by Lucy Monroe
He ached to taste the dark nipples peeking out at him from behind the sheer silk. He wanted to put his mouth right over each one, making the fabric wet and transparent and her nipples hard and tight.
Familiar sensations brought his sex to full attention as the images in his head grew increasingly erotic. “It’ll look even prettier off of you.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she stared at him as if she wasn’t sure how to take what he’d said.
“The need to see your body without covering is driving me crazy, little warrior.”
“Do you want me to take it off?” She looked as if she’d bolt into the bedroom and shut the door if he said yes.
He smiled a predator’s smile, knowing his prey was within his reach, but shook his head. “Not yet.”
He’d bought it for her to wear, no matter what his horny-ass mind was telling him. She deserved to feel special about her first time. Hell, she deserved declarations and promises, but all he could give her was pleasure. He didn’t know how to love a woman, wasn’t sure he could even learn. He’d had too many years training himself not to feel in order to survive.
Her hands fluttered around her head, where her chin-length hair had been brushed into a silky dark cloud. “I didn’t know how to fix my hair to go with the dress.”
“It looks fine to me.”
She licked her lips. “You don’t think I look silly like this?”
He couldn’t believe she was asking him that when his dick was so hard from looking at her that he could drive nails with it. “No.”
“You don’t say much, do you?”
Did that bother her? “I talk more with you than I do other people.”
“I suppose you do. Dad doesn’t talk a lot either.”
For some reason her classifying him with Tyler didn’t sit well. “I’m not your father.”
Her eyes darkened with unmistakable feminine arousal. “No, you aren’t, and I’m glad.”
Not half as glad as he was. He couldn’t stand the distance between them anymore. He had to touch her. He moved toward her, relieved when she didn’t back up or get all nervous. Some women had said he scared them in the bedroom. That he was too silent. Too intense. He didn’t say things he didn’t mean, which meant a lot of the time, he said nothing at all, but he doubted he was any more intense about sex than most men.
He reached out and cupped Josie’s shoulders, liking the small hitch in her breathing at his touch. She felt delicate beneath his hands and incredibly feminine. His woman.
Letting his fingers smooth down her arms, he drew her closer until their bodies were practically touching.
“Are you still nervous?” he had to ask, but wishing he could keep his mouth shut because he didn’t know what he would do if she said yes.
“No.” She tipped her head back and met his eyes with hers, the message there one he didn’t know how to decipher. “You went to a lot of trouble to make tonight special for me.”
“It is special.”
“I know. You’re special, too.”
“I’m just a man who wants you very badly.”
“You ordered flowers to fill the bedroom. That meant a lot to me…means a lot to me.”
“The flowers got rid of your nerves?”
“You could say that.”
He didn’t understand, but he was glad. “I want to kiss you now.”
“Yes. Please.”
Sliding his hands to her small waist, he lowered his head until their mouths were a breath from touching. “I am going to please you tonight.”
“Will I please you?” she asked, but not sounding worried as she had earlier.
“Oh, yeah.”
She lifted her mouth so their lips collided and flicked her tongue out to press at the seam of his mouth. He let her inside, reveling in her minor aggression. She’d brushed her teeth. He could taste the mint, but her own sweetness overpowered any other flavor within seconds of their tongues meshing.
He broke his mouth from hers, remembering something else he’d meant to do before making love. “Champagne.”
She looked at him with glazed green eyes. “What?”
“I ordered champagne.” It was chilling in a standing bucket beside the sofa.
“I’d rather taste you.”
And just like that his good intentions went up in smoke. He slammed his mouth back on hers, taking the interior with all the grace of an invading army.
She didn’t seem to mind, melting against him just like she’d done earlier, this time her hands rubbing over his chest in a tactile exploration designed to send him over the edge before he’d even made it out of the starting gate.
He didn’t try to stop the touching, though. It felt too good. He’d fantasized a long time about having her small hands on him, and the reality was light years beyond the dreams.
She undid his shirt with more speed than finesse, and a button popped off. Neither of them cared as he allowed his hands free rein with her body, too. The gown was almost as smooth as her skin, and he ran his fingers over every curve, memorizing her like a sightless man. Her nipples were rigid beneath the fabric, and when he pinched them, she moaned and ripped his shirt in agitation.
Then her fingertips encountered the naked skin of his chest, and they both shuddered. He cupped her bottom, to pull her body into more intimate contact with his own, but her gown stopped him from getting as close as he wanted. Giving up one conquest for another, he broke the kiss and lifted her higher until her breasts were level with his mouth.
He closed his lips over one distended peak and proceeded to play with her with the tip of his hard tongue. It made her wild, and she squirmed against him, trying to close her legs around him and making small animal-like sounds. He moved to her other nipple, needing to possess every part of her body totally. This time when his mouth closed over her, she yelled. His name.
He liked it.
He pulled back, and she whimpered. “Don’t stop, Daniel. Please.”
