by Jenna Jacob
“I hope we can work up to the level of trust needed, soon. But tell me, gorgeous, is it too soon for this?”
Releasing my hair, James dropped his fingers to the tiny buttons of my blouse. I stood mesmerized as he freed the cranberry fastenings. Without peeling the fabric away, he cupped his hands beneath my bra. The edges of his palms connecting with my flesh, all warm and firm, made my skin tingle. His stare drifted over my red lace bra like a lover’s caress. His gaze hardened and his nostrils flared. Need thundered in time with my pounding heart. Bending, James trailed whisper-soft kisses over each swell of my breasts, making my nipples burn for his mouth as my pussy clutched at the empty void within.
Reaching a hand behind my back, he unclasped my bra as his tongue toyed along the pillowy tops of my breasts. The lacy material gave way and James cupped each heavy orb in the palm of his hands, lifting them free. Easing back a hairsbreadth, he gazed at my beaded, aching nipples.
“So sexy,” he murmured.
Lust danced, like flickering flames, in his eyes. Extending his tongue, he spiraled the tip in slow, torturous circles around my areolas. Arching my back, I thrust out my breasts in offering to him in a silent plea for more.
“Tell me what you want, Liz. I need to hear the words,” James whispered against my flesh.
“You. Your mouth on me.”
“My mouth is on you, gorgeous,” he taunted. His words vibrated against my skin, pulsating south between my legs. “All over your soft, silky… Damn, you taste sweet.”
“James,” I groaned. Sliding my fingers in his hair, I held his scalp with both hands.
“Talk to me… Tell me what you need.” His harsh demand, like an electrical current zapped my self-restraint.
“Everything,” I purred.
James latched onto my nipple possessively and sucked it deep with a brutal draw before he flicked his tongue over the fiery nub. Lost in the splendor, I tossed my head back and granted him free rein over my body.
Releasing my nipple with a pop, a devilish smile crawled across his wet, red lips. “I can’t give you everything, sweetheart, because some of the things I want to do to you might scare you.”
Emphasizing his warning, James sank his teeth into my stiff nipple. Crying out, I tried to jerk away, but he held fast. He laved the sting away with tender licks. I moaned in gratitude as he turned his attention to my other nipple while he dipped his hand between my thighs before tracing a rainbow pattern over my mound. I arched my hips, silently inviting him to rub my clit and ease my mounting demand.
Capturing my other nipple between his teeth, James lifted his face. “Ask for it, gorgeous,” he demanded in a raspy growl.
“Why? You know what I want. It’s what we both want.”
“Yes, but I’m going to make you say it out loud. Say all the nasty things you want me to do to you.”
Never before had any man climbed inside my soul to pluck at my deepest, darkest fantasies. Wiggling his fingers against the fabric of my pants, he pressed deep between my folds, strumming my needy nub with the perfect amount of pressure. As James sucked and nibbled at my nipples, I reached down and gripped his shoulders. The rush of release thrummed through me, so fast I feared I would shatter too quickly. Clamoring to hold back, I felt my resolve slipping through my fingers like tiny grains of sand. Spiraling out of control, I teetered at the peak, ready to crest the ragged edge and tumble over. Suddenly, James removed his hand from between my legs, leaving me suspended in a riot of need and frustration.
“No. Don’t stop,” I wailed.
James raised his head. His swollen lips glistened with saliva. Peering down, I saw that my elongated nipples were red and hard as rock candy; equally rigid was the erection straining beneath his jeans. Cupping his fingers beneath my chin, James forced my gaze.
“I have the power to keep you suspended over the edge of heaven and trapped in your own private hell all night, pretty lady. Tell me what you want, and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
Yes, James had well proven he possessed the skill to make me suffer. And as if to prove his point, he feathered his finger over my clit again, in slow taunting strokes, while he nibbled the lobe of my ear between his teeth. Lust and need won over humility and embarrassment.
“I—I want…” Lifting his head, I boldly stared into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
His jaw clenched as he released me and turned. Without a saying a word, James gave a sweep of his thick arm, clearing the duffle and toys onto the floor.
