by P. Stormcrow
With a dark chuckle, Jacob shifted to stand behind her, positioning them both so that the mirror captured the reflection in full. He brushed her hair back, exposing a bare shoulder for his lips to explore, and with his other hand, he cupped her breast, the pad of his thumb now inching closer, rubbing in wide circles like he had to calm her down. But there was nothing calming about the movement now. Instead, when he grazed her nipple with his thumb, her body stiffened and a small whine emerged from her throat.
“Mm-m, I love those sounds you make.” His words tickled her skin but it was the sight of them together that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from. The way he stared at her like he wanted to devour her, the possessive way he held her body, knowing where to touch to draw out her desire, coupled with the words that set her aflame, created the image of an aroused woman whom she barely recognized.
His gaze turned toward their reflection and, with a wicked smile, he began ever-so-slowly to unbutton her shorts. Her breath hitched as he tugged them down, brushing his hand along the edges of her lace thong. At his touch, her stomach clenched with a new shot of heat straight to her core, soaking the fabric. Yep, ruined for sure.
He didn’t remain idle. He slipped down the shoulder straps of her bra and loosened the clasp. Soon, the bra drifted down to join her pants and T-shirt on the floor. He returned to grasp one bare breast.
Then he dipped his fingers between her legs, pushing the small piece of cloth aside just to run along the length of her slit once. “So wet,” he groaned in her ear. “Oh, the things I want to do to you, sweetheart.”
Her body shivered with delight, her eyes half closing as she reveled in his touch. She felt on edge already, her body so keyed up that it would not take much to push her over. But he was being oh so slow. Never had she just wanted someone inside her so much. “Jacob.” She breathed out his name like a plea.
“Soon, little one. Good things come to those who wait.” With bated breath, she watched as he tugged her thong down, giving her a slight nudge to step out of it and the shorts.
Once done, he took her hand and led her to her bed. “Lie down for me.”
As she crawled up, she heard a soft growl from behind and only then did she realize how her rear was on full display for him, swaying as she crawled. At the center of the bed, she turned to lay on her back, bracing herself with her elbows, her legs bent and pressed together.
Half expecting Jacob to be naked by then with his weight upon her, she was surprised to find him still clothed as he was before, standing at the foot of her bed. Rather than jumping on her, he bent forward, watching with an intensity that made her rub her legs together.
“Lie back and open your legs. Let me see you.”
She gave a shy smile and relinquished sight of him, albeit with reluctance. With more slowness than she’d intended, she shifted, revealing her glistening sex, and she shivered at the cold air.
He reached across to take her hand, leading it to between her legs. He positioned it, cupping her mound with their combined warmth. With a soft moan, she arched her back and was unable to resist brushing one finger along her slit.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Show me.”
His words urged her on, and abandoning the last of her inhibition and caught in the web of his commands, she dipped her fingers low to spread the wetness upward. As his hand left hers, she began to rub along her slit, the length of her stroking lessening more and more until she was circling the flesh around her sensitive clit. With her other hand, she grabbed her breast and, without conscious thought, began rolling her hardened nipple back and forth between her fingers.
This was nothing like when she played with herself in the middle of the night, holding faceless lovers and ill-defined fantasies in her head—not even when those lovers and fantasies merged to become an imaginary him. The awareness of him watching spurred her on until liquid heat pooled to her center and her body began to tense. So close.
“Not yet, little one.”
His stilled her hand and she let out a whimper of frustration. She snapped her eyes open to search the familiar face and seeing his dark chocolate eyes regarding her with a softness she didn’t expect. When did he move to the side of the bed?
“Just a little longer, I promise.” As he spoke, he smoothed a hand back over her hair and pressed another light kiss on her forehead. “You did good sweetheart, so good. Still green?”
She struggled to find her voice but gave up and nodded instead. More than green. Was this how sex was supposed to be? How many times tonight had she almost come already, each time taking less and less effort?
“Good, because now you get your reward.”
He helped her sit up. His directions kept her off balance but it was clear that he’d had a plan from the beginning as he slipped into bed behind her. His weight shifted as he adjusted until he was sitting against the headboard, then tugged at her to scoot up against him until she sat between his legs, his hardness pressing against her back. One arm encircled her, pinning her to him and his nearness made her squeeze her legs together with want.
“Keep your legs open.” There was a warning in his voice and she parted them once more. There was just something about him in this mode, something that tugged at her very being, demanding obedience. In this space, in this moment, there was only him and his next set of instructions.
He hooked his legs around hers, keeping them apart. In the new position, his body entrapped hers, leaving her exposed. In terms of all the kinky sex she had ever read about, this was on the more vanilla side, but for now, she and her body couldn’t care less. Held vulnerable by nothing but his strength, she could only submit.
“Perfect. So pretty and open to me.”
She tested his hold, just a slight tug against his legs. When she found herself trapped with very little give, a delicious shiver passed through her body. This was nothing like the rope experience from before and nothing like any sex she had ever had.