“I’m not.” But he wanted to see.
The silk had become transparent in the two wet spots over her stiff nipples. He could see every goose bump of pleasure through the now see-through silk that clung revealingly to her excited flesh.
“You’re beautiful,” he said in a guttural tone he had no hope of softening.
“I want you, Daniel. Now.”
He brought her mouth back down to his level, needing to taste her again. She didn’t wait for him to kiss her, but devoured his lips with her own, sucking on his tongue and moving her mouth against his ardently.
He felt pre-come wet his penis inside his pants and desperately wanted to be out of them. Taking a firm grip on her round little ass, he walked into the bedroom and headed for the big bed with one thought in his mind. Getting them both naked.
He ripped the blankets off the bed with one hand and tossed them on the floor. Then he put her on the big expanse of white sheet, coming down with her so their lips stayed connected.
Using one arm at a time, he tore his damaged shirt the rest of the way off and then went to work on the fly of his jeans. He shoved them off with his BVDs, glad he’d had the foresight earlier to take off his shoes and socks while he waited for her, or he wasn’t sure he would have gotten his pants off before coming inside her now.
She arched up toward him, and the feel of her silk-clad mound rubbing against his erection brought a feral sound from deep in his throat.
If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to come all over her pretty nightgown. He reared up off of her and started pushing the silk up her legs. She helped him, peeling it off over her head and tossing it to the side, no virginal reticence in evidence.
Then she looked at him and stopped breathing, an arrested expression on her face. “Wow.”
Chapter 7
It occurred to him belatedly he should maybe have waited to let her see him naked until after he had excited her to the point of no return.
“Is it always that big?” Damned if she d
idn’t sound intrigued by the prospect.
“Only when I’m excited.”
She rolled her eyes, her lips twisting wryly. “I may be a virgin, but I’m not an idiot. I knew that. I meant, are you always this big when you’re excited?”
“I’ve never measured it.”
“Oh.” Her face fell. “So, you don’t know how big it is?”
“What the hell difference does it make?” And how could she manage to talk right now? All he wanted to do was get inside her and stay there until neither of them could walk afterward.
She zeroed in on his hard-on with her too innocent green eyes and licked her lips. “It doesn’t make any difference at all. It’s just I’ve read some stuff…”
What kind of stuff had she been reading where a man’s penile dimensions mattered? “Reading isn’t the same thing as doing,” he growled, not liking the prospect she found reality less exciting than her reading material.
“I figured that out the first time you kissed me.”
“Are you saying you’d never been kissed before?”
“No, but I never wanted a kiss to continue. I never wanted a man to let me taste his tongue.”
His knees about buckled. “You acted like you didn’t want that one to either.”
“Yeah. What a wasted opportunity that was. I thought you were only doing it for our cover.”
“I wasn’t.”
“I know.” Then she looked at him through her black lashes, her lips glistening from her tongue’s sweep over them. “Will you do it again not for cover?”
He couldn’t believe she thought she had to ask.
“Lie down.”
“Why?” she asked with a puzzled frown.
“I want to see all of you.” Especially what was hidden by her tightly closed thighs.
“I want you to kiss me.”
“Lie down first.”
“You’ll kiss me again if I do?”
“Yeah.”
She let her torso fall back, and then reclined stiff on the bed like a sleeping nun. He couldn’t help it. He smiled. She was such a mixture of innocence and passion.
And for tonight, she was all his.
He closed his fingers around both her ankles and pulled, but she resisted.
“I want to see.”
Her breath grew choppy, and the pulse in her throat beat a wild tattoo under her skin, but she said, “Okay.”
Her eyes wide, she let him separate her ankles and push her knees up until he could see the swollen, dark pink folds of her feminine sex.
Letting go of her ankles, he reached out and fluffed the soft, curling hair on her mound. “Pretty.”
It was the same color as the hair on her head, right down to the red highlights. He should have known those wouldn’t have come from a bottle. Not with Josie.
“Uh…thank you?”
He laughed, something he’d never done in the bedroom. “You’re welcome.”
Dipping his fingertip into the dewy warmth of her, he felt his dick bob in response to her silky wetness. She was going to feel so good around him. He’d never touched anything so soft.
She moaned and tilted her pelvis up. “Touch me deeper, Daniel.”
He loved the ring of his name on her lips. It sounded intimate, and it was. She was the first person to call him by that name in years.
“I’m going to touch you to the depths of your soul before I’m done tonight, sweetheart,” he promised, pressing his finger in up to the first knuckle.
It was a tight fit. She was slick with wetness, but she was also swollen from desire and tight from never having made love. Penetration without pain was going to take some major effort on his part, but he didn’t want to hurt her. A man should never hurt a woman.
He stretched her, pressing outward against her vaginal walls, trying to prepare her for his erect flesh.
She gave a voluptuous sigh and squirmed farther onto his finger. “I like this, Daniel.”
