by Rivi Jacks
The feeling is so powerful and overwhelming. With each stroke of his fingers, I feel my insides tighten almost to the point of being painful. “Oh please, Lucas!” I sob.
“I know, my sweet, I’ll give you what you need,” he soothes. At the same time, he grinds his hand against me, flexing his fingers against the spot that sends me over the edge. Light bursts behind my eyes and his mouth comes down on mine as I cry out with my release.
I continue to clutch his shoulders, my forehead resting on his chest, as the aftershocks of my orgasm move across my body. Emma Rae constantly talks about orgasms, but I had no idea it could be so—mind blowing. I jerk against him when he pulls his fingers from me. He wraps his arm around my waist, squeezing me in a fierce hug.
Lucas stands with me in his arms. I shiver as the cold air hits me, and I snuggle my face into his shoulder. After he steps out of the hot tub, he reaches for my robe and pulls it over me. We head for the house.
Standing me beside the bed, he rubs me dry with my robe. His hands move over me briskly, and I quickly warm. He kneels in front of me to dry my legs, and I run my fingers through his damp hair. My breath is indrawn sharply when he puts his nose to the apex of my thighs.
I watch him as he looks up at me, grinning wolfishly. “You smell good.” I feel my whole body flush, and he laughs, standing lithely before me, very naked and totally aroused. He dries off briskly with my robe, and I have difficulty swallowing as I watch him. He cups my breast with his large hand and flicks his thumb over my hardened, sensitive nipple. I moan and sway toward him.
Reaching around me, he grabs the bed covers, pulls them down, scoops me up, and lays me in the middle of the bed. His eyes move over my body, heating my skin to a fever pitch.
“My God, you are beautiful,” he growls, his voice husky, before coming down on top of me and pressing me into the mattress. He feels so good, his long hard length lying fully on me. “And you are mine,” he growls. He works his knee between my legs, and I can’t hold back a moan when he cups me with his hand.
He pulls the elastic tie from my ponytail and slides his fingers through my hair, spreading it out over the pillow. “I’ve ached to see you like this, my sweet,” he whispers. My breathing escalates and body tightens at his words. I bring my hand to the side of his face and he turns into it, kissing my palm.
I peer into his eyes as he brings his mouth down on mine, moving his lips in a wild, arousing kiss. His hand is between my legs and his thumb rubs over my sensitive clit, round and round. My blood heats to near boiling. Pulling his mouth from mine, he breathes, “Sweet,” in a ragged whisper. Then he kisses me slowly and deeply, his tongue once more exploring my mouth. Reaching under me, he squeezes my bottom and raises me closer to his hard arousal.
Oh, I want him so badly. I need him to put an end to this building tension. He shifts slightly until he’s lying between my legs. His thumb has stopped rubbing against me, and his hand has cupped me firmly again. Raising his head, he licks first one nipple, then the other before drawing it into his mouth and sucking forcefully.
“Mmmm.” I can’t control my response.
I feel his grin. His mouth latches onto my other nipple, sucking so hard that a stab of desire pierces between my legs. I moan loudly and writhe beneath him. He continues licking and sucking on my nipples as his finger slides into me. My hips lift into his hand instinctively.
“Oh sweet, you are so wet for me,” he murmurs as he moves his finger in and out. “So tight.” I whimper with pleasure and feel a tightening between my legs. He looks into my face, watching me. “I need you, Sofie.”
The huskiness of his voice and his eyes dark with passion fill me with an inexplicable need of my own. He kisses me long and slow, then changes the kiss to a hard plundering. His finger’s movement matches what his tongue is doing to me. Harder and faster until I tear my mouth from his, crying out.
He quickly alters his position on top of me, spreading my legs wide with his. His upper body braces up on his forearms. He rubs hard and firm against me, pressing his erection against my most intimate part. I whimper. Looking into my face, his eyes are a brilliant green and I watch as his pupils dilate slightly before taking on a blazing intensity.
“Tell me you want me,” he demands, his voice tight with passion.
