‘So … what do you like? The Story of O? Henry Miller? Anäis Nin?’
She laughed, even though he was tackling the buttons of her cardigan, using one hand with amazing dexterity. ‘No, they’re mostly stories about handsome and domineering billionaire sex maniacs if you must know!’
It was Ellis’s turn to laugh, as he prised open her cardigan, and revealed her bra. Jess was acutely aware that the bra was rather thin and her nipples stood out like little corks, clearly visible through it.
Dumbo, they’re supposed to do that. That’s why you chose this bra? Why be so bashful?
‘You mean, like me?’ He started stroking her nipples through the sheer fabric.
No, not like him. Not like him at all. There was no man like him. Ellis was tricky and clearly liked his own way, but there was something almost sweet at the heart of his considerable charm and powerful charisma.
‘No, the guys in the books are a bit on the arrogant side for my taste.’ She caught her breath as he delicately closed his finger and thumb on her nipple for an instant, making her hips jerk. ‘You’re arrogant, Ellis McKenna. Arrogant as hell … but you’re, well … you’re more human somehow.’
‘I’m glad you think so.’ He gave her a sultry, heavy-lidded look. ‘Shall we sit down? I think this will all be so much more pleasant if we’re comfortable.’ He guided her towards one of the lush, cushion strewn sofas. When she sat, he took her by the shoulders and urged her to lie back against the deep upholstery. She tried to reach for him, but he took her hands, one by one, and set them on the seat at her sides. ‘Let me do the work,’ he said softly, leaning in, his breath warm against the side of her face.
‘Are you trying to take charge of me, like the men in the books?’ She wanted to embrace him, but her hands were tied by invisible bands, as if he’d shackled her. Energy gathered in her loins, and she wanted to touch herself, but she couldn’t. She wanted to rock about, to give herself some ease, but he hadn’t given her permission to.
‘Might be,’ he said, nipping at her ear, then tugging with his teeth. How the hell could that have an effect between her legs? And yet it seemed to, stoking the need. ‘So, these book guys … did the fact that they were dominant excite you? Did you play the same scenarios in your own fantasies?’
‘No …’ Liar! ‘Well, maybe a little bit. But it’s hard to imagine the complex stuff when you haven’t even passed the first, simple test.’
He plucked at her nipples again, first one, then the other, more assertively this time. ‘Well, you’ve passed that with flying colours now, Jess. You’re already a star pupil. Do you want to progress?’
Her mouth was dry, and her heart was thudding. Below, desire gouged at her, yet still she was unsure. She wanted something, but didn’t want to run before she could walk.
‘I don’t know … maybe. On some level. But I think I’m a feminist really, well, a bit of a one. Generally, I don’t much like the idea of men having the upper hand.’ She clenched her fists beside her, and immediately, he reached out and unclenched them for her, spreading her fingers flat on the cushions, the action firm yet caressing.
‘How about if it was just for a strictly specified period, and the moment you stopped enjoying it, you could just say “cut”?’ His eyes were so brilliant, she hardly dare look at them, yet she couldn’t turn away. He wasn’t smiling, but there was the ghost of it around his beautiful lips.
‘That might be all right,’ she whispered. It was hard to breathe. The weight of anticipation and wanting seemed to press all over her body. ‘But wouldn’t that mean I was really the one in charge of the game?’
Suddenly, she found herself smiling back at him. They were already playing some sort of game, and it dawned on her that she liked it. She liked it a lot.
‘The game? Oh, Jess, you get it don’t you? Yes, you’d be in charge, even though it’d seem as if the poor stupid man, namely me, was the one calling the shots.’ He lifted one of her inert hands to his lips and kissed it passionately, covering its entire surface, finger after finger, with the touch, touch, touch of his soft, velvety mouth.
‘Okay then, let’s do it.’
‘Very well.’ He paused, and it was long one, ramping up the tension. She almost thought he’d changed his mind, and she couldn’t see his eyes because he was still studying her hand.
But just when she was about to break the silence, he said, ‘Close your eyes.’