“Then strip and climb onto the bed. Get on your hands and knees. Let’s fuck,” he directed with a nonchalant shrug.
His sudden iciness made me jerk then bristle.
“Like hell I will,” I snapped, indignantly. “You’re bat-shit crazy if you think I’m going to let you rut on me like some goddamn animal. What the hell has gotten into you? You know what? Never mind. I’m done here. Take me home.”
Huffing in anger, I reached beneath my shirt to fasten my bra and only succeeded in tangling my fingers into the fabric. James watched me struggle while a sly smirk tugged the corners of his mouth.
“Stop,” he commanded.
I froze. Reaching out, he cupped my face. His expression softened. “I have no intention of fucking you.”
Confusion warred with rejection inside me and I dropped my arms to my sides. “Then why did you…wait, what?”
“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “Anyone can fuck, Liz. I don’t want that. I want to climb inside your body and your soul. Own and possess you for as long as you’ll let me. Then I want to take you again and again until we’re both spent and exhausted. And after that, I want to tuck my body around yours to wake with your sultry mouth on my cock in the morning.”
“Oh, god,” I exhaled on a sigh.
Images of us tangled together—panting, moaning, sweating, and screaming—flashed in my head. James dragged his thumb over my bottom lip. I sucked his digit deep, swirling my tongue around him as if it were his cock. A low groan of approval rolled from his chest before he slowly withdrew his thumb.
“Tell me, exactly what you want…down to the last damn detail. Make me believe that you crave me, as much as I do you.”
I longed to weep at the sheer marvel of the man. James actually sought to know how to please me. Lurid images whirled through my brain, yet I wasn’t sure I could find the courage to give voice to my fantasies.
Yes you can. Do it.
In a sudden rush of bravery, I lifted my chin and sucked in a tremulous breath. “I want to touch you. Feel your beautiful naked body…every hard delicious inch of you with my fingers, my lips, and my tongue. Wrap my hand and my mouth around that massive erection that’s bursting at your zipper until you make me stop.”
Staring at me, his expression was frozen—an unreadable mask—that filled me with dread. Was this not what he wanted? I fell silent for a moment, nervously contemplating if I should continue or not. Then James’ stony façade crumbled. Fire blazed in his eyes as a look of pride softened his features. Reaching up, he stroked the pad of his finger along my cheek. With a barely perceptible nod, he gave me the encouragement to continue.
“I want to kneel before you, open my mouth and swallow you deep.”
James narrowed his eyes and issued a low growl. I knew then that my words were chipping away his Dominant veneer, but it only made me want to taunt him more, drive him as crazy with desire as he did me.
“Then after you explode down my throat and empty every drop of your thick hot come, empowering me…” I flashed him a saucy wink.
James threw back his head and laughed. The sound warmed me, soothed like a balm that eased my self-conscious nerves. Sobering quickly, he stared into my eyes and dropped his defenses. I could see all the way to his soul; see that he indeed wanted me as desperately as I did him.
“Tell me all of it, gorgeous,” he demanded in a harsh, gritty voice.
“I want that talented tongue of yours to work its magic
on my pussy as you eat your fill of me. And I want to feel your strong body pinning me to the bed while I cry out as you impale me with your big, hard cock. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and hold on while you drive deep inside me until I can’t scream your name anymore.” By the time I’d finished stating my lurid wants, my whole body trembled in need. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Wrapping me in his arms, he claimed me in a savage kiss. “Yes,” he hissed.
Sweeping his hands urgently over my shoulders, James slid my blouse and bra to the floor.
Easing back, he riveted a stare on my breasts for several long, seconds before trailing a scrutinizing gaze over my body. Self-conscious of my fleshy curves, I raised my arms to shield my flaws from James’ view.
“Don’t.” James shook his head in disapproval. Dragging my arms back down, he threaded his fingers through mine and squeezed. “Don’t ever try and hide yourself from me. You’re not allowed to ever conceal one single, sensual inch. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Inwardly cursing my insecurities, I hated seeing such tense concern stamped on his face.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I’d never considered myself beautiful, but the awe in his tone made me feel more than beautiful… James made me feel adored.
