She wanted to feel everything. More. She wasn’t her mother but she was a woman full of passion and desire. For this one man. For one night.
“Kiss me.”
Chapter Six
Misty’s lips were soft and trembling, tasting of sweet chocolate and something undefinable that only she had. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck and tangled in the long silky strands of her pale blonde hair. He rubbed a tendril between his fingers – like satin against his rough skin – his body tightening at the contrast between them. Man. Woman. Her innate femininity made him feel infinitely more…masculine.
Yet protective. Her smaller frame was so delicate he needed to be supremely gentle tonight. He could feel her surrender but her nervousness too. He’d take this as slow as possible, allowing her inhibitions to fall away.
Reaching up to the daybed he yanked away a blanket and laid it on the rug, never letting his lips move far from hers. He pressed her back so they were both lying on the soft flannel throw as his lips explored the hollow of her throat were the pulse beat madly. Her hands moved restlessly on his back and his cock tightened painfully behind the fly of his jeans. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman this badly. She called to more than his base instincts. Her sweet and gentle nature called to his soul.
“Jared,” she sighed as he nipped at her earlobe and then soothed the tiny hurt with his tongue. She was squirming underneath him and his only thought was to strip the layers of clothing between them as quickly as humanly possible.
His fingers closed around the hem of her sweater but he paused, needing to be absolutely sure this was what she wanted. Her skin was warm and soft under his palms and he itched to delve deeper, exploring all the secrets she’d hidden under heavy clothing.
“I can stop if you want me to.”
Although it was clear from his tone he sure as hell didn’t want to. But then he wasn’t trying to hide how much he wanted her. Considering the hard ridge in his jeans it would have been a waste of time.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders and he felt a shudder run through her body. “No. No, I want this. You. I–I just don’t have much experience.”
He froze, the full import of her words smacking him between the eyes. “You’re a…virgin?”
He said the last word in a hushed voice as if someone was listening in, but they were the only two in the room.
Misty shifted underneath him restlessly and a blush crawled up her skin. “Well, not technically.”
“Technically? I need a little more to go on here, honey,” he said almost desperately. He wanted her fiercely, and to his dismay her innocence only fueled that fire when it should have turned him off.
“I–I’ve had sex three times,” she admitted, her teeth sinking into her lush lower lip. “I wouldn’t say it went well. In fact all three times were a bust. He said I was frigid. Maybe I am. I don’t know.”
“I’m absolutely sure you’re not frigid, honey.”
“Why?” she asked, struggling to her elbows. “Because I’m the daughter of Annette Foster, the town floozy? If my mother loved sex that much then I must too?”
Jared wasn’t the most sensitive of men but even he knew his answer to her question was important and he couldn’t fuck it up. He laid his palm on her shoulder and gently pressed her back onto the blanket.
“Your mother has nothing to do with this. The reason I know you’re not frigid is by how you’ve responded to me. No frigid woman heats up like that after a kiss. As for your would-be lover, he may want to check a book or two out of the library about sex. I think he needs to learn a few things. Maybe a lot more.”
He must have said the right thing because her pupils had turned a deep purple and her breath was becoming more shallow. His little Misty was definitely aroused.
“He seemed to know a lot about…you know…sex. What would he need to learn?”
Such an innocent question but the perfect opening to showing her all the pleasure her body could give and receive. Jared made a mental note to punch that asshole boyfriend of hers if they ever met up. That made two of her former men he was looking to put a hurt on. Jared couldn’t think of any other woman who brought out the Neanderthal in him like Misty did. He wanted to drag her off to his cave for the next week and make love to her over and over until she was convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt she wasn’t frigid.
He balanced his weight on his elbows and dropped kisses on the skin just above her collar, enjoying the sigh of pleasure that fell from her lips. “For one thing, he needs to learn that a woman takes a little longer to get warmed up and he should go at her speed. Take his time.”
“What–what else?” she asked, a sexy breathless quality to her voice that made the blood pump in his veins a little harder. Her innocence was so goddamn sexy it hurt.
“A man needs to learn how to undress a woman, for example. Kiss every inch of skin as he exposes it. Tell her how incredibly beautiful and sexy she is and how much she turns you on. A woman wants to be romanced and seduced.”
Her eyes were wide with amazement now and he had to hide his chuckle of amusement. She was glued to his every word.
“A man should make sure the woman has an orgasm first, and if possible has at least two. That’s job number one. If she isn’t satisfied and exhausted from your lovemaking then you’re half-assing it.” Hadn’t Gerald Monroe always told Jared that any job worth doing was worth doing well? He’d taken his father’s words to heart. “Maybe we should get these clothes out of the way.”
His hands slid under her sweater, inching it up until her midriff was on display. He pressed kisses from her waistband up her belly until the cotton of her bra halted him. Wanting to make this last for her, he dragged his tongue down her rib cage and then around to her belly button. Misty giggled and wriggled underneath him, brushing his denim-covered cock and taking his breath away.
