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by Opal Carew


  Her hands slid under his jacket and over his shoulders, and he felt his jacket fall away. The delicate feel of her fingers releasing the buttons of his shirt sent quivers across his flesh. Their lips parted and he pulled off his tie, then tugged his shirt from his arms and shed it. Her hand glided over his bulging cock, still restrained within his tuxedo pants. He unfastened the button and tugged down the zipper, desperate to feel her stroke his naked shaft with her delicate fingers.

  They wrapped around him and he gasped. She gazed up at his face with a big smile, her face absolutely radiant.

  But it was too fast. Too—

  He sucked in a breath as she stroked him, flaming heat searing through him.

  Too intense.

  “Dana, wait,” he said as he grasped her shoulders and pressed her back, far enough that her hand slipped from his throbbing member.

  Her eyes widened in alarm. “Mason?”

  “We have to—”

  “No,” she cried with determination and grabbed his shoulders. “I’m not going to let you change your mind. We both want this.”

  He couldn’t help chuckling at her complete commitment to her goal. She was tenacious.

  Her lips compressed. “Why are you laughing at me?”

  Grinning, he shook his head, then kissed her lightly. “I’m not laughing at you. I was just going to say that we have to slow down. I’m a man, and I’m close to bursting with wanting you, so if you want me to take you gently, you’ll have to work with me. Okay?”

  The anxiety faded from her face and she smiled, a beautiful sight to behold.

  “Oh.” She nodded. “Of course. I’ll do whatever you say. Just tell me what to do.”

  As strong as the fire already burning in him was, those words were like throwing gasoline on the flames. The Dom in him yearned to take complete control of her. To bend her to his will like a willow branch.

  “Go grab a bottle of wine from the wine rack in the kitchenette and pour us each a glass. It will help us unwind a little.”

  As she followed his instructions, he pulled off his shoes, socks, and tuxedo pants, watching her performing the simple, domestic task wearing nothing but her lacy undergarments and high heels, his heart thudding in his chest.

  She returned and offered him a glass of red wine. They clinked glasses and sipped. He knew that often the pain a virgin felt upon penetration was primarily because of anxiety, which caused the woman to tighten her internal muscles, so he wanted Dana to be as relaxed as possible. A glass of wine would help.

  And making sure she was completely ready for him would also help.

  Her gaze moved down his naked chest, over his abs, to his boxers, which were barely holding his swollen cock inside. She smiled and reached for him, but he captured her hand.

  “What happened to me telling you what to do?”

  She smiled impishly. “Well, you didn’t tell me not to.”

  He grinned. “Okay. Don’t touch.”

  She pouted, then sipped her wine. He led her to the bed and sat down with her beside him. His gaze locked on hers and hers dipped away, then returned as her cheeks blushed prettily.

  God, she was so sweet and innocent. And all he wanted to do was push her down on the pristine white sheets and drive his aching cock inside her. To thrust into her until he heard her cry out in pleasure, and then gasp and moan his name as she shattered in orgasm.

  Then he would erupt inside her, finally fulfilling the gut-wrenching yearning he’d suffered for over a decade.

  But first, he had to ease them into things. Ensure it was a sweet and tender experience for her.

  He didn’t normally do either. Typically, the women he was with wanted to be handled roughly and with force. They wanted him to command them. Punish them. Completely dominate them.

  And he’d come to need to do those things.

  It had started with Maria on Dana’s prom night, and continued for several months. Maria had kept him from going insane when he’d needed to release the agony of pent up longing for Dana. He had found he enjoyed Maria’s complete submission, and after his father had blackmailed Mason out of the mansion, and out of Dana’s life, he’d found he’d developed a taste for submissive women. He’d tried vanilla relationships after that, but they just didn’t satisfy him, so he sought out the type of women he needed.

  He didn’t know how long he could play the sweet lover, but he wanted Dana enough to subdue his dark urges and be what she needed right now. A gentle, tender lover.

