each cheek, then her brow, running his fingertip along her jawline.
Her eyes snapped open, huge and shimmering, the brown irises like chocolate in crystal.
‘Yes … very okay … thank you.’ Her voice was almost transparent. She was still half out of it, not yet back on earth.
‘Do you want to take a break? Chill a while?’
Please say no! he commanded silently, though he’d known he had to ask. I can’t wait. I want you now. I’m going mad.
It was true. He was. Though he loved sex, and liked it often, he was aware of the superficiality of his relationship with fucking. It was an escape. A release. A pleasure shared with a willing woman, an equal exchange between two consenting partners.
But this … this was different. It was as if he was in an alien land, and though he liked it, that sensation of being a little out of his comfort zone unnerved him.
‘Hell no!’ Jess sat up, shaking him off. ‘I want it all. I’m not a fainting virgin even if I am a virgin and I feel as if I just fainted.’ She gave him piercing look, her beautiful eyes narrowed. ‘I’m not turning back now, and I don’t want to wait. I want to see what it’s all about, and I want to know if you’re as good as you seem to be … Mr Sex.’ Her face crinkled in a grin. ‘I love that. Mr Sex … it’s perfect for you.’ Grabbing at the front of his shirt, she pushed it off his shoulders.
‘All off, eh?’ He affected a stripper’s shimmy. ‘Your wish is my command, beautiful. There’s nothing I’d like more than to get naked with you.’
Divested of his shirt, he slipped to his feet beside the bed and unfastened his trousers. Letting them drop, he stepped out of the pool of dark tailoring, then rested his fingertips at the hem of his jersey trunks. He tried not to grin too much. Jess herself was doing a valiant job of trying not to stare exclusively at his crotch and the way his bulging cock was tenting out his underwear. Her gaze skittered from his chest, to his shoulders, then hurtled down his body at top speed, skating over the critical area.
Then she frowned. ‘What’s wrong with your foot? What are those scars?’
The question surprised him. Even though his left foot occasionally bugged him, he never thought about the scars themselves, and his other lovers had never seemed to mention them.
‘I was born with a club foot. I had to have an operation and it went a bit wrong, so I had to have another and another …’ The pain was a dim memory now, but sometimes there was still a dull ache, and a peculiar sensitivity in the skin of his left foot that felt oh so much better when he went without socks. ‘That’s why I often go sockless when I can … That foot’s a bit sensitive to pressure.’
‘Does it hurt now?’ In spite of everything, there was a sweet and genuine concern in her eyes. For a moment he entertained a mad fantasy of her falling to her knees before him, and smothering the foot in question with kisses, but he pushed it aside. It wasn’t his foot that wanted attention now, it was the area she was still studiously av
oiding looking at.
‘Shall I take these off?’ he said, flicking the waistband of his underwear and flashing her his most wolfish grin. ‘There’s nothing in them that should shock you if you’ve done life drawing.’
‘In case it’s slipped your mind, I did say that none of the models I’ve drawn have ever been in quite the state you are!’ Doing a shoulder roll of her own, she slithered completely out of the short kimono. Ellis had to make a fist of his hands, and dig his nails into his palms. It was either that or come in his trunks at the way her lovely breasts moved with the action. Her nipples were dark, and delicately pointed.
‘Well then!’ she said, nodding towards his cock.
He hesitated.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I shy all of a sudden?
Ellis was proud of his body. He swam and cycled, and even ran regularly. The issue with his foot actually seemed to benefit from running rather than the opposite. He was in the best shape of his life at the moment, and he knew he wasn’t lacking in the cock department either. So why was he shilly-shallying about with his shorts still on, acting as if he were the virgin, not Jess?
In a swift, rough, less than graceful move, he tugged down his underwear, stepped out of it, and kicked it away.
‘Yikes,’ was all she said, her eyes wide.
‘I hope that’s a good “yikes”,’ he said, settling on the bed beside her, his cock almost touching her thigh.
