“I could get addicted to the taste of you.”
Too stunned by her experience to say anything, she looked up into his mahogany eyes and tried to sort out the myriad of confusing and complicated emotions that assailed her. As his lips met hers she could taste herself on him. It shocked her even more that she found the scent, the taste of her own musky arousal incredibly erotic.
Once her mother told her that oral sex was one step over the line into perversion and that if she ever practiced such an act, God would “turn her over to a reprobate mind”. She never really believed it but was never faced with the issue anyway. Now that she’d experienced it, for the first time in her thirty-two years, the idea was beyond ridiculous. It was, in fact, the most intimate thing she’d ever experienced. Ever.
Watching her, Lucas backed away and stood. At first she was sure he was going to leave her. She held her breath, clenched her hands to her sides to keep from pulling him back and prayed that he would stay. Even though she’d had her very first multiple orgasm, something she believed she was incapable of, her body still hummed for more. She was desperate to feel the hard, unyielding weight of him pressing down on her, covering her.
Relief flooded through her as he pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. That relief was short-lived as her eyes dropped to his very substantial erection. She doubted he would be considered freakishly huge but she knew what her body was capable of taking. Watching his cock standing up long and thick and hard as steel she wasn’t feeling confident about her abilities at all. Her reaction was probably not what he was expecting but she couldn’t help it. Sure, she knew he was well endowed from the feel of him pressing against her through his jeans. But uninhibited, he looked much larger than she’d imagined.
“Jaimee?” His voice was husky with need, his brows furrowed in concern.
Excitement and apprehension were befuddling her. What if she couldn’t take it all? What if she was too…short? What if she disappointed him? Maybe it would be best if they stopped now. No, she couldn’t send him away in his present condition. That would have to be painful for him. Maybe he’d be somewhat satisfied even if she couldn’t accommodate all of him. She chewed her bottom lip nervously and lifted her gaze to his.
He rose over her and once again captured her wrists, his thigh pressed against her pussy. She closed her eyes tight against the newly flourishing heat.
“Look at me,” he said roughly.
She lifted her lids and looked into his eyes. Dark velvet heat. Her heart skipped a beat at the raw desire in them.
“Lucas, I’ve only been with one man.” She rushed to explain before he had a chance to speak. “He wasn’t…well, it was…” As full-on panic took hold of her she looked up at him, pleading for him to understand. It was so damn hard to form a rational thought when her body was screaming for more of his touch. “Look, I’m just not sure we can. I mean I’m not sure I was made to take all you have to give,” she finished with frustration, feeling utterly idiotic.
He didn’t smile or laugh at her; which was a relief, until he began to kiss her. Pulling her arms up over her head, his mouth left a heated trail across her jaw, down her throat. No, he didn’t find her humorous. Maybe he was going to ignore her altogether.
“Lucas.” She moaned and he continued to ignore her as he cuffed both wrists in one hand, freeing the other to lift and mold her breast. His shaft lay hot and hard against her thigh. She wanted to feel him slide inside. At the same time she was apprehensive he wouldn’t fit comfortably. The truth was, Brent hadn’t been large at all and he’d had trouble maintaining an erection so he was never very hard and still he’d had enough to satisfy her. Hadn’t he?
“Jaimee, you were made for a lot more than this.” His voice was quiet, deep and dark. It held authority that sent hot shivers blazing up her spine. “I intend to spend a long, long time proving it to you.”
Derailing her train of thought completely, Lucas kissed along the inside slope of her breast as he released her wrists. Ever-increasing arousal expanded through her. His hands moved over her, his mouth closed over her nipples, sucking, laving the stiff peaks like a starving man. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him closer as she arched against him.
“Lucas.” She wrapped one leg around his thigh. Suddenly eager for him, she groaned. “Just do it, I need you now. I don’t care if it hurts,” she breathed. “I want—”
“Dammit, Jaimee, listen to me,” he growled harshly. When she looked up at him she stilled at the savage lust in his expression. It thrilled her that she inspired so much want in him. The heat, the aggression in his eyes amplified all she was feeling. “I won’t hurt you. I want your pleasure. I need it as much as I need my own. But we’re going to do this my way. You’re just going to have to trust me.”