I swallow. “I do,” I answer faintly. “I do want you, Lucas.” I inhale sharply as he pushes my legs wider still.
He brings his lips to my ear. “I’m going to make you scream my name.”
Oh—yes!
He positions the head of his erection and slowly pushes his hardness into my opening. He is so large he has to move in and out of me slowly, stretching me to make me accommodate him. Oh, he feels so good. I feel him move farther inside of me. I grasp his upper arms and hook my legs over his.
“Bend your knees. Bring your feet up by your hips,” he rasps.
Oh... this position feels sooo good.
He pushes into me with a little more force. I moan deeply, arching my back, pushing against the bed with my feet to raise my pelvis. And then—he stops, growing abruptly still. I feel the moment he butts against my barrier and can go no further. I open my eyes.
Lucas’ deep green ones look startled. His face has the oddest expression. “Sofie?” His voice is strained.
My lips part with my trembling breath. “G-Go on,” I say with a throbbing whisper. “Please don’t stop.” Desire pounds through my body with each beat of my heart, and if he stops now, I know I will shatter.
He looks intently into my eyes, holding my gaze. I see the change of emotion on his face. “My sweet—”
“Please, Lucas,” I beg. “I need you too!”
He takes my mouth with a burning passion that makes me moan. When he finally lifts his head, he crushes me in a fierce hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispers harshly into my ear, pulling most of the way out. He slams into me, burying himself as hard and deep as he can go.
I cry out hoarsely as I buck with the shock of the pain. Shit!
“Shhh—easy, sweet, easy,” he says, his voice harsh, full of strain. “It’s over,” he breathes into my ear.
“It is?” I can’t keep the disappointment out of my voice. He feels wonderful, so big and filling me so fully. It’s an exquisite feeling now that the pain is lessening, and I want more. I can’t imagine he doesn’t.
Lucas leans up on his forearm, looking at me. He gives a choked laugh, leans his forehead against mine briefly, and eases almost all of the way out of me before thrusting into me again.
“Ahhh!”
“Easy. Relax.” His voice sounds raw. He stills, buried deep inside of me, and then he pulls out and pushes slowly in, even deeper. Almost too deep, it hurts somewhat. “Are you okay?” His voice is raspy.
I nod. Oh, this is good.
“Answer me.” His mouth is against my neck, his breath hot and ragged.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“More than one word.”
“More please.” My voice has a breathy quality to it. I feel his smile against my neck.
He picks up the speed of his thrusts, and I move, meeting him. He shifts, rises up on his forearm and positions his hand under my bottom, raising me, so he can pump into me harder. “Look at me,” he demands.
I open my eyes to look into his green gaze. He slows his thrusts, gazing down at me. His eyes hold so much emotion, and the moment is so intimate between us, more so even than what we are doing. I find it hard to breathe with my chest swelling with emotion. He leans down to take my mouth sweetly in a deep kiss, pressing his chest against mine. I moan into his mouth as he picks up speed and once again pounds into me with a steady rhythm. I raise my hips higher to meet each thrust.
I feel the sensation I felt earlier in the hot tub. I can feel it start, a building pressure deep inside that is almost painful. It makes my spine bow, and I cry out with need. I grasp Lucas’ upper arms, and I hold on as he pounds into me faster. He pulls my leg up into the crook of his arm at the elbow,
and the shift in position allows him to go even deeper with his thrusts. The exquisite feeling of his deep penetration makes me cry out again.
I cling to him as he plunges into me wild and hard, filling me with an indescribable pleasure that builds with intensity. My body throbs with sensation and the next deep thrust makes the pleasure-pain burst over me. I scream Lucas’ name as I climax.
I feel his body tense, and he thrusts once more, deep and hard as a growl works its way up out of his chest, coming out in a long feral howl with his head thrown back. He collapses on top of me as we struggle for breath.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Lucas wraps his arm under my back, gripping my waist, and rolls us over onto our sides facing each other.