  “Should I pour us another?” Dana asked, holding up her empty glass.

  He took the delicate crystal from her fingers and set it on the table beside the bed.

  “No. No more wine.” His lips spread into a smile. “I don’t want anything to diminish your full enjoyment of what we’re about to do.”

  He stroked her cheek, then glided his finger along the side of her neck. Her skin felt silky soft. He leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips against hers, then kissed the corner of her mouth. He fluttered kisses to her temple, then breathed softly into her ear. Her soft moan was a delight. He nuzzled her neck and she whimpered.

  He eased back and allowed his gaze to travel over her body, lingering on her breasts. Her nipples pushed against the lace of her bra and he longed to set them free.

  “Dana, you are so beautiful,” he said, gliding his finger along her shoulder.

  She watched him, her blue eyes wide.

  He stroked downward, then dragged his fingertip along the edge of her lace bra, loving the silky feel of the swell of her breasts.He reached around her and unfastened her bra, then drew it from her body, revealing her round, full breasts and puckered nipples.

  She gazed at him, watching him admire her body.

  “Do you like what you see?” she asked.

  “You have no idea.” His cock twitched in his boxers, begging to be released.

  “I want you to touch me, Mason. And I want to touch you.” The level of need in her voice made his cock painfully hard.

  He cupped one soft breast and caressed. It filled his hand, the hard, swollen nipple pressing into his palm. He eased her back against the cushions on the side of the couch. As she leaned against them, her bight eyes watched him. He stroked her other breast, then leaned down and covered her nipple with his mouth.

  “Oh, yes.”

  Her soft, breathy voice filled him with need. He suckled gently and she moaned. He licked her hard nub, then suckled some more. Her whimpers increased, setting his blood on fire.

  His hand glided down her stomach until he found the lace of her panties. He stroked over the thin fabric, wondering if she was wet. He was rewarded with the feel of dampness that soaked right through the lace.

  He had to hold himself back from gliding underneath to feel her silken folds. She arched against his hand in silent invitation.

  He switched to the other nipple and lapped at it with his tongue, then sucked softly.

  “Oh, Mason, I need you so much. Please, when—”

  But he covered her lips with a finger, stopping her words.

  “We don’t want to rush this,” he answered.

  She laughed breathily. “I don’t think ten years is rushing.”

  He laughed. “Well, that may be true, but what’s important is tonight, and the culmination of our long journey of obsession and desire.”

  “Obsession?”

  He leaned close to her ear and murmured, “Well, we both must be pretty obsessed to still feel this strongly after all this time.” He brushed his lips against the side of her neck, loving her little gasp of delight. “And you. You actually kept your virginity for me.” He said it teasingly, but she dropped her gaze to his chest.

  Was it true? Had she really turned down other men in hopes that one day they might do with him what they were about to do?

  True or not, he was making her uncomfortable and that would make her tense.

  He stroked her shoulders. “I was teasing, Dana.”

  Then he s
troked her breasts and cupped them in his hands. She smiled and her eyelids fell closed. She mewed softly as he lavished attention on her soft mounds. Caressing them. Licking her nipples, then suckling softly.

  “I want to touch you, Mason.”

  He smiled and stood up, then peeled away his boxers. She watched him with wide eyes, then when he stood in front of her, she gently wrapped her hand around him, her fingers not quite reaching all the way around his thick shaft. She began gliding up and down.

  Now it was his turn to moan. Her touch set him on fire. His eyelids fell closed at her gentle strokes, then popped back open when he felt her lips cover his cockhead. She had it fully in her mouth before he could protest.

  He ran his fingers through her hair as she slid further down his shaft, and he eased her head back.

  “Dana, that’s not a good idea. I’m already well past ready.”

  She smiled, then licked his tip, sending quivers through him.

  “But you are so full of restraint. I think you can handle it.” Then she glided on him and took him deep, and sucked.