With crystal blue eyes, wide and bright with arousal, Jaimee gazed up at him and nodded. To lessen the sharpness of his tone he smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her soft mouth. God, her skin, her mouth, her pretty pussy, everything about her was so soft, so inviting. She was such a sweet thing he was going to find it hard to ever leave her alone again.
There was no sense in denying that her reaction to the sight of his erection did amazing things for his masculine pride. It was one of those built-in male flaws, he guessed. Her amazement, mingled with her unmistakable lust, was incredibly provocative. Not that he needed his desire provoked. The taste and feel of her sweet body, the sound of her breathless cries of pleasure and her screams of ecstasy were enough to drive him mad. The way his cock ached to drive deep inside her had him gritting his teeth. She was much tighter than he’d expected her to be so he had no choice but to take it slow, allow her body to acclimate to him.
Jaimee’s hands smoothed over his back, holding him closer. “You feel so good,” she murmured against his lips as she shifted, arching her back. He tensed, his breath hissed through clenched teeth.
“Holy hell,” he groaned. “Baby, be still. Don’t move.”
She wasn’t listening. The little wildcat was nipping at his throat, his shoulder; her eager little hands were gripping his ass for all she was worth. As a desperate act to save his sanity he reached behind him, caught her wrists and pinned them down on either side of her head. He kissed her hard, thrust his tongue between her lips and swallowed her frustrated whimper. God she tasted so good.
“More,” she groaned and lifted her hips, taking him inside.
He growled in warning as he pushed deeper inside her. Jaimee cried out and threw her head back as the tight walls of her channel convulsed, expanding to accommodate him. Her thighs tightened on his hips, her soft supple breasts pressed against his chest.
“Goddammit, Jaimee.” His cock was throbbing, his body engulfed in pleasure and all he wanted to do was thrust hard and deep inside her. No, he shook his head; he had to give her body time to adjust, to accept him.
“Don’t stop.” She looked up at him, her eyes intense with pleasure and a depth of emotion he wasn’t prepared for. Everything he’d ever wanted reflected back at him from Jaimee’s beautiful cerulean eyes.
Fire coursed through her blood and her heart skipped several beats as she held Lucas’s hot cinnamon gaze. It was a smoldering, intense gaze, his jaw set. Everything about him was so hard; it was amazing to her and incredibly arousing. Afraid to move, to break the spell, she stilled beneath him. Without looking away he withdrew, just a fraction and thrust deeper. She held her breath as the pleasure shuddered through her.
“Wrap your legs around me.” It was a command, low and hoarse. She blinked up at him as she quickly did as he asked. Watching her, he released her wrists and brushed the damp hair from her face as he pushed deeper inside.
“Lucas,” she whimpered, her breath coming in pants. The pleasure was so sharp, so close to shattering, she couldn’t stand any more.
“Hold on to me.” He lifted her hips and slid a pillow beneath them. Sweat beaded across his forehead and bathed his body in a slick sheen. Taking his fac
e in her hands, she pulled him to her and kissed him with all the passion she could convey. She wanted him to know what he did to her, needed for him to feel it.
A strangled gasp escaped her throat as he gripped her hips and thrust into her fully. Her nails bit into his back and her legs tightened around his hips. Immersed in the erotic pulse of pleasure she cried out, her hips bucked to meet each soul-shattering thrust.
She clung to him, sinking her short nails into his back. He bared his teeth as he rammed against her, faster, harder. It was all so overwhelmingly incredible. She watched his face, trying to memorize his expression, the sound, the scent of this unbelievable moment. His eyes, so dark, unrelenting and intent locked with hers and she couldn’t lower her lids if she wanted to.
His head fell back with a roar of pleasure just as an orgasm crested and took her breath away. All coherent thought spun away as she arched upward and cried out. Her body yielded to the overpowering euphoria of Lucas’s cock pumping deep, filling her ultra-sensitive pussy with his hot seed.