15
She was divine. Perfection. Her lush dark eyelashes floated down, right on cue. Ellis loved Jess’s glossy brown hair and the way it hung gracefully on her shoulders. Her face was an artist’s, fey, but also strong. Her special imagination was writ large in her clear, elegant features; she was both dreamy and determined. He nearly moaned aloud when she licked her lips, his cock lurching heavily.
Turning her hand, he kissed her palm again, opening his mouth and caressing it with his tongue.
‘Oh,’ she said, gasping, getting his drift. Her erotic imagination was precocious too, for a near virgin. Perhaps it was those books? He suspected that they had only piqued a sensuality that already ran deep.
‘Hush … Don’t speak. Keep it all in. Focus in on what I do to you. Don’t waste energy.’
She pursed her lips, swallowing. It was an effort for her to keep still, he could tell. She was bursting with erotic spirit, with desire.
Whipping off his jacket, he flung it away, then slid down to kneel on the carpet. With his hands on the insides of her knees, he parted her thighs to the limit that her slim-fitting skirt would allow. Her pussy, still hidden, seemed to call to him, inviting him to admire and touch and taste, but she was all delights to him, and the sight of her lovely breasts made him suppress the sort of gasp a randy schoolboy would have let out at the sight of them.
Jess wasn’t heavy-breasted, but she had sweet curves. A beautiful pair of handfuls, he thought with a smile. The smile broadened when he noted that the simple but pretty bra she was wearing fastened at the front.
Well done, beautiful girl. Smart thinking.
He popped the clasp, baring her. Her mouth worked, as if she was still fighting not to gasp or moan. He wanted to moan, himself. Her nipples were adorable, fiercely erect, dark, reddish brown and puckered. When he laid a fingertip against the left one, she did let out a gasp, and her whole body seemed to shudder finely.
‘Naughty, naughty … what did I tell you? Behave yourself, Jess.’
He touched her other nipple, flicking it lightly, and she moved slightly against the cushions, as if unable to keep still.
Good God, she was so exciting! Especially when her eyes suddenly snapped open and she gave him a slight, but deeply feminine smile. Despite her lack of experience, in every way that mattered she knew everything. She was a woman of power, indulging his foibles … because it pleased her to.
Her eyes closed again, but a ghost of the smile still lingered.
He stroked her nipples, toying with her, one moment gentle as a feather, the next, tweaking, almost pinching. She licked her lips again, and he almost leapt to his feet, tore open his trousers and crammed his cock into her mouth, the temptress! But he’d sworn to himself that before the hour was out, he’d introduce her to the flip side of the coin, before he asked for that bounty for himself.
Leaning in, he drew a nipple between his lips, and started to play that way too, sucking lightly, then fluttering with his tongue. She gasped and in his peripheral vision he could see her fingers twisting and clenching, clearly fighting the compulsion to grab him by the hair so she could control what he was doing.
But with more self-control than he might have exerted, she remained still. Even when he created a deep, drawing suction on the beautiful tip of her breast, almost moaning in his throat as her whole body shuddered.
Driven almost mad by her reaction, he maintained the intensity, reaching up to fondle the other nipple at the same time. She was rocking in her seat now, and despite his instructions, she reached for him, digging her
long, flexible fingers into his hair, and putting pressure on his scalp. It hurt a bit, it actually hurt, but as he mouthed her, he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be at that moment. The little pain almost made him harder, even though he’d never really had masochistic tendencies.
Switching to her other breast, he plagued her, exerting tiny retribution for what her fingertips were doing. She moaned, then with a sudden sharp cry, she curved forward, over him, burying her face in his hair, and kissing it.
‘You want to come, don’t you?’ he demanded against the feverish skin of her breast, blowing on it. ‘Admit it, Jess, admit it!’
‘Yes, I do, you monster! You know that!’ She was panting, gasping for breath. ‘Bloody hell, Mr Sex, I’m almost there already! I didn’t think it could happen this way.’
‘It doesn’t often,’ he said, lifting his face and looking up at her, awe-struck, ‘but you’re a miracle, gorgeous girl, a miracle of sexiness … One in a million.’
Her face flushed with desire, she smiled at him, half out of it with excitement, half supremely in control and triumphant. ‘If you say so.’