‘Sort of … but it … you … well, you’re bigger than I was anticipating.’ She was looking at his nether regions now, her eyes wide with an amalgam of curious fascination, and yes, a bit of alarm. ‘You’re definitely bigger than my vibrator and …’ A divinely cute blush was forming over her chest and in her cheeks. ‘Well, that won’t fit …’ She glanced away for a moment. ‘I suppose I should have persevered … but I didn’t.’
A qualm of doubt gripped him. He was going to hurt her, there was no way around that. But he wanted her to feel good. Mostly for her, but a little bit for his own male ego too. He didn’t like to fail.
But you failed Julie. You weren’t there. Maybe you could have saved her and the girls.
The spear of pain shot through him, and for a dark moment, he imagined his cock softening. It didn’t, but he imagined it. Metaphorically, he gave himself a sharp slap across the face. All the more reason to get on with the job in hand; initiating Jess happily into the pleasures of fucking, while drowning himself in sensation at the same time.
‘There’s a difference between a man and an inanimate object. Well, sometimes not a lot, but in this instance some.’ He slid onto the bed beside her, and taking her hand, placed it upon him. ‘The cock is a greedy organ, but if its owner can stay in charge, it can be a well-mannered one too.’
Jess blinked, staring intently at her hand, and at him. She nibbled her lower lip. Ellis nearly howled with desire, her touch was so heavenly. Especially when she very lightly ran her fingertips up and down him.
‘Mm … oh, that’s good, Jess. Just right. Not too strong, not too half-hearted. Are you sure you’ve not handled one of these before?’
‘No. Never.’ Her thumb glided around him, slipping neatly into the groove beneath his glans. Good holy God, oh God, how did she know to do that?
‘Oh yes, you gorgeous girl, yes …’
Girl? No, she wasn’t one really. Just young in delicacy and innocence and sweet instinct.
For a few moments, he let her explore, and try different strokes. It was sublime, but he had to fight an inner battle with himself not to demand more, to thrust through her grip, command her to bring him off and watch the pearls of his semen jet onto her belly. Eventually, he took her hand from him, bringing it to his lips, saluting it with a kiss as he tasted his own flavour on her fingers.
‘I wasn’t too rough, was I?’ She was frowning.
Ellis leant forward and kissed her brow, smoothing the lines. ‘No. It was just right. Perfect. Just how I like it.’ He gently stroked her fingers. ‘And I’m not bullshitting you. I’m not just saying that. I love the way you touch me.’
Was that a line? Maybe just the tiniest. But she was good. She was damned good.
And now he wanted more …
Jess had a feeling that Ellis actually was bullshitting her. But she didn’t mind. She’d choose to believe she’d got it right. It had certainly seemed the way to touch him. She hadn’t had to think about it. Her fingers had just moved almost without conscious direction.
Maybe I am a natural?
Or maybe it was because she had such fabulous material to work with! Such fabulous big material. She couldn’t suppress a shiver.
Ellis cupped her jaw and kissed her again, feathering his tongue against her lips and then pushing it in when she parted them. Him … in her. Just like down below, soon. He kissed her long and deep, thrusting with his tongue, almost as if he was acclimatising her to the idea of penetration.
‘Do you want to try it now?’ he whispered, the breath from the words soughing against her jaw. ‘If you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay. I’ll bring you off again, and then you can do me. That’d be good too.’
‘No! I’ve told you. I want it. I don’t want to wait any more. Now’s the time.’ She laughed, to quell her nervousness. ‘Then when I’m an old lady I’ll be able to scandalise my grandchildren by telling them I had my first ever fuck with a billionaire!’
‘Well, that’ll make for one helluva “you kids today” story,’ he said, looking down on her with a grin, ‘although I must tell you … My family has billions but I’m not sure I’m worth that much as an individual. Well, not all the time …’
‘In that case, you’d better leave. I’m only giving it up for a billionaire!’