Her skin was creamy and velvet-soft, and he had to deliberately slow himself down as he gently tugged the knitted monstrosity over her head while his lips and tongue traveled up the sweet scented valley between her breasts and then under the lace edge of her bra. He tossed the sweater to the side and continued to rain kisses across her shoulders all the way down to her delicate artist’s fingertips, loving the groans and sighs she emitted with each tender touch.
Jared nuzzled her neck while his fingers grazed her stomach on the way to the button on her jeans. He slid them open and tugged the zipper down slowly, letting his lips create a path down the middle of her torso all the way to the elastic of her white cotton panties.
He had to close his eyes and concentrate on his breathing so he could keep up this slow and steady pace. She didn’t need him coming on too strong and ravishing her like a caveman. He would treat tonight as if this was her first time. In a way it was…this was the first time she’d know true passion. He’d make sure of it.
Working the thick denim down her legs, her baggy jeans joined the sweater in a pile on the floor. He knelt beside her and let his gaze run up and down this woman who was looking up at him so trustingly.
What he saw took his breath away.
She looked like an angel.
An angel with hourglass perfect curves that he couldn’t wait to worship and praise. In fact, he was going to start right now.
“You’re gorgeous, Misty. So fucking beautiful. I don’t even have the words to describe how amazing you are. I wish I did but you take my breath away.” He lifted her hand and pressed her fingers to his hard cock pushing for release from the confines of the denim. He bit back his groan of frustration as her palm pressed and rubbed against his fly. “This is what you do to me. I swear I could pound nails with my dick, I’m so hard. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now, right here.”
His compliments had turned her already pink cheeks a bright red and it spread all the way down to the curve of her luscious breasts. Her arm was crossed over her chest but it only served to push them up temptingly. If he didn’t m
ake love to her soon his cock and balls were going to explode in a burst of flames.
“I’m too heavy,” she whispered, her gaze darting everywhere, unable to look him in the eye.
“Are you kidding? You’re perfect. Why do you cover up this gorgeous body with those clothes that are two sizes too big? You should be showing it off and making us men drool on our chins.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “I didn’t want people to think…”
Her voice trailed away but he got the idea. She didn’t want anyone to think she was like her mother. Somewhere along the line she’d taken it to the extreme, suppressing her own healthy sexual appetite. But tonight he hoped she would throw away all that baggage.
And let herself go.
Nothing had prepared Misty for Jared’s assault to her senses. She felt wonderfully alive as if for the first time. Every nerve ending in her skin tingled, her breath came in rasps, and heat swept from her toes all the way up to her forehead. This was nothing like the fumbling attempts she’d had before. Jared seemed to know all the places to touch and kiss.
She felt helpless to resist.
But shouldn’t she? Would he think she was easy or trampy if she went up in flames so easily? She was acting so different from her usual reserved self it unnerved her. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel about it.
Jared didn’t give her a chance to ponder the question.
His tongue traced the straps of her bra as he reached behind her and unclipped the fastenings. The garment seemed to slide away of its own volition along with her panties moments later, leaving her bare to his heated gaze.
Bending his head to her breast, he teased an already hard nipple with his tongue until it was painfully tight. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth to try and get some sort of semblance of control over the arousal and heat that fizzed through her veins. A man’s touch had never affected her like this before.
He lifted up and paused his ministrations. “Relax, honey. There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing here. If it feels good it’s okay.”
His soft assurances made her realize she was holding herself stiff and immobile in his arms, trying to think about anything but how he made her feel.
“It’s just–I’ve never felt…” Completely inarticulate at this moment, she simply shook her head. “It almost feels…too good.”
That made him grin and chuckle, his warm breath like a caress on the sensitive peaks of her breasts.
“You’re good for my ego, honey. But there’s no such thing as too good. I feel the same when you touch me.”
The thought that her hands and lips could make him feel this amazing piqued her curiosity. She’d never had anyone say she aroused them but Jared’s words intimated that very thing. And she wanted to make him as wonderful as she did. She slid her palms down his chest over his flat abdomen, tearing a groan from his lips and making her smile.
Plucking at the buttons on his shirt, she parted the material and let her fingers explore the muscles underneath the fabric. His eyes closed and his breath became more ragged as she tentatively explored the ridges of his stomach. A surge of feminine power ran through her, hiking up her own arousal ten-fold.
“Do you like how I feel, Misty? I love how silky soft your skin is.” Jared nuzzled the underside of a breast, running his tongue down her belly and pushing her legs apart. Reflexively her hands when to cover her already drenched slit. Her reaction caused him to stop but there was determination gleaming in his eyes. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re beautiful all over. Let me show you.”
His tone was soft and cajoling and the battle inside of her intensified. She didn’t want all this sparkling pleasure to stop and she desperately wanted to feel his tongue do all manner of naughty things to her. With a determination she didn’t know she had she lifted her hands away, exposing all of herself.