  The intense sensations, paired with his need to control her, sent anger flaring through him.

  She should do as she was told. He would never put up with this from his subs. He tightened his hold on her hair and coiled it around his hand, ready to pull her away, but she squeezed him in her mouth and he couldn’t do it. It felt too warm and exquisitely pleasurable being right there. Filling her mouth and throat.

  She glided back, then slid deep again. He groaned.

  Her hands found his balls and she caressed them, her soft, feminine touch stirring him more than he could fathom. His groin ached with the need to thrust into her. To fill her throat again and again until he found sweet release by pumping his load into her.

  She squeezed him in her mouth and pleasure swelled in him.

  Fuck, he was too damn close!

  Frustration lurched through him at the fact she wasn’t obeying him. He was used to a woman doing exactly what he told her.

  His cock twitched and he tugged on her hair, still wound around his hand, pulling her head from his quivering member. She sucked in a breath and her gaze shot to his, her eyes wide in alarm.

  “Dana, I told you we needed to go slow,” he said through gritted teeth. But the need in him was intensifying and he felt his control unraveling.

  His gaze glided down her body, falling on her skimpy panties. He tucked his fingers under the elastic and drew them down. She lay down and raised her hips so he could pull them lower, then he slid them down her legs and dropped them to the floor.

  He dipped his finger between her damp folds. The feel of her hot, slick flesh drove his desire to the limit. She opened her legs and he slid his finger inside, keeping a tight rein on himself, allowing only a fingertip. Then slowly pushing in deeper, watching her face for any sign of distress.

  Instead, her blue eyes were filled with desire.

  He slid a second finger inside, and pushed in a little deeper. Then she arched, pushing his fingers deeper still. He groaned and pushed all the way, then stroked her velvety, untouched opening. Slowly, he slid in a third finger, stretching her tight passage, preparing her for his cock.

  But her opening was so narrow …

  “Oh, Mason, that feels so good.”

  He started to draw his fingers out, plagued with second thoughts, but she grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

  “Mason?”

  “Dana, I’m sorry, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

  She gazed at him with wide doe eyes and murmured, “You can’t stop now. Please, you promised.”

  Anger flared through him. Why was she pushing him? He did everything he could to ensure he didn’t do anything she didn’t want him to, yet she seemed to care nothing for what he wanted.

  And right now, he wanted to stop this.

  He wrenched his wrist from her grip, pulling his fingers from her passage. But as soon as he was free, he felt an agony of need, wanting to feel her velvet heat around him again.

  She lay there, her legs wide, her enchanting pussy open to him.

  * * *

  Dana was desperate. She needed Mason so badly, she would do anything to entice him. She reached for his cock and stroked it. She opened her legs wider, then arched her body.

  “Please, Mason. Fill me with your big cock.”

  And it was big. Swelling in her hand as he watched her, his midnight blue eyes filled with emotion and intense desire.

  He leaned into her hand and, encouraged, she stroked him faster. His engorged member pulsed in her hand, as if it would burst at any moment. She drew it closer to her and he knelt between her knees.

  Oh, yes, she needed to feel him inside her. She pressed him to her needy flesh and glided him along her folds. He groaned.

  A battle seemed to be waging in his eyes, and she sensed he was losing his control.

  She stroked him again and pressed him against her opening, readying herself for his slow, steady penetration.

  “I need you, Mason. Please fill me.”

  As if acting on her words without thought, he drove forward. She gasped at the feel of his thick cock driving deep into her yielding flesh. Pain seared through her as he thrust deep into her, his body covering hers, pinning her to the bed.

  Then his whole body stiffened, his arms holding the bulk of his weight, and she realized he was trembling.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice tight and angry.

  He drew his head up and gazed at her. She realized her body was quivering, too, at the shock of his invasion.

  “Dana, I…” Then he turned his head away. “God damn it.”