Releasing my hands, he tugged his shirt off over his head. Staring at his sculpted chest, my eyes grew wide. Beneath each nipple lay a silver barbell, embedded beneath the skin. Unable to resist the temptation, I skimmed my hands over his shoulders, down his arms, and along each ridge of his defined biceps. His taut muscles felt like velvet-covered steel. Gliding my open palms over his pecs, I splayed my hands over his washboard abs. A sigh of delight escaped my lips as I zeroed in on the metal bars shimmering beneath his nipples. I traced a fingertip over the pouty nubs of flesh. James sucked in a ragged breath. His body trembled, suggesting his nipples were ultra sensitive.
“Did it hurt?”
“Pain is temporary, but pleasure can sometimes last forever,” he murmured obscurely.
Gliding my finger across his distended nipples once more, he hissed. I intended to pay special attention to those silver bars later but at the moment I was too enthralled, greedily drinking in the smooth planes and defined ridges of his tan, sculpted muscles. Allowing my hands to follow my gaze, I pressed a palm against his defined abs. Smooth flesh stretched over granite. His body heat spread over each finger, and I purred in delight.
James smiled at me, as if amused that I found his body so fascinating. As I slid my hands to his bulging biceps, cupping and squeezing them, James placed his hands at the button of his jeans and began to undress.
I inched back slightly, watching as his swollen, sizeable erection sprang free. My mouth watered at the sight of his plum-colored crest and the thickly, threaded veins along the shaft. A clear bead blossomed from the tip of his smooth crown as I drank in every inch of his cock. James toed off his shoes and socks, before kicking free of his jeans. Gripping his cock with his fist, James stroked himself as if trying to lessen the ache. I lifted my head and he pinned me with a hungry, inquisitive stare.
Yes, you look incredible. Sinful and sexy. Yes, I want to drop to my knees and taste you.
It took all the strength I had to keep from doing just that. I ached to stretch my lips around him, lick the tantalizing crystal swell, and savor his masculine musk as it coated my tongue.
As if reading my mind, James shook his head. “Not yet.” His voice dipped in warning.
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my pants, he peeled the fabric off my hips, down my thighs, then onto the floor. As I kicked out of my shoes, his nostrils flared. I too, caught the scent of my own feminine spice in the air. James floated a stirring gaze down my body, stopping at the red scrap of lace concealing my mound.
“Did you wear that especially for me?” His voice sounded even rougher and huskier than before. I nodded, and his jaw ticked. “Pretty. I’m going to enjoy dragging that sexy scrap of lace off you…with my teeth.”
As if possible, the sexual tension in the room grew even stronger.
Turning, he pulled back the gray comforter. A quiver of anticipation slithered up my spine. While my hormones were throwing a party that my insufferable sexual drought would soon be over, guilt niggled in the back of my brain. Ryan didn’t know I’d given up on him, and on us. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t tried to contact him, though. Without cell service I had no way to find closure, but damn it, the inability to talk with him was just one more shining example of the lack of concern or respect he had for me. If he truly loved me, he never would have left. If I truly loved him, I wouldn’t have let him go.
“No guilt. Dammit. I deserve this,” I mumbled to myself.
Shoving all thoughts of Ryan away, I resolved to let nothing interfere with this chance to feel desired. James brought me back to life and I intended to relish every single second.
Straightening, James cocked his head. “Did you say something?”
Wrapping his strong arms around my waist he pulled me against him, flesh-to-flesh, hot, hard and ready. Blistering need licked up my spine with a tongue as white-hot as James’ cock ardently twitching against my belly.
I shook my head as I stared into his sexy eyes. “Nothing. I was just talking to myself. You know how it is when you live alone… um, you do live alone, right?”
“Yes.” Dipping his head, James scattered whisper-light kisses over my shoulder and up my neck.
“Then you know. You’re usually the—oh…yes, that feels good…the only company you have. I guess talking to myself has become a habit, and I—”
“Liz?”
“Yes?”
Lifting his head, James flashed me a toe-curling grin. “Stop talking.”