With her still held against him, he began sliding a hand down her side, tracing idle patterns along her stomach before dipping lower until he was smoothing it along the crease of her upper thigh. As she twisted her hips with whatever limited movement she had to entice him, he groaned in her ear.
“Behave.” He scraped his teeth at her shoulder in warning and she held still once more. In return, he parted her labia with two fingers, his middle finger dipping just below, teasing her opening. Her body tensed and she whimpered once more in anticipation.
He spread her nectar across her slit and began to trace along her folds upward until he was teasing the flesh around her hardening nub. In response, she squirmed, the whimpering giving way to moans and gasps as he explored her, testing where she was most sensitive. As he scraped his fingernail against her clit, her hips almost bounced off the bed if not for him holding her down, his strong muscles keeping her to him.
“I… Oh God,” she gasped, reaching her hands up to cling on to his arm in almost a death grip.
“Yes, sweetheart?” His breath tickled her shoulder, and he stilled his hand to a slow stop until he was applying just enough pressure to keep her poised on the edge but not enough to give her the orgasm she so needed.
She groaned, trying to thrust against his hand, anything to relieve that sweet ache building deep in her core. But he only tightened his hold, making a tsking sound in his ear. “You’ll have to tell me what you want.”
She caved then, anything to get his hand moving once more. “More, please…”
He nipped her ear, restarting his hand with the lightest of pressure. A remote part of her brain cursed the truth or dare game earlier. Later in the game, after she’d learned her lesson and had opted for truths, she had been subjected to many more intimate questions, from turn-ons to secret fantasies. Now he was using every single one of those answers against her.
“More…?”
“I need…” She struggled to form a single coherent sentence, her mind beginning to float on the edge of desperation.
“Come… I need to come,” she blurted out in a rushed whisper, making another frantic attempt to drive him to further action.
“Ask.”
Her cheeks flushed. No one had ever demanded her to seek permission to come. Never had her orgasms been withheld from her. And she had never felt more turned on. The complete submission he demanded was what her mind and body needed all along.
“Please.” Her hoarse whisper came, accompanied by a small whine in the back of her throat. When still it changed nothing he did, she swallowed and tried again. The words did not seem like her own. It was too surreal. “Please, please let me come.”
“Come.”
The single word was accompanied by sudden hard flicks across her clit back and forth. It was all she needed as she lolled her head backward onto his shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut as a hard climax rolled through her body, causing it to jerk and spasm. In that moment, she fell apart in an utter loss of control as he drove her higher and higher until she couldn’t recognize the screams of ecstasy that emerged from her throat.
He slowed his fingers after what felt like an eternity, allowing her to begin coming down, enough to regain some semblance of mind. Just in time to hear his next word.
“Again.”
He shifted his hand, delving a finger into her and crooking it to press against her G-spot. He resumed rubbing his thumb over her clit again and again. Still sensitive from her first orgasm, Luna found the new onslaught to be almost too much, and she bucked against his hand, coming even harder than the first time until all she could see were stars and dark spots.
She had no idea how long he held her suspended in that moment of raw mindless pleasure. Eventually, he relented, slowing his fingers until he was cupping her mound, massaging more than arousing as she slumped against him, panting for breath. She floated, riding on an endorphin-produced high that left her wanting to just curl up and purr.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair. He continued to whisper soothing words of encouragement as he cradled her in his arms, making no attempt to move either of them. When she stirred, he looked on her with a tender smile then slipped out from behind and pulled the covers over her.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back. I promise.”
She nodded, registering his words. When he returned, he held a glass of water to her lips. “Slow sips.”
She did as he’d instructed, savoring the coolness of water against her raw throat. When she leaned back, he set the glass aside and crawled back into bed, drawing her close to him. “Rest.”
“But…” Regaining thought once more, Luna looked at him in puzzlement. He hadn’t entered her, hadn’t even come yet.
“Later… Rest up now.” He grinned and kissed her temple. “We have all night.”
All night. Dear God.
Chapter Twenty-One
Luna yawned and rubbed her eyes, still heavy with sleep. The darkness had lightened but still permeated the room enough to let her know it was not yet a decent hour.
“Mm-m, good morning,” the sexiest sleepy voice murmured, and an arm reached out to pull her close. A pleasant warmth surrounded her and, unused to another’s presence, she took a moment to remember. As soon as the memory of how hard he’d made her come the previous night surfaced, her body warmed further and her cheeks flushed. None of her fears had surfaced. Rather, her body buzzed with an almost-unfamiliar sensitivity.
“Morning,” she whispered and curled her body against him, shifting to nuzzle along his neck, drawing a surprising moan. That’s right. She remembered him being sensitive there.
“Now that’s a nice way to wake up.” He glided his hand along her side to her hip, giving it a playful tug. It made her shiver with need, her libido still on overdrive.
“Even better.” His voice had turned hoarse with desire, as if sensing hers. In the darkness, he closed the distance to nibble along the ridge of her ear. “How are you doing, sweetheart? Still green?”