Ellis rolled on top of her, kissing her ferociously. ‘Wicked minx … I thought you were after me for my pretty face and my gorgeous body.’
What am I after him for? Am I even after him at all? I just want him …
‘Who says I’m after you specifically? I just want to lose my virginity and you happen to be handy.’ She settled her hand on his cock again, and gasped. Bloody hell, the thing was hotter and harder than ever!
‘Let’s get to it then,’ he growled, lunging at her for another long kiss, and running his hands up and down her body. ‘Do you have any lube? I’m guessing you might, if you’ve been experimenting with your vibrator …’
Yes, she did. ‘There’s some in the drawer, to your right.’
When she’d returned from the bathroom, she’d noticed he’d put condoms on the bedside table, and wondered about the lubricant. It made sense to be as super-slippery as possible.
‘Good girl. That’ll make things so much easier.’ He paused, and to her astonishment, Jess saw that he was blushing ever so slightly. ‘Do you … have you used tampons?’
‘Yes. For years.’
‘Good. That might make things easier too.’
Jess had never expected a cross-questioning, but it was actually reassuring, very reassuring, to be with a man who didn’t seem to want to charge in blindly at her and leave everything to luck. A man who actually seemed far more concerned about her experience than his own.
‘So … you don’t subscribe to the wham, bam, thank you ma’am approach then?’ she asked as he rolled back and pulled open the drawer, twisting to look inside it.
‘That’s for cavemen,’ he pronounced, fishing out the tube in question. ‘I pride myself on being a modern, reconstructed man. Now, open your legs, woman, and let me grease you up!’
Jess giggled. And then gasped and then sighed as he applied the silky goo with delicious, teasing strokes, making the readying into a gorgeous pleasure-feast in itself.
Within a few seconds she was rippling; a mini orgasm, her trembling flesh awash with gel.
‘Good, that’s good,’ he crooned as she wriggled against the mattress, loving the sensations. ‘Now, hold that thought.’ He reached for a condom packet and tore it open.
‘Shall I do that?’ s
he asked, but he was already rolling the rubber down his length, fitting it carefully.
‘No, baby … Just touch yourself, keep stirring the good feelings.’
In a moment, he was sheathed, and lying against her, the silky-fine rubber of the contraceptive brushing her leg. Sliding his hand down her inner thigh, he parted her legs wide, then, in a graceful move, got between them. His cock lay against her sex, pointing and high, as he kissed her again, and reached down to stroke her pussy.
‘It might hurt,’ he whispered, ‘but not too much I hope. It’ll be better if you can relax, not tense up, not fight me.’ His fingers were right at the heart of her, at her entrance … adjusting himself. ‘Just one good thrust. That’ll be easier than a whole lot of anxious pushing and prodding about.’
‘You say the most romantic things, Mr Sex.’ In spite of the critical moment, she found herself grinning again, and it seemed to take hold of her. She was giggling at life’s absurdity when Ellis jerked his hips and shoved imperiously, entering her body in that one good thrust, swift and confident.
‘Yowch! Ouch!’ It hurt, a keen, sharp and spiky sensation, and yet somehow she was still laughing as he slid in deeply.
‘Sorry … sorry … sorry …’ He was gasping. Panting. Good grief, he was the tense one, not her.
‘No … it’s okay … It hurts a little bit, but it’s okay.’
Ellis held still, inside her, his entire body as rigid as his sex. He was taking his weight on his elbows, so as not to squish her.
‘You’re wonderful,’ he said, the words low and raw against her neck. His face was buried there, his lips against her hair. ‘You feel wonderful. So tight and warm … Oh thank you, Jess, thank you, thank you, thank you.’
Thank you too. Thank you for this. I’m glad it’s you.
It was all strange though. Being part of one joined-together person almost. Minds completely separate, yet bodies as close as two ever were. Suddenly she realised she was shaking, unable to get over the idea that a part of Ellis was inside her. People did this every day, but it was astounding to her, like something she’d just imagined happening that could never be real.
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