Sweat broke out on his brow from the effort it took to go slow now that the moment had come. “Me, too.”
He pushed farther inside until he felt a thin barrier and stopped, but he didn’t pull back.
She flinched, her body going stiff. She didn’t say anything, but she bit her lip.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only a little, but it’s going to hurt more later, won’t it?”
“Not if I can help it.”
She closed her eyes, an expression he knew well coming over her features…that of a soldier facing unavoidable pain and prepared to carry on. “Maybe you should just do it.”
“That’s not the way it’s going to happen, sweetheart.”
She nodded, but remained rigid.
“Relax, Josette. I won’t break your hymen yet.”
She settled into the bed again, her eyes opening and her green gaze fixing on him in question. “Can you, with just your finger?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t think you could. I mean, I’ve worn tampons for years and it’s still there.”
“They aren’t as long or as hard as my finger, baby.” As he spoke, he pulled out. Then he pressed his finger inside of her again, feeling the way she had to stretch to accommodate even that with a sense of desperation.
He wasn’t worried about her body being able to take him—eventually—but he might just have a heart attack from excitement before he got inside her. Because it was going to take a long time to do this right.
His heart pounded, his breath sawing in and out, and thinking of multiplication tables did nothing to decrease his raging desire. Not when she was right there, naked in front of him. “I’m going to put a second finger inside you now. Okay?”
“Yes.” The word ended on a long hiss of sound as he did just that, carefully sliding his middle and forefinger in together.
Once again, he stretched her, massaging her silken tissues until his fingers slid more easily in and out of her.
“I thought you were going to kiss me,” she said, panting between each word, her hips moving betrayingly against his hand.
“I am.”
“When?” she demanded, sounding meaner than he’d ever heard her, and he grinned.
“Now.” And he did, but not where she was expecting him to.
Using his free hand, he separated her vulva so her clitoris was completely exposed to him and then pressed his open mouth over the engorged bud and kissed.
She cried out, arching off the bed, and grabbed his hair with both hands with all the strength of the warrior she was.
The pain of having his hair pulled gave him a primitive pleasure no woman could understand, and he laved her clitoris with his tongue, teasing her with the touch he knew was not quite enough to send her over. He kept it up until she was making mindless sounds that went straight to his sex.
Needing to experience more of her, he explored her entire vulva, getting drunk on her spicy sweetness and the incredible softness of her swollen lips. He pressed his tongue inside her along with his fingers, stretching her farther and getting more of the taste he craved like a child who’d had his first piece of candy. But he couldn’t get enough.
He pulled his fingers out and tongued her as deeply as he could go, his whole body vibrating with the pleasure he got from tasting her.
She called out his name, her voice hollow and desperate. Trying to pull his mouth away, she yanked on his head, and when that didn’t work, she tried pushing his shoulders with her feet, but he locked his hands on her hips and kept on.
He knew what she needed, and it wasn’t for him to stop.
When she gave up pushing with her legs, he moved his mouth back to her now quivering clitoris and slid his fingers back inside her. He thrashed her violently excited nub with his tongue until her body went stiff with preclimax tension, and then he gently took her between his teeth and sucked.
She screamed, she bucked and she begged. For him to stop. For him to keep going. Until eventually his name was the only intelligible soun
d coming from her mouth as hot wetness gushed from her inner core. Her body shivered for a prolonged climax that kicked him right in the chest with an emotion he didn’t understand.
She was amazing.
As the shivers receded, he gentled her with his mouth, but didn’t let her come completely down again. He had been pressing his fingers against her inner barrier with a steadily increasing pressure, but now he withdrew.
Using his knowledge of the sensitivity of a woman’s vaginal entrance, he caressed her while using his tongue on her sweetest spot to reignite the flame of need he’d so recently quenched.
His hard penis ached, as though someone had tied it in a knot and was pulling on it. He needed to come so bad, but he had something to do before they could make love completely.
This time she whimpered as her pleasure grew, repeating his name over and over again in a breathless voice, filled with drugged passion, and he had that kick-in-the-chest feeling again.
He started making love to her again with his fingers, pressing deeper with every thrust until she once again arched in utter abandon, her body tense as a bowstring ready to shoot.
He lifted his mouth so he could see her face and watch for discomfort before pushing through her barrier with less effort than a hot knife cut through butter. Her body jerked, but then she started riding his fingers, convulsing in another climax almost immediately, her face contorted with undeniable ecstasy.
He waited until she fell limply against the bed before kissing the top of her mound and then pulling his fingers from inside her and rolling to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Her voice was slurred and hoarse, her eyes filled with wonder at what she’d just experienced.
“To get something to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”
“S’okay.” Her head fell to the side, her eyes sliding shut.
Josie didn’t know how long Daniel had been gone. She was floating in a sort of waking dream, her body in a state of shock from the pleasure he’d given her. Then she felt a gentle warmth between her legs, and she forced her eyelids to open.