Though she would have been content if he’d only wanted her, the fact that he loved her made everything that was about to happen more than right. Michelle had a feeling it was going to be perfect.
Now the time had come for her lover—her first and her last—to discover them.
Joe stepped back from her after giving her a sweet, sweet kiss. Oh, the sparkle in his eyes—devil heat and angel heart—felt like a fine silky feather stroking her arousal. He took two steps toward the bed. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of the top of the bedding, coverlet and top sheet both, and, his gaze meeting hers, drew the linens down.
He came back to her, and once more kissed her, this touch a shade playful as he used his tongue to lightly stroke her lips.
“If I’d realized this was going to be your first time, sweetheart, I would have had candles, and flowers and music. I would have made it special for you.”
Michelle was a virgin, and what was about to unfold there in the privacy of this king room at the Hilton truly unknown to her. But one thing she did know beyond a doubt.
“There’s only one thing I need to make this special, Joe, and that’s you.”
He cupped her face and kissed her. His lips felt reverent on hers, and Michelle’s eyes drifted closed as she gave herself over to the wonder of his kiss. Her tongue caressed his, and she thought the sensuous glide and slide seemed like a dance, a delicate waltz they performed to music only the two of them could hear.
Joe moved his hands over her, and her heart thudded in her chest at the gossamer caress. Her nipples turned rock hard, as if they strained forward, as if they had a mind of their own and could court his touch.
“I need to see you, sweetheart.”
His fingers worked quickly to release the buttons of her blouse. Nerves and need held her still, as he used a sweeping motion to push the garment off her. Rather than let her blouse fall to the floor, he laid it neatly across the bedside table.
She gulped hard, and despite the sexy lingerie, despite everything, her nerves bubbled to the surface. Her insecurities chose that moment to scream at her and she said, “I’m not beautiful.”
His gaze had been on her breasts, and when he raised his head she couldn’t doubt the impassioned fire blazing in his eyes.
“You are to me. You’re more than beautiful to me, sweetheart, you’re perfect.” He took her hand, kissed it, and then brought it down and placed it on his cock.
Oh my God, I didn’t know they came that big!
“You do this to me, and you have for months. I can’t wait to see, and touch and kiss every beautiful inch of you, sweetheart.”
He held her gaze for another moment, and Michelle felt herself begin to melt. Then he grinned and bent down just enough that he could kiss the top of her breasts protruding above her lacy bra.
Michelle shivered as tiny tendrils of delight raced over her flesh and through her body to her very core. Hot and horny, and feeling wild and wicked, desire consumed her, pulsing through her veins and beating her heart. Her hands no longer shook as they combed through his hair. She wanted to hold him there, right there, where the heat of his mouth, so close to her nipples, tantalized and teased.
He reached up and with just two fingers flicked the front clasp of the bra open. Her breasts spilled out of their confinement, and Joe made a pleased humming sound as he caught them in his hands. And then he nuzzled until his lips found her left nipple and he sucked it into his hot, wet mouth.
Michelle moaned as she felt her knees go weak. Joe slipped one arm around her waist. In the next instant the world tilted as he picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He laid her on the bed, released her nipple, and fastened his lips on hers.
She wound her arms around his neck and would have pulled him onto her, but he resisted. He proved his control of the kiss when he altered the seduction from openmouthed carnality to light butterfly kisses that he placed everywhere on her face.
She opened her eyes and had to smile in response to his huge grin. “I’m going to climb on you, baby, don’t you worry about that. Just let me get you naked, first.”
He must have fully understood how nervous she was at the prospect of letting him see her bare, because as his hands worked the button and zipper on the left side of her skirt, he kept his gaze locked on hers. Cool air kissed her flesh as that piece of clothing was taken from her, and set aside.
He let his gaze flick down. Wordlessly his eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and he inhaled through his teeth.
He couldn’t have done anything to set her more at ease, to assure her that he did indeed find her attractive, than that.
“God in Heaven, woman, you’re trying to kill me.”
Michelle giggled. “No, I think I was trying to seduce you.”
Joe gulped as he swallowed. “You succeeded.” Then he reached forward and brushed the back of his hand against the apex of her thighs.
Oh, God. The shimmery thrill felt like an electric shock that sizzled all over her body. Her flesh puckered everywhere. Her hips rolled to follow his caress, and she whimpered.
“I can smell your arousal, baby, and it’s getting me hotter than I’ve ever been.”
She felt his hands shake as he made very quick work of peeling her out of every scrap of clothing she wore. Then he stood, and Michelle expected to hear the sound of rending fabric, he stripped so fast.
Her gaze flicked down to his cock, and she felt her eyes widen. That part of him that would soon be hers stood erect and proud, the purple head swollen, with a tiny drop of moisture coating the top of it. He was huge!
Her breathing hitched and she shivered in awareness as he leaned over her. He slipped his hands under her ass and moved her further up onto the bed.
