by Jessa James
“Yes.”
Of course.
I threw myself in his arms. He caught me and I crushed my lips to his, eager to feel him hard and hot and real. God, this was real! He was mine.
We didn’t make it off the rug. I wanted to feel him, kiss him, fuck him, but my bed was too far away. I tugged at his shirt until I got him bare chested, pulling his undershirt off over his head. I threw it and reached for the hem of my own shirt, pulling it off.
Carter laughed at my eagerness, so different than the night before, but he didn't stop me. In fact, he helped. He had my bra unsnapped in seconds and I threw it behind me as his mouth dropped to first one nipple then the other, teasing me.
I gripped his hair and cried out at the hot pull.
I frowned when he stopped, a dark, needy bitch rising up from deep within. She’d been hibernating for a long, long time. Years. But Carter’s touch woke her up, and now she was greedy. She wanted more, more kisses, more touching, more Carter, naked and bossy and pumping into her with that wild look on his face.
“Carter?”
He lowered his head to my belly and placed a gentle kiss there, looked up at me through his thick lashes. “I’m going to fuck you, Emma. I want to be bare inside you, but I don’t know if you’re ready for what I want.”
I was pretty sure I knew where this was going, but I had to ask anyway. “What do you want?”
Both of us kneeling, he pulled me forward, chest to chest and looked down into my eyes. “I want to fuck you until you scream. I want you raw. I want to feel every hot inch of your pussy stroking my hard cock.”
“Yes.” I wanted that, too. I wanted to feel him, no barrier between us.
“I want my baby growing inside you.”
I froze, my body heated with the very idea. “Carter, I’m—”
He shushed me with kisses. “Not yet. I know you aren’t ready. But soon.”
I nodded. Soon was okay with me. But not tonight. “I’m on the pill for cramps.” Reaching for the buckle of his pants, I smiled. “No condom, Carter.”
Carter let me get his pants unbuckled, but that was the end of his control. Jumping to his feet, he stripped off the rest of his clothes while I knelt before him, mesmerized. This gorgeous, perfect man was mine. All mine.
And I wanted, wanted the cock that bobbed right in front of my face. I wanted to taste him, to lick that pearly drop from the tip.
Grinning, I shifted forward and took the base of his cock with one hand and a firm grip. Before he could get away from me, I sucked him into my mouth until my lips touched my fingers and worked him with my lips and tongue, sliding back and forth, over and over as I lifted my other hand to stroke his balls. I'd never done it before, but that didn't mean I didn't know what to do, or at least the basics.
From the way he groaned, the way his cock jerked in my hold, I knew I was doing something right. When his fingers gripped my hair, he wouldn’t let me have my way for long.
“Enough.” Carter pulled away and lifted me to stand before him.
“I love you.” I had to say it. I was practically overflowing with the strength of my emotion. I'd felt it for so long and now I could tell him, show him.
“You’re dangerous.”
I loved the sound of that. I might be new to the bedroom, but I wanted to please Carter in every possible way. My oral skills were a good start.
Carter stripped my yoga pants in one smooth motion and helped steady me as I stepped out of them. Both naked now, I was shocked when Carter lay down on his back and pulled me on top of him. “Ride me. I won’t last if I fuck you the way I want to. Besides, I want to watch you, see those perfect breasts bounce as you take your pleasure. I want to see your face when you take me deep.”
Girl on top. Yes. I wanted to try that. I wanted to try everything.
Straddling his hips, I reached between us and placed the head of his hard cock at my wet entrance. Slowly, so slowly I sank down on top of him until my bottom rested on his thighs.
We both moaned. I’d never been in this position, and he was so big, so deep. He filled me up and I welcomed the ache, the twinge of pain that reminded me of how hard and fast he’d filled me last night. I wanted that again. More. I needed more.
“Shit. It's so good. I've never done this, Emma. Never gone bare with anyone before. You're my first, too. You're so hot, I can feel every wet inch of you.”
His fingers dug into my hips as he practically lifted me with his arms so that only the tip of his cock was still inside me, before pushing me back down. I helped after that, rising and falling onto his cock with jolts of pleasure that made me cry out.
“Ride me, Emma. Fucking ride me.”
Moving with more confidence, I shifted, grinding my clit against his belly one minute, lifting completely off him the next to move down his length in a slow, wet glide. When I slammed down, taking him fast and deep, he groaned and lifted his hands to my nipples, playing, teasing, making me groan as he pinched and plucked the sensitive tips.
“Carter.” My eyes fell closed, my head tipped back, giving over to him, to what we shared.
I loved this position, but I couldn’t get there. I needed him, so I whimpered.
“I got you.” His right hand stayed on my breast, but his left dropped to my clit and rubbed in hard, fast motions as I continued to lift and lower myself, fucking him.
Faster and faster I moved until my orgasm stole my breath and Carter’s control. He flipped me onto my back and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he fucked me hard and deep. His entire body was hard as granite above me, his face strained as he pounded into me with a wild fury I’d never seen from him before.
His rhythm pushed me over again, and this time he followed me, his hot seed spurting inside me for the first time.
“Mine. You’re mine.” Carter dropped his forehead to mine and stared into my eyes. “I love you, Emma.”
I kissed him over and over, telling him with my touch and my body how much he meant to me. I kissed him until he grew hard again and he could take me slow and easy, our hands locked together along with our lips.
“I might have been your first, sweetheart, but you are my last. My only.” His dark gaze held mine and I saw everything I needed in his eyes. Everything. I saw forever.
About the Author
Jessa James grew up on the East Coast but always suffered a severe case of wanderlust. She’s lived in six states, had a variety of jobs and always comes back to her first true love – writing. Jessa works full time as a writer, eats too much dark chocolate, has an iced-coffee and Cheetos addiction, and can’t get enough of sexy alpha males who know exactly what they want – and aren’t afraid to say it. Dominant, alpha-male, insta-luv is her favorite to read (and write).
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