“Mmhm-m.” Green was one way of putting it. As she tilted her head back to expose more of her neck for him, she slid one bare leg along his, pouting in dismay to find that, though his shirt was off, his cargo shorts were still on. With a slight grumble, she shifted, putting her weight on him until, with a chuckle, he rolled on to his back.
After a moment of hesitation, she indulged herself, trailing kisses along his chest, memorizing his contours with her lips. When she drifted toward the button and zipper that held his pants up, she looked at him, a plea ready on her lips.
“You may.” His permission sent a thrill through her and a fresh gush of wetness between her legs. Her inner thighs became slick with her arousal as she undid all those pesky fasteners then tugged his pants down, freeing his already hard member as he lifted his hips.
It was her turn, payback for the previous night. She scraped a nail upward, trailing it along his inner thigh with teasing slowness, and was rewarded as she heard his breath hitch. On purpose, she avoided touching what she desired deep down and, instead, made her way down the other side. His body tensed but he only chuckled in her ear. Damn that man and his control.
Unable to resist any longer, she moved her fingers to trace the outline of his cock, moaning as it twitched in reaction. With much anticipation, she wrapped her fingers around him, giving his length a long stroke as she flicked her tongue over one of his nipples.
Without a warning, he surged forward, bolting up and clutching her shoulders to move her off him. She gasped, scrambling away, but before she’d even had time to formulate doubts or fears that she’d done something wrong, she found herself flipped over onto her back, her hands pinned on either side of her head, his weight on her preventing her from escaping—not that she really wanted to.
“Minx,” he muttered then began to kiss and nibble his way down, starting along her sensitive neck. He took his time, feasting on the little sounds his touch drew from her and flashing her a wicked grin, circled her areola with his tongue, never quite touching her nipple. She thrust her hips upward to grind against him, leaving a trail of her juices along his thigh and cock.
He growled, pushing her hips back down with his, his length pressing hard against her slit, the hot length making her crave him inside all the more. “Mine.” The grip on her wrists tightened as he rubbed against her entrance.
But instead of entering her, he continued to tease, torturing her upper body with his lips until he drove her mad with lust—until all she could do was whimper and squirm beneath him. She wasn’t sure how long it was before he closed around one nipple and he sucked hard, sweeping his tongue across it at last. She almost cried in relief but let out a long moan instead, tossing her head back as her body tightened.
“So sensitive.” He grazed his teeth against the hardened nub before switching his attention to the other.
Close, so close. “Don’t stop… Please don’t stop,” she begged as he continued to grind against her, his length rubbing hard against her clit, providing much needed relief.
Her breathing grew ragged as she teetered on the edge—then nothing. He rose from her body and, exposed to the sudden cold air, she let out a long groan of frustration, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
“Ah, sweetheart, soon,” he murmured, smoothing a hand over her hair and leaning to kiss the tear away before leaving the bed. From her left, she heard a rustling of movement.
And he was back, tracing one finger up her slit. She braced herself on her elbows to see that he had paused to put on a condom. That could only mean one thing. Her body trembled with anticipation and, unbidden, her legs parted farther.
“Still green?” He positioned himself between her legs and she nodded so fast that she almost gave herself whiplash.
“Mm-m good. So eager.” Before she could reply, he kissed her—a hot open-mouthed one that burned her with a release of all the pent-up tension they’d both felt since they’d met the very first time. He began to enter her
, stretching her to fit around him. He moved with almost-agonizing slowness, making sure she felt every inch as he pushed into her. A remote part of her brain wondered at how he could still exert such control.
At last, buried in her to the hilt, they both let out long groans, and she savored the sensation of them being joined at last. It felt right to Luna, like they always belonged together. She began to berate herself for such thoughts, but as he started to move, there was no more room to think at all.
He brought his hands to hers, raising them once more, this time higher above her head. With one hand, he held both of her wrists together, freeing one to glide downward once more. She wrapped one leg around his hips as he gripped her ass, using it as leverage to thrust harder. She moved with him, and their rhythm pushed her higher and higher as she approached the precipice.
It didn’t take long before her entire body tightened, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. Her fingers curled into fists as she let out a strangled moan, recalling almost too late his previous order to ask first. “Please, I’m so close.” She bit her lower lip hard, hoping to hold her climax at bay just a little longer.
“Come for me.”
His words undid the last of her control. As she surrendered to the sensations that overwhelmed her, every nerve came alive as the orgasm surged. Pinned as she was to the bed, she could only jerk against him, crying out his name, though her body felt as if it were coming apart. Almost as if from a distance, she registered a faint long, delicious groan as he thrust hard into her one last time and held himself there, shuddering from his own climax.
With one last gasp, Luna slumped backward, and he almost fell on top of her, though he braced himself on his elbows at the last second. Head down, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and nuzzled, drawing more shivers from her. Everything felt so sensitive.
They spoke no words as they both struggled to catch their breath. Her body tingled, still high from the most intense climax she’d ever had, her mind floating on nothingness.