As his own climax subsided, Lucas flipped onto his back, taking Jaimee with him. She collapsed on top of him. His shaft was still seated firmly inside her though it had relaxed some. Still, the sensation of being filled and so sensitive was absolutely wonderful. It took her a few moments to realize she was draped over him and how exposed she was. Lying down was one thing, gravity was in her favor then; her stomach seemed flatter, her breasts seemed perkier. It was obvious to her at this point that he was attracted to her but she didn’t want to take chances. If there was any disapproval in his expression now it would hurt too much. And worse, what if he started instructing her on how she could improve herself? Well, if he did that she’d have to kill him.
Hoping to avoid the risk of any of that, she pushed herself up to roll off him. His cock flexed, thickened inside her once again. He grasped her hips and wouldn’t let her move. “Fuck,” he swore softly. “Be still.”
She hissed at the aching ripples that radiated from the core of her but she was sure if she had another orgasm she’d die from it. Amazed she’d had more than one climax in the first place it further confounded her as to how easily Lucas had made her come.
“Lucas,” she murmured against his throat. He smelled so good, so male, she couldn’t help but nuzzle him, taste, just a little. She let her tongue stroke over his Adam’s apple.
“Hmm?” His voice was hoarse, deep and sexy. It vibrated through her and her body erupted with little after tremors.
“If you make me come again, I think something in my mind will snap and you’ll leave me a drooling idiot for the rest of my life.”
Even his low chuckle was sensuous. He moved inside her and his hands slid down to cup her ass. Fresh desire welled from her core and radiated through her.
“I’m serious, Lucas,” she breathed, shuddering against him as his fingers caressed the crease of her ass and lower to circle the taut flesh where they connected. “Mmm, no, no, I can’t, you can’t…”
“I love it when you challenge me.” He groaned, pushing her up as he tilted his hips and pressed deeper inside her.
Fully erect and fully encased inside her he moved slowly, rotating his hips and he withdrew and drove her higher. Realizing her exposure she tried to cover herself and lean down against him. The sharp sting of Lucas’s hand striking her ass had her jaw dropping. Pleasure spiked through her, searing her pussy, and tiny little vibrations feathered over her clit. Even her nipples tingled. She blinked down at him, gasping for breath amid the little earthquake the swat had caused.
“You hit me.”
“I smacked your ass. I told you never to try and hide from me again.” His tone was gruff. Frowning up at her, his hands smoothed over her hips and up her back. “I love to look at you. You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he began to move, his shaft slowly moving inside her again.
She would have been thoroughly pissed off if she wasn’t so completely turned on. It was astonishing how powerfully erotic the act had been. Biting her lip, she lifted herself away from him. She wasn’t like that, was she? The kind of girl who liked to have her ass smacked? She shuddered as his thumbs grazed over her nipples. But damn if she didn’t want to disobey again. Spirals of sensation pushed the concern from her mind. Lucas cupped her breasts, molding and kneading them as he moved slow and steady inside her again.
She swore she could feel every pulsing vein in his shaft, the ridge of his thick round head as it grazed the over-sensitive walls of her vagina. Soft cries escaped the back of her throat with each slide of his shaft, each rotation of his hips as he ground his pelvis against hers.
Her fingers glided over his body until they found his nipple rings and tugged gently. His breath hissed through his teeth. His hips thrust hard against her as his fingers gripped her breasts tighter.
“Did I hurt you?” Jaimee’s voice sounded breathy, weak. Frowning down at him, her palms flattened over his nipples. They were like hard beads against her palm and for some reason that was highly satisfying to her.
“Hell no,” he croaked and she tugged again.
At the same time he pinched her nipples hard in return, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. Pain wasn’t always a bad thing she was learning. Not wanting to analyze what that meant, what she’d always believed about herself, she focused on the feel of Lucas’s shaft stroking the walls of her sheath.
Lucas’s hands left her breasts and slid down her stomach. For a moment she panicked as his hands lingered at her navel, her rounded belly.