“I’ll fit inside you just fine, sweetheart. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She ran her hands up his arms. Bless him for asking, for bringing her focus back on what was most important. “I do trust you, and I love you.”
“You’re so beautiful, Michelle.” Joe crawled up the bed and kissed her. This kiss was as hot as the one he’d given her in the car earlier. Lush and long, his tongue stroked hers in a way that bordered on the forceful.
Michelle reveled in the hint of domination. She relished giving him everything she had, taking all that he would give in return.
He stretched out, half beside her, half above her, and she lost herself in the heat of him. Brazenly bold, she ran her hands over his body, up along his arms, then down his back. The solidness of him, the muscles she felt just there, flexing so subtly as he kissed her made her female bits hum in pleasure.
He eased back and ran his hand over her, across her breasts then down to her slit. He stroked her, using his fingers to brush against her pussy lips, then gently delved between them, just to her opening. Michelle bowed off the bed, the thrill of his touch sharp and sweet. Her breath choppy, she flexed her pelvic floor muscles and whimpered. She could feel her juices coat his fingers.
“You’re so hot and so wet for me, baby.”
“Please, Joe.” She reached down, all her shyness forgotten, until her hand found his cock. She could barely wrap her hand around him, and when she brushed her thumb over the top of his cockhead, she felt the satiny drop of pre-cum, and rubbed it back and forth.
“Talk about hot and wet.”
He grinned, then leaned over and kissed her again, his tongue slick and soft, wild and wet as he seemed to try to devour her.
His lips left hers and he placed gentle little kisses on her cheeks and her closed eyelids. He surged in her hand at the same moment she rolled her hips.
She wanted more than anything to feel this man’s cock inside her.
“I got myself tested.”
Michelle opened her eyes and met his gaze.
“Just after I met you, I knew. I hadn’t been with a woman for a long time, but I got myself tested, and I’m clean.”
“Joe?”
“Are yo
u on the pill, sweetheart?”
Michelle didn’t understand where he was going, but she shook her head. She had heard there were some men who really hated using condoms. Was he one of them? “No, I’m sorry, there’s never been any need—”
He leaned over her and kissed her quickly, effectively silencing her.
“Don’t apologize, baby. That was the answer I was hoping to hear. I’m not getting any younger, Michelle. I want our forever to start here and now. But if you need more time, that’s okay. I’ll wear a condom.”
Oh, God. How could she have known when she awoke this morning that her deepest longings and dreams—the ones she’d believed she’d given up forever—were about to come true?
“I don’t need more time. I just need you, naked and inside me.”
She thought he would have covered her then, but he surprised her, kissing a trail down her body, heating her blood. When he parted her legs, she opened for him. When he set his mouth on her cunt, she mewed and arched, and then reached down and held his head to her as his tongue and lips set her on fire.
“Oh, yes. Oh, that’s so…I need…” Arousal became a swirling tornado inside her as the sensations and her emotions entwined and consumed her. Thought ceased, speech faltered, and all Michelle could do was cry out as her climax burst over her, drenching her inside and out with a pleasure so keen, so hot, she could only breathe and feel.
Joe moved up her body, and then she felt the huge hot bulb of his cock press against her pussy. He pushed, just a little, and the sensation of his cock at her wet opening made her come again.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can, sweetheart, but the first time might hurt.”
She’d envisioned this moment, of what it would be like for her, before she’d ever known if it would really happen. And then again, in the early morning hours, as she’d hovered at the edge of sleep. She’d dreamed of this and him, and knew whatever pain there may be would be a solid, real symbol of the moment when she gave herself for the first time to the man she loved.
So she wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, and said, “Take me, Joe. I’m yours. Take my virginity and give me your child.”
His nostrils flared, his cock pulsed, and the look in his eyes made her feel beautiful—beautiful and loved and claimed.
“Give me your mouth and your body, wife. Give me everything.”
Michelle surrendered to him, above and below, and shivered with joy as his tongue shared her flavor and his cock surged into her pussy, claiming her innocence.
Chapter 13
“Please tell me what you need from me.”
David raised one eyebrow as he looked over at Robert, and wondered just exactly how his brother was going to answer their woman.
He didn’t have to wait long.
“First and foremost, I need you to be yourself. You’re already so responsive to us both, physically.” Robert drew the petite feminine hand he held toward his mouth and kissed it. “And you’re absolutely responsive to the Dom in me.”
“You mean the way that my body complies when you tell me to do something, even before my brain can interpret your command?”
David grinned as Robert chuckled.
“Yes, just exactly like that.” He looked over at David. “We also need you to let us give you what you need.”
Robert was older than him, chronologically, by only about fifteen minutes. However, he’d always been much older both mentally and emotionally. He’d also always been, hands down, the leader that David had merrily, and without question, followed.
His brother’s happiness and well-being had always been important to David, often more important to him than anything else. But in the years they’d been away from Lusty that importance had become much more acute.