Slanting his lips over mine, he cleared my brain with a fiery kiss while spinning me beneath him onto the bed. His wide body hovered over mine as our tongues tangled in a sucking, swirling frenzy to consume. Incongruent with his savage kiss, his fingers swept over my flesh in reverent, tender caresses.
Plucking my nipples like the stems off strawberries, James swallowed my moans and whimpers. Inching his lips down my neck, he moved lower still, bathing my torso in a trail of liquid fire. Stopping to tease each breast, he eased further still, biting the edge of my thong between his teeth. With a feral growl, he eased off the side of the bed and onto his knees, stealing the thong from my body. Gripping the lace in a fist, James drew the material to his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply then pinned me with a hungry stare as he licked his lips.
“You make it almost impossible for me to hold back and be gentle with you, Liz.”
“Then don’t, please,” I challenged on a sultry whisper.
“Fuck. You’re already begging. You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
His voice was calm, but the energy rolling off him was electric as he cupped his hands behind my knees. His biceps bunched as he dragged me toward the edge of the bed. Lifting one leg, then the other, James feathered kisses up and down the inside of my thighs before setting each of my feet flat on the mattress. Eye level with my pussy, he stared at my exposed sex as if it were a piece of art.
“I’ve been dying to taste you ever since I smelled your feminine spice in the parking garage last night. I’ll give you a free pass this first time, Liz, but after that I expect you to beg, loud and long.”
“A free pass for what? I don’t understand.” Thick, anxious breaths tore from the back of my throat. “What do you mean?”
“You can come when you’re ready, this time.”
“This time?”
“Yes. But next time, you have to beg my permission before I let you shatter.”
“Permission? Why do I need permiss…ahhh…” My question died on a throaty moan as James dragged his tongue up my center in a long languid swipe.
Gripping the sheets, I cried out as he raised his head. A feral gleam danced in his dark eyes as he traced the tip
of his tongue over the pouty flesh of my pussy. Pressing his thumbs against my labia, James spread me open, still holding my gaze as he flattened his tongue and licked me with the same blood-boiling fashion as before. Bucking beneath his assault, I cried out, wanting to demand more.
Holding me prisoner with his penetrating stare, he peeled away my defenses, one layer at a time, as he explored my folds. Stopping to lap my juices, James plunged his tongue deep inside my core as I ground my clit against his nose. Delving deeper, my quivering tunnel clutched at his tongue. James sucked and licked my pussy with mind-bending perfection while I fought to hold back my release and savor each exquisite second.
My skin felt tight, as if attempting to contain the bliss he bestowed would soon have me bursting at the seams. Looping my legs over his wide shoulders, I locked my ankles at his nape before linking my fingers around the back of his head. Keeping his mouth where I needed it most, I rode the pulses of electricity spreading outward as my limbs tingled and tensed. The muscles of my thighs tightened like the threads on a bow as I keened in desperation to hold back the powerful orgasm throbbing wildly inside me. As if sensing my struggle, James lifted his mouth from my cunt.
“Come. Give it to me, Liz. I want it now.” His command was rough and harsh.
James lowered his head once again and laid siege to my clit while driving two fingers into my quivering cunt. Sucking the hypersensitive bud between his lips, James batted the swollen nub with his tongue. Thrusting his fingers in and out of my sweltering pussy, I arched my hips off the bed. Taut muscles shook and I screamed out his name as I shattered over his mouth.
Milking and sucking at his embedded fingers, the powerful orgasm rolled me under, pounding into me with a force I’d never felt before. James groaned in approval, greedily sucking my clit as sparkling white lights detonated behind my eyes. Screaming with each wave of ecstasy that tore through me, I ground my pussy against his mouth until the nerves of my clit grew too sensitive and the blissful pleasure turned to pain.
Releasing my clit, but not stopping, James feathered his tongue in tiny circles around my pulsating nub. Shrieking, I tried to push his face away from my center. When he didn’t budge, I dropped my feet onto the mattress and tried to inch away, but that attempt failed as well. Chuckling, James’ deep, baritone voice vibrated over my aching tissue making my tunnel jolt and constrict even harder around his fingers, and still he continued to bathe me in tender torture.