“Joder!” he growls as he rolls onto his back, slinging his arm up over his eyes. I’m not sure what he’s said, but I have a good idea. He keeps his arm around my waist, holding me tight against him. I place my hand on his stomach and snuggle my face against his side. His body is slick with sweat, and he smells so good.
We lay like this until our breathing slows. I’m exhausted, and I can’t stop smiling. Making love with Lucas is… beyond anything I ever imagined it would be. I snuggle closer as he moves his arm away from his face. I feel the change in his body and breathing, and I look up at him. He’s watching me from under his long black lashes, and I feel a moment of trepidation.
“Sofie—why did you tell me you’d slept with Nick?”
“Wh-What?” I gasp. Sitting up, I suddenly feel naked. Although I’ve been in this state of undress for a while, his tone makes me uncomfortable. I reach for the sheet, pulling it up over my breasts. “I-I never told you that!” My voice trembles. I might not have any experience in after-sex chitchat, but I have a pretty good idea this isn’t the way it usually goes.
“You told me he was your first.” Lucas’ voice sounds accusatory as he looks at me.
“My first boyfriend!” I gape at him. “I never had sex with Nick!”
“Well, obviously, Sofie,” he drawls.
I go scarlet at his words. My eyes fill with tears and I bound off the bed, grabbing the robe on the floor. I pull it on as I head for the door. Lucas is instantly beside me, reaching for me. I slap at him, jerking away. “Don’t touch me!” I cry.
“Sofie—”
“You—stay—away from me!” I start for the door again, pulling the robe more securely around me. I don’t know where I’m going, but I have to get away from him.
Lucas quickly moves between the door and me. He catches my arms and pulls me up against his chest… and other parts of his body. He’s still gloriously naked.
“Let go of me!” I twist and pull, trying to get out of his hold. He doesn’t say anything. He just holds fast. I finally stop struggling because it isn’t doing any good. I let my body go still. “I hate you!” I say as tears start to fall.
He presses my head against his chest and continues to hold me. His voice is gentle when he finally asks, “Why do you hate me?” When I don’t respond, he places a finger under my chin to raise my face, but I jerk my head away. “I’m a fool,” he says in a quiet voice.
You’ve got that right!
He leans his head down close to mine. “I’m sorry, Sofie.” His deep voice sounds hoarse. He brushes the top of my head with his lips.
I sniff and rub my nose against his bare chest. He scoops me up into his arms. “Don’t!”
“Shhh.” He carries me across the room to the chair by the fireplace and settles down with me in his lap. When I struggle to escape, his arms tighten around me. I just don’t have any more strength left to fight him. I go still. We sit in silence for several minutes, each with our own thoughts.
“I have never known anyone like you, Sofie,” he says simply. He picks up a curl from my shoulder and wraps it around his finger. My curiosity is piqued, and I look up at him. “The other women I have known…” He snorts softly and looks down to meet my gaze. “Well—they are certainly nothing like you,” he says quietly. His brow furrows and he shakes his head, frowning.
“You surprise me. You constantly surprise me.” He smiles wryly. “No one has done that in a very long time.” He tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Why?” I ask.
He looks away for a moment, and then his eyes seek mine. He speaks slowly, choosing his words. “I have lived in a world that… contains very little innocence.” For a moment, his face is unexpectedly sad. “It’s easy to become... disillusioned... indifferent.”
I hold my breath. He’s told me so little about himself, and I sense this is deeply personal for him. “You find yourself—bored with people, relationships, life in general.” His expression seems so bleak. “You discover ways to cope, to have control. Be it through going to battle, pursuing dangerous activities or... dark relationships with women.” His voice is raw. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head as if to clear it of the memories. “No matter what I did, I still felt as if something was missing. I repeatedly questioned if this was all life was meant to be. Was life supposed to be so empty?” He looks down at me, and I watch as his eyes change as they take on a light and the dark dissipates.