‘I do say it. But now I’m going to do something that just can’t fail to get you off.’ With one last kiss to her blushing bosom, he reached for the hem of her skirt, pushing it upwards.
16
Oh my, oh God, he was going to do that. He was going to put his glorious face between her legs and kiss her pussy.
Dream Lover had done it, of course, but there was a considerable difference between imagining what something was like and actually experiencing it. And somehow, being gone down on seemed more intimate even than fucking.
Sprawled on the deep upholstery, she was exposed to him, and soon she’d be more so. The ordinary but luxurious surroundings only ramped up the intensity. It seemed as if anyone could walk in any moment and see her exposed breasts, and now, her bare thighs.
‘Don’t worry, there’s nobody here but us, nor is there likely to be for the whole weekend.’ His fingertips glided up her legs. Her skirt was at her crotch now, and a second later, up around her waist. The light from the standard lamp just behind the couch created a golden pool around them, and made Ellis’s dark hair gleam when he dipped forward and kissed the base of her belly, his lips hot through her knickers.
‘Divine,’ he murmured, but Jess didn’t know whether he was praising her posh new underwear – that she’d fooled herself she wasn’t buying just in case she ever saw him again – or the slight curve of her belly or her eau de toilette … or even the faint odour of her excited sex.
She didn’t care. Whatever it was, the heat in his voice filled her with a potent cocktail of power and anticipation.
‘Now let’s get these off.’ Retreating a little way, he reached out to pluck at the elastic of her knickers, then pulled them down. The action was quick, almost ruthless, the product of his own obvious eagerness. When he’d bared her, he tossed away the flimsy garment and shuffled forward again, between her thighs, pressing them more open with his palms on their inner slopes.
Trembling again, Jess couldn’t look. She wanted to, but the sight was too decadent. Her inner vision defied her though, and showed her his intent expression as he admired her pubic curls, and the hungry fire in his eyes and the way he licked his lips. She clicked the shutter in her mind, imagining a sketch. One she might do for her own delectation, or for his. Maybe hers, on reflection, to remember this moment, when he was long gone.
No! Don’t think of that now.
‘Don’t worry,’ he repeated and she could feel his breath on her thighs and her belly, he was so close. ‘You’ll like this, Jess. I promise you …’ With his thumbs, he combed through the soft hair, making a parting, the ultimate exposure. Still, she saw it in her mind. Like any woman, she’d been curious, and looked, with a hand mirror.
Waiting, waiting, waiting for contact, she felt his breath again. He was blowing on her, making a tropic wind flutter across her clitoris. It was unbearably gorgeous, tantalising, plaguing. It made her want more. Much more. Devouring pleasure.
He moved in, but to the side, rubbing his soft stubble over the insides of her thighs, all the time inhaling, then exhaling, creating the zephyr. At the end of her tether, she grabbed him by his thick dark hair and imperiously conducted his mouth to her pussy.
Moisture met moisture. His tongue was bold and muscular, immediately licking her in long, comprehensive strokes, passing over her clit, but also exploring her folds and diving like a tease into the snug entrance to her vagina. As he probed there, his tongue a point now, he settled his thumb squarely on her clitoris and rocked it in a circle.
‘Oh God! Oh God!’ she wailed as he manipulated and probed, teased and rubbed, triggering a climax that howled through her like a hurricane, hard and intense, as if she’d been waiting for it for years. Maybe she had? Soaring, she couldn’t think, but she could feel and sense that she’d never had an orgasm quite like this … at her own hand or with this man who had his face between her legs.
Her eyes snapped open and she could see concentration on his face, through the haze of bliss. And a frown too, of pain. She was pulling his hair.
‘Sorry!’ she gasped, still riding the wave. It was difficult to force her fingers to release him, messages getting mixed and muddled along her nerves.
But she managed to.
‘Thank God for that,’ he gasped against her tender membranes, laughing as he still lashed her with his tongue. For a moment, he pulled back, shaking his head, maybe to ease the pain at the roots of his hair, then he dived in again, licking, licking, licking.
‘Ellis … please … I want you in me now. Fuck me, please!’