  He started to pull away, but she wrapped her arms around his waist and held tight.

  He stopped resisting and silence hung between them. The pain had diminished and she was getting used to the feel of his big, thick cock inside her.

  “Dana, I’m so sorry. There’s nothing I can ever do that will make up for this.”

  “Sure there is.” She smiled. “Finish the job.”

  He frowned. “You’re taking this too lightly. This was your first time and I…” His eyes flared with anger, and she realized it was at himself. “I fucking drove into you like a barbarian.”

  She stroked up his back and over his shoulder.

  “Mason, you’re taking this too seriously.”

  “But your first time should be tender and loving. It should be special.”

  She smiled. “It is.” She nuzzled his neck. “It’s with you.”

  “But I—”

  She covered his lips with her finger. “You lost control. Because you wanted me so much. How could I not love that?”

  His expression softened, the anger and frustration seeping away. He pressed his forehead to hers. “Dana, you’re too forgiving.”

  She wiggled beneath him, shifting his cock inside her, sending wonderful, thrilling sensations through her.

  “That may be true,”—she laughed—“but I might not forgive you if you don’t start moving soon.” She grinned. “I mean, from what I understand, there’s more to it than this, right?”

  * * *

  Anger burned through Mason at his own incredible selfishness and lack of control. He’d driven into her, causing her obvious pain. He’d betrayed her total trust in him.

  He’d been a fucking idiot.

  And yet, here she was, her face beaming with a radiant smile, her enchanting beauty mesmerizing.

  She gazed at him, her luminous blue eyes filled with desire. Wanting him to make love to her. And the feel of her around him, her tight passage embracing his aching erection, was too much to resist.

  “Yes, my love, there is definitely more.” He brushed his lips over hers in a gentle kiss, then deepened it.

  She slid her arms up his back and around his neck, her mouth moving under his.

  Their mouths parted and he captured her gaze. He watched her as he slowly, and oh so gently, drew back, gliding his cock along h
er passage. Her eyes widened a little, but he saw no distress.

  When he was almost all the way out, he kissed her softly. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded, but seemed a little tense.

  “This time, I’ll take it slow. Okay?”

  She nodded again and he felt her relax a little.

  Painfully slowly, he eased forward, his cockhead pushing into her tight opening.

  It was blissful, feeling her gripping him intimately as he moved deeper into her. It took everything he had not to thrust forward, driven by the intense yearning to feel her embracing his full length again. Being all the way inside her was like finding his way home. The only place in the world where he fully belonged. He fought back a huge well of emotion that could easily bring him to tears.

  Her lovely eyes glowed softly as he filled her ever deeper, moving slowly, tempering his insistent need to thrust forward and claim her with his desire to guide her to exquisite pleasure.

  This was for her. His cherished Dana.

  “Oh, Mason,” she murmured, her voice filled with joyful desire.

  She needed him inside her.

  She wanted him.

  His cock continued forward, almost all the way in. Then she squeezed him inside and he groaned, jolting in the last inch. She moaned, her eyes wide and glowing.

  His heart sang at being here again. So deep inside her. He felt himself tremble against her, his pulse pounding in his ears.

  She clung to his shoulders. “You feel so good inside me.” She squeezed again, sending his cock twitching.

  “If you keep doing that, I’m going to lose it again and things will pick up faster than you might like.”

  She smiled and kissed under his chin. “Bring it on.”

  God, she was fearless. She was new at this, but willing to dive right in.

  But it was up to him to stay grounded and ensure she enjoyed this to the fullest.

  He kissed her. “We need to keep it slow for now.”

  She gripped his shoulders and arched up beneath him. “I love how it feels when you glide into me slowly, but now I want to feel it faster. I want to feel you moving inside me, and … I don’t know. Just … more.”

  “Baby, part of this whole thing is building to the peak.” He swirled his pelvis a little, eliciting a small gasp from her. “Do you trust me?”

 

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