Something had happened to Robert during that second to last year in Chicago, something that had wounded him deeply and changed him irrevocably. David had managed to only get most of the details of how and why, and only long after the fact. He’d had to push and prod to get the man to open up to him even that much.
Sharing his emotions wasn’t something that came naturally to Robert Jessop. He’d always held his thoughts and feelings close to the vest, as it were. That and his sense of responsibility for everyone and everything were a dangerous combination.
David would never be able to repay Jordan Fitzpatrick for the guidance he’d provided to his brother. Some might claim that the last thing a control freak like Robert had needed was being shown a way to cement that control, but David knew there’d been more involved in the Dom training they’d both taken than that.
“That can’t be all.” Jillian tilted her head as she looked at Robert. “There has to be more to it than that.”
“That’s what your instincts are telling you.”
“Yes.”
Robert nodded. “There can be. There’s a club in Houston—similar to the one we belonged to in Chicago—that David and I would like to take you to, eventually.”
“A D/s club?”
“More specifically, a BDSM club, but yes.” Robert looked over at David again and David nodded to him.
He felt it was very important that when it came to explaining the D/s relationship with Jillian, that she have only one real master, and that master be his brother.
“If and when we decide to go to The Lyon’s Den, there will be a mode of dress and behavior that you’ll be expected to adhere to there. Eventually, we might even perform a scene there, the three of us.”
Jillian sat back, and David could see she was thinking. Robert had nailed it when he`d told her she had an agile mind.
Their woman had no problem whatsoever thinking for herself. Neither did she seem to have any problem expressing herself, a fact which suited them both just fine.
Neither of them wanted, nor needed, a doormat.
“You said yesterday, when we were having sex, that we were in a scene. Or rather, when we were done you said the scene was over. So when you say we might perform a scene at this club, do you mean that we’d have sex in public?”
“In public? No. Within the confines of the club? Yes. And would others watch us? Yes. But remember, Jillian, whether or not we ever do that would be your choice. That’s what informed consent means.”
“You wouldn’t…invite other people? To join us?”
“If you mean would either of us offer to share you with anyone else, if we would let another man have sex with you, the answer is never. Hell, we wouldn`t even let another man touch you, period.”
Jillian bit her bottom lip and let her gaze go from Robert to him. But it was Robert she looked to when she inhaled deeply and said, “I wouldn’t want either of you to have sex with other women, either. If we’re in this, we’re in this exclusively.”
“Of course.” Robert lifted her hand to his mouth again. “We said that you’re ours. But darling, we’re yours, too.”
David copied his brother’s move and lifted Jillian’s other hand to his lips. “That’s a promise, baby.”
Robert had told her, earlier, that she was theirs forever. David had wondered at the time if she`d balk at that. He didn’t for one moment think the fact she hadn’t called him on it meant she was okay with the concept.
She’d likely just set it aside for now.
So David followed Robert’s lead, and left that word out of his lexicon. For now, at least.
“Good. I never intended that I would let a man get close to me, ever again. I was married for a long time, and I don’t regret that, because I got a terrific son out of the deal. But there wasn’t anything else for me in that relationship. Except for work, and stress, and unhappiness.”
“That’s because your husband didn’t give you what you needed, sweetie. Likely he couldn’t because he had no idea what your needs were.”
“I didn’t either—know what I needed.”
“Sometimes we don’t understand our own needs.” David kept his gaze locked with Jillia
n’s when she turned to him, even though he was speaking to not only his woman, but his brother. “Sometimes, what we really need hides from us, or there’s something about those needs that somehow feels threatening to us. And so we go on living in ignorance.” He was very aware that Robert hadn’t given Jillian a full answer to her question. He hadn’t told her what he really needed, and maybe that hadn’t been avoidance, or prevarication on his part. Maybe he really didn’t know what he needed.
And then something strange occurred to David. As he focused on their woman, as he let his mind drift, just a little, to the ways in which his brother and their woman weren’t really all that different, he wondered. Maybe neither of them knew what the other needed, but would somehow, intrinsically, meet those needs.
He could only hope.
“Yes!”
She sat straighter, as if she felt on the edge of a personal epiphany—or on the edge of sharing one she’d already had.
“I can’t really explain to either of you how I feel about all of this.” Her cute little pink tongue came out and moistened her lips. David found himself completely drawn to the sight. He wanted to suck that tongue into his mouth.
“There’s a sense of relief inside me”—Jillian turned her gaze to Robert—“and there has been since that first moment, when you startled me in the clinic and then told me not to stay late and to go over to the restaurant.”
“So you’re not feeling uneasy, or threatened?” David asked.
“Not at all.” She lowered her gaze to the water and then shot them both a coy look in turn. “I’ll tell you what else I’m not feeling.”
“What’s that, love?” David bet he knew what she was going to say, because the expression on her face shot straight to his cock.
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