Jamison is my anchor, keeping me from drifting off in the turbulent storm. My sea of emotions has managed to subside for the time being—I’ll contend with the aftermath later, otherwise I won’t be able to do this.
“Bedroom,” he commands.
Holy shit!
I start walking down the hallway toward what I assume is his bedroom, all while I keep glancing back over my shoulder. He’s stalking me with a hunger in his eyes unlike anything I’ve ever seen or experienced. But there’s also a gentleness to the way his irises swirl and allow me to glimpse the side of him he carefully guards around the office. We reach his bed, and I turn around to face him.
“It’s just you and me, my little rabbit,” he threatens with ache and determination lacing his words.
It’s interesting he calls me a rabbit; I never told him I felt like one.
“I guess it is,” I breathe out.
“No more running. No more hiding. You said you want this, so tonight you’re mine.”
As I’m nodding at him in agreement, he closes the short distance between us and scoops me up in his arms. My back hits the bed, and he comes down on top of me. The weight of his body has me moaning. He feels so good as I’m being pressed further into the mattress. As he settles his large frame on top of mine, I’m reminded of what it should feel like to be taken—taken by a real man. By a fox.
He kisses my lips passionately and swallows my cries of ecstasy. It has been far too long. I’ve missed the intimacy of being with someone, but no man before him would suffice. I’ve been waiting all this time for someone like him—even though I convinced myself he didn’t exist; he’s been worth the wait.
Jamison nibbles on my earlobe and licks and sucks his way to my neck while I’m rolling my hips into his groin so there’s some friction. He chuckles at my impatience, and I harrumph.
“Patience is not something you possess at work or at home,” he whispers huskily against my skin.
“Mmm,” is my only response.
He needs to take me. My body is begging him, and I whimper as he continues bestowing kisses upon my neck and the skin exposed above my breasts. When he begins to unbutton my blouse, I’m trembling with desire. His neighbors can probably hear my erratic breathing.
He kisses my lips. “Shh. Relax. Enjoy. Don’t think, just feel, like you said.”
I marginally relax and try to calm my breathing. He starts in on the buttons again, and when he’s finished, he lays open both sides of the shirt and stares at me in my bra.
“Fuck! El, you’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Without meaning to, I shamelessly blush and bite my lip. Jamison removes my glasses and places them on the nightstand. Next, he plants kisses on my breasts right over the material, and I can’t help myself as I grab his head and fist his hair. I need more. More pressure, more contact, more of everything. I’m going out of my mind for this man.
“Baby…,” he demands my attention.
My eyes pop open, and I stare at him. I hadn’t realized I even closed them, but I was lost to the sensations.
“Good things come to those who wait,” he reminds me.
He rotates his hips and grinds his cock right into my pussy, and my already wet panties are now soaked. Moaning is all I can do at this point.
Jamison then slides his hands under my back to undo the clasp of my bra. When he pulls the fabric away, his predatory eyes meet mine, and his gaze is filled with a need that has my channel clenching.
He lowers his head and takes one of my delicate pink nipples in his mouth to suck. Oh boy, does he suck—hard. It’s exquisite. It’s torture. It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s everything I never knew I needed and wanted.
Crying out again in ecstasy, he continues to suck and lick and bite, and I’m somewhere lost in euphoria. After a few more minutes of attention lavished upon my mounds, he works his way down my stomach and nips at the skin at my hips. Then, he licks along the band of my panties. His teasing—more like torture—is driving me almost to the point of insanity.
“Shh, El, I’ll take care of you.”
I hadn’t realized tears were leaking from my eyelids. I’ve become a big crybaby around him. When I open my eyes and meet his stare, I feel like I’m home. Home in the sense of being surrounded by his presence, his comfort, and his adoration.
Maybe he’s right that I do act myself around him.
Nodding at his words of assurance, he then peels my pants and panties down my legs. Lying here completely nude is somehow erotic because he is still fully clothed. As I watch him inch his head down in between my legs, more liquid drips from my sex in anticipation.
“El, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”
Words escape me. I’m transfixed by what he’s about to do, and I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch. Before he uses his mouth on me, he inserts two thick fingers into my tight passage, and I throw my head back and moan.
“Oh. My. God!” is all I can say in between my erratic respirations.
His fingers are magical, and he’s an expert at working them in and out of my hole—just like the expert way he works the cello. I glance down, and his digits are covered in my juices, and he sticks them in his mouth to suck them clean. He moans. I moan.
Jamison inserts his fingers back inside me and pulls them out again. They’re glistening once more with the evidence of my arousal. He holds his hand out to me and cocks his brow, and instinctively I know he wants me to suck them clean too.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s naughty and sexy, and I’ve never tasted myself before. But I want to experience anything and everything with this man tonight. My lips part, and I dart my tongue out to gently lick the juices.
“Fuck!” he groans.
Since he has me more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, it spurs me on to suck them deep into my mouth. He continues to groan.
“Good girl.”
After I’ve licked and sucked them clean, he dips his head back down and swipes his tongue right up the length of my sex. I fist the comforter. He nibbles on my nether lips and blows on my clit—the sensations are overwhelming.
My body thrashes, and I can’t keep my legs still. I want to trap his head with my thighs, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt him. It’s all too much. He’s killing me. The need to have him inside me and penetrate me so deeply that I’ll feel him for weeks to come is all I can focus on.
“Now, now! God, I need you now!” I practically wail at him.
He chuckles softly and continues to blow on my tender bundle of nerves. This time I do trap his head, and he pops up and kisses me deeply on the mouth.
“Okay, baby. But I call the shots. Don’t forget that,” he warns in a sexy, gravelly tone.
Nodding is my way of responding, and I bite my lip so I don’t say something stupid. I love this bossy, alpha side of him. He’s so foxy! James makes quick work of undressing, and I’m drooling at the sight of his massive cock when it springs free from his boxers.
He smirks at me, knowing full well I’m enthralled by his manhood. A perfect erect cock that’s shaped so beautifully with a huge set of balls greets me. He manscapes well, as there isn’t a hair in sight. My mouth runs dry, and I lick my lips.
“Later you can taste my cock, but right now I know you need me to plow you hard.”