“And then one day, I felt it,” he says softly. “I didn’t know what it was, but I could feel it out there—waiting for me, a faint glow beckoning.” I hold my breath. He places his finger under my chin, tipping my head back so he can look directly into my eyes. “It was you.” I swallow with difficulty. “It was you, Sofie. The moment I saw you, my whole world came into focus.” He smiles gently, his eyes tender. “My life was just waiting—for you.”
Oh my. He does know how to fix hurt feelings. He shifts, clasping his hands on either side of my face, and kisses me deeply. I melt into his kiss, belonging to him completely.
We lie wrapped in each other’s arms in bed. Lucas smooths the hair from my brow as I lie with my head on his chest.
“Why... why did you act as if you were mad?” I ask. We’re still discussing his mistaken belief of my virginal status. My pre-non-virginal status, that is.
“I was mad—at myself. I seldom feel an idiot and… that didn’t sit too well. No matter that I misunderstood when you told me Nick was your first, the signs were all there.”
I raise my head to look at him. “What signs?” I frown.
He smiles and pulls me closer. “Your actions, your innocence.”
“I don’t act like an innocent.” I’m a little annoyed. Is he insinuating I act all sweet and goody-two-shoes?
I catch his smug smile. “You don’t act innocent—you are innocent, and I love that about you.”
Love?
My eyes search his, and I swallow nervously. “So, you weren’t—disappointed?”
A frown flits across his face and he rolls over on top of me, pushing me onto my back and making me catch my breath. “You think I’m disappointed in you? Why would you think that, Sofie?” His beautiful eyes are intent, looking into mine.
“I—” I swallow nervously. “My inexperience… I must be inadequate compared to—”
He’s staring at me in disbelief, his eyebrows raised. “You think I’m disappointed that I’m the only man you will ever be with?” His words do crazy things to my insides. “Sofie—you are mine. Only mine. This pleases me. And I’m sure it will go better for you over time if I don’t have to dwell on the thought of someone else touching you.” He frowns as he says this. “Especially since I seem unable to control my jealousy and possessiveness over you.” There’s almost a trace of disbelief in his voice. Huh? His words confuse me. “Your inexperience delights me. It does not mean you are inadequate, my sweet. To the contrary.” His eyes burn into mine as he strokes my face. “You were so responsive… I have never experienced anything like that in my entire lifetime.” His gaze is so... hot.
“Me neither,” I breathe softly. I see the spark of humor in his eyes before his shoulders shake with his silent laughter. He crushes my body to his.
“I’m happy you’ve never experienc
ed that before.” He pulls back so he can see my face, and I see something in his eyes as he frowns down into mine.
“What?”
He weaves his fingers into my hair and smooths his thumb across my forehead. “I wasn’t too rough? You have a way of making me lose control anytime I’m near you.” He grins, but I can see his eyes are tense as he waits for my answer. I turn my face into his chest.
“I... I liked it like that,” I say, my voice small. He gently pulls my face up, and I feel shy. This is so embarrassing.
“Did you?” His voice holds a note that causes my pulse to quicken, and I look up to meet his hooded gaze. Oh my. “Well—it would seem we are well suited then.” His voice moves over my skin, making me gasp softly and close my eyes. When I open them, I’m looking into eyes that watch me intently.
“Yes,” I answer hoarsely as he brings his lips down to mine.
He kisses me until I’m breathless, then reaches down and pulls the covers over us. “Go to sleep now, sweet. We need to rest.” I lie there with his arms wrapped around me, breathing in his incredible essence. “Sofie?”
“Hmmm?”
“Forgive me?” he pleads, his voice raw with emotion.
I lean up. “Lucas—” Looking into his face, my chest tightens at the longing I see there. I sense a need in him that matches my own. “Always,” I say softly, and I know it’s the truth. I hear his sharply indrawn breath, and then he pulls me back into his arms. Pressing my head to his chest, he kisses the top of my head, and I feel him breathe in deeply. “Lucas?”
“Yes, my sweet?” His arms squeeze me lightly.
“I had a wonderful first time and... I can’t wait to do it again.”