“Ah, beautiful. All pink and wet, just for me.”
Jared ran a finger through her pussy, drawing a scream of pleasure from her lips. He chuckled and bent his head to lap at her now swollen clit and she almost came off the blanket, the feelings so intense. So good, so wonderful. Lights danced behind her lids and lightning zipped to her extremities. A coil of arousal tightened in her abdomen with each movement of his tongue, now running through every fold and crevice.
Her body was completely under his control now. She felt herself moving toward orgasm, her entire being up in flames. When his mouth closed over her clit and sucked she was lost. Crying out his name, her muscles tightened as the pleasure intensified. Wave after wave rolled through her leaving her breathless and wrung out. When she finally came down from the clouds he was whispering sweet words in her ear and stroking her hair.
He didn’t say anything for a long time, letting her luxuriate in what she’d experienced. She’d had orgasms before but never with someone else. It was more intense and exciting – more pleasurable than she’d ever imagined.
He pressed his lips to her temple and then her cheekbone.
“Can I ask you a question?” She nodded, still wrapped in her cocoon of wonderment. “Is Misty a nickname or short for something else? It’s pretty but so unusual. I’ve never met one before.”
She smiled at his question. This was one of her favorite memories from childhood. “It’s from the book Misty of Chincoteague. That was my mother’s favorite book and she said she was like the mom horse in the book – Phantom. Phantom wanted to run wild and free. Kind of like my mom.”
“What do you want?” She could feel his words against her skin and it sent vibrations to every part of her body. How could she still be aroused after coming so hard?
“I don’t need to be wild but I can’t wait to be free. I’ll be free in Seattle.”
“Free from what, honey?”
Jared’s fingers were already doing magic things as he stroked her skin, tickling the base of her spine.
“Free from the expectations of this town. Free from their judgment.”
“You need to stop caring what they think, honey. You need to stop giving them so much power over your life and how you live it.”
He wasn’t wrong but she didn’t want to dwell on that now. She wanted to feel more of what he’d given her a taste of.
Exquisite pleasure.
Pushing open his shirt, she pressed kisses to his muscular chest, the skin warm and firm under her lips. Her fingers tugged at his clothes and he finally chuckled and began to help her, the shirt coming off to reveal wide shoulders and a lean waist. His boots came next, then his jeans and boxers. His male beauty was a sight to behold and she wanted to explore every inch of his body – so different from her own.
Her gaze zeroed in on his hard cock – large and jutting proudly from a nest of dark hair. The head was reddish-purple and the slit had a few shiny drops of fluid on it, while the shaft was painted with a web of red and blue veins. She tentatively reached out and traced one with a finger but snatched it back when she heard his sharply indrawn breath.
“Easy, honey. You can touch me all you want but just remember you’re going to get a reaction. But I want you to touch me.”
This time she started her exploration at his shoulders, her hands gliding down his arms and then to his abdomen. Her fingers explored each ridge and plane before finally traveling back to his cock – her fist surrounding him. It seemed to swell even larger under her palm and she bent over to swipe her tongue on the head just as he’d done to her earlier. He jerked and swore but didn’t pull away and it gave her confidence to delve further, running her tongue around the head until he groaned and shuddered.
“I can’t take much more, honey. My balls are pulled up so tight it’s painful. I want you but I don’t want to rush. Are you ready for me? Do you want more?”
She wanted it all. Nodding, she lay back down on the blanket and held out her arms beckoning him to lie on top of her. His large body pressed hers into the floor and his cock nudged her entrance. She tensed for a moment having
known only discomfort previously, but his soft butterfly kisses on her shoulder took away any trepidation she might have. He’d been so gentle up to this point there was no reason to think that would end.
He began to press forward but then pulled back quickly, an expletive on his lips. Leaving her for a moment, he grabbed his pants from a pile close by and her heart sank. He was going to get dressed and leave. She’d done something to turn him off. He didn’t want her anymore.
Her breathing returned to normal when he pulled a condom packet from his pocket. “Damn, you scramble my brains, honey. I almost forgot this.”
Tearing open the square with his teeth, he quickly rolled the protection on and came back down on top of her, the heat from his body warming her own. Arousal was already bubbling through her veins like the champagne she’d drank at New Year’s Eve and she clung to Jared like a rock in a storm.
This time when he entered her she spread her legs in readiness, not wanting him to think she didn’t want this or that she was unsure. He pressed forward slowly and gently a few inches then stopped, letting her get used to the invasion before pushing forward again, each easy thrust gaining more purchase. Her honey eased his way and when he was into the hilt he paused and let his forehead drop onto her own.
Their breathing was ragged and labored and his body was covered with a sheen of sweat. She wasn’t so naïve not to know it was from the immense control he was keeping over himself. He’d taken his time and given her all the gentleness and patience she could have asked for but it had taken its toll on him. His expression was tortured, his jaw tight with the effort.
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