“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So soft, so perfect.”
Her breath caught in her throat at his words. But before she could respond, his long fingers slid through the damp curls of her mound and delved inside the swollen folds of her pussy to glide over clit. She bucked against him, crying out at the pain/pleasure his touch caused her. He was driving her crazy with his slow withdraw, slide and rotating grind.
“Don’t, Lucas. It’s too much.”
Ignoring her, his fingers circled the knot of over-stimulated nerves until she was nearly crying from the intense sensations.
“Jaimee, you have the most responsive little clit.” He took her hand in his and made her touch herself. “See? Feel how tight and hard it is?”
“Lucas,” she pleaded.
Brushing her hand away he took her clit between his finger and thumb as he licked her juices from her fingers. “I love the taste of you, the feel of your skin.”
She struggled for breath as she grasped his wrist. She opened her mouth to tell him she wanted that little sting of pleasure that vibrated over her bottom. But the words got stuck in her throat and with a sigh that sounded more like a groan, she let her head fall back.
He rose until he met her gaze and held her in place. “What do you want, Jaimee?”
With a shudder, she squeezed her eyes closed and shook her head. “Nothing.”
“Mmm. Not going to work. Tell me.”
It was evident he wasn’t going to let it go. Slowly his fingers moved over her hips, kneading and massaging. She whimpered as his finger lightly skimmed the crease of her bottom. It was shocking and interesting. It was hard to breathe, she wanted to let go, she really did but it didn’t seem that easy. When his hands moved lower, pressing firmly, massaging the space between her vagina and her anus she thought she would cry. “Now, Jaimee. Tell me now.”
Aw hell…he knew what she wanted without her asking. Dammit. But God she wanted it bad. Her heart was beating so hard. She gripped his back, squeezed her eyes closed and whispered harshly in his ear. “Smack my butt again.”
Without hesitation, one wide palm connected sharply with her ass as he pressed a finger against her tight anus. She bucked in his arms, her eyes widening at the intense pleasure and shock that tore through her. His smile was wicked. Lying back against the pillows, he kept his hands in place, his hips rhythmically, slowly thrusting upward. Biting her lip, she concentrated on every tiny sensation.
“Fuck yes,�
�� he snarled and smacked her ass once more as his finger pushed just inside her anus. Jaimee stopped breathing. A low cry erupted from somewhere deep inside as the orgasm overtook her. So sharp, so intense, everything else faded and she was consumed in a vortex of pleasure. From somewhere far off it seemed Lucas groaned fiercely as he lost control, surging upward, his climax lengthening her own as his cock pulsed with each jet of hot come.
She fell against him, panting and sweaty, moaning with the aftershocks of the most incredible orgasm she’d ever experienced. He pulled her down beside him and kissed her possessively, his tongue staking claim and his heart pounding beneath her palm. She relaxed against him as his arms wrapped around her and held her tight, his fingers sifting through her hair as he rested her head on his shoulder.
Chapter Thirteen
There was so much about Jaimee that Lucas liked. Granted, right now he mostly liked the fact that her luscious body was snuggled close, her long curvaceous leg was draped over his, the warm silky curls covering her mound brushed softly against his hip. Making love to her had been better than he could have ever imagined. Lovely Jaimee. This lush beauty with her quiet strength and unimpeachable character had come alive in his arms, realizing her own eroticism with his every touch. It had been the most intoxicatingly sensual thing he’d ever experienced. She made him feel fiercely protective and possessive…which made the job he had to do increasingly uncomfortable for him.
Two fifteen glowed fire red at him from the alarm clock on Jaimee’s bedside table. He couldn’t put it off any longer. With a grimace of dread he kissed the top of her head and carefully untangled himself from her warmth without waking her. Standing at the end of her bed he watched her while he pulled on his jeans, leaving the button undone. Her cheeks were still pink and her lips were kiss swollen. Her thick mane of sable hair fanned her pillow. An enticing nymph, his enticing nymph. Without a doubt, she belonged to him now.
“Shit,” he whispered to himself as he walked down the hall to her office.
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