Lifting his face again, he grinned, his sea-coloured eyes flashing as if lit by lightning. ‘As you command, Mistress Jess.’ Taking her by the hips, he shuffled her down onto the thick rug set before her sofa. It should have been awkward and laughable, but somehow she descended with a modicum of grace, settling on her bottom.
Ellis moved like a god, even when he was crawling about on the floor, working to unfasten his trousers and shimmy out of them, and his underwear.
‘Have you got a condom?’ He wasn’t the type, she sensed, to ever forget such things, but the whole having sex thing was all so new to her that she couldn’t help but ask.
‘Of course,’ he answered with a gentle grin. He was ragingly aroused, his cock like a thick ruddy bar, hungry to possess her, but he was a kind man too. A man she could always trust that he’d take care of her. ‘Trouser pocket.’ He nodded, indicating she should get out the contraceptive, while he pulled cushions from the settee down onto the floor with them.
Strangely, it didn’t seem odd to be sitting on a rug with her breasts and pussy on show, searching for contraceptives, while an equally half-naked man lounged back and watched her. She fumbled, though, when Ellis idly took himself in hand and started stroking his length. He clearly didn’t need any extra stiffening, so he was just doing it for himself and because she aroused him.
Good heavens, I’m a goddess!
She prised the sheer but strong rubber tube out of its wrapper.
‘Want to put it on for me again? You have a lovely touch.’ With his cock in his fist, he seemed to be offering the star prize to her.
‘Okay. I do need the practice.’
Pinching the rubber tip, she positioned the contraceptive and rolled it down. It went on like a dream, no hesitation.
‘Next time you should try rolling it on with your mouth.’
Yikes.
‘I think that’s just a bit advanced for me as yet. Let’s put it on the task list for later, eh?’
Ellis smiled, then his long eyelashes fluttered. Jess realised he’d gone back to idly stroking his now-rubbered cock.
‘Mm … that’s nice,’ he said with a sigh. ‘But I think I need to be inside you pretty soon. I just can’t wait any longer to be up to my balls in your divine little puss.’
Jess shuffled around, preparin
g to lie back and open her thighs wide for him, but he halted her, taking her hand and conducting it to his cock.
‘Squeeze me. Just there.’ He folded her fingers around him, just beneath the glans and positioned her thumb just beneath the groove. ‘I’ve gotten myself a bit too excited, love. I need to slow down so I can last longer, and this’ll help.’ He exerted a light pressure, his thumb on hers.
Jess pressed lightly where he’d indicated, careful not to go at it too hard. Clumsy handling could hurt him and put him off altogether, and she was always mindful of her paucity of experience.
Ellis’s long lashes fluttered. ‘Mm … yes … that’s good. Just a little more, and I think we’ve got the beast tamed.’ His eyes flashed open again and he gave her a silky grin. ‘I want to last … to give you pleasure … not just go bang, bang, bang, oops, that’s the end of it.’
Still holding his cock, Jess looked at Ellis in wonder. She had no other men to compare him with, but received wisdom told her that most men would never be so honest about their sexual capabilities and performance. The proud alpha males in the books she’d read certainly never admitted that there was a possibility of premature ejaculation.
‘Am I being a bit too “human” for you? Admitting that I might not be a super-stud?’
Was it so obvious on her face? At his urging, she released his shaft, and relaxed back onto the thick rug. Ellis moved forward and placed a cushion beneath her head.
‘No … I like “human”.’ She paused, reaching for his shoulder, to pull him towards her. ‘I haven’t any experience, but I don’t expect you to be like the men in the books who go all night without a break and can get it up again within ten seconds of coming …’ But she grinned up at him as he reared over her, settling between her thighs, his heavy cock resting on her belly for a moment. ‘Although I have to say, you don’t do so badly. I think you’re probably about as near to the fantasy as a girl’s likely to get.’
‘Why thank you, Jess. You’re always very good for my ego.’ Resting his weight on one elbow, he reached down, took hold of his cock, and pressed it against her pussy. Jess gasped, when, instead of pushing into her, he started to rub the hard, latex-clad head of his penis round and round, using it as a sex toy almost, to pleasure her.
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