Did that mean he was going to have his wicked way with me right now? Oh, I hope so.
I turned in his arms without breaking our kiss. Pushing up onto my tip toes, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands fell down my back, tickling my flesh, until they smoothed over my ass. He lifted me up and instinctually, my legs locked around his waist.
I felt him walk with me in his arms, holding me up like I weighed nothing, with one arm under my ass and the other at my back. He took me to his room, set me down, and turned on the bedside light. Standing with my back to the bed, I stared up at him waiting for his next move. As promised, I’d let him be in control. Downstairs in his car, he'd let me take what I'd needed from him. Now, it was his turn to take from me and my heart raced with anticipation.
“How do you want me?”
He gave me a heated look.
“Take off your dress.” It wasn’t a request and his tone wasn’t one he’d used with me before. It was deeply calm, authoritative, and dangerous. I suddenly felt like prey. I didn’t know if his intentions were to kill me or fuck me, but either way, it made me wet and pulsing for him.
I did as he'd said and slowly pulled my arms from the sleeves of my dress before pushing it down my stomach, over my hips, and letting the fabric go at my thighs to fall at my feet. I stepped out of the dress and returned my eyes to his. They began their descent, taking in every inch of my body. I stood there unabashed, letting him look his fill. I wanted him to see me just as much as I wanted to see him.
When his eyes reached between my legs, they jumped up, locking with mine. “Lay on the bed.”
I backed up without hesitation until the back of my legs touched the bed. Scooting back, I lay down. With my knees bent and hands resting at my sides, I waited.
Jamie hadn’t moved an inch from where he stood, still fully dressed. “Spread your legs,” he ordered. I did, slowly baring myself to him. “Wider.” I opened my legs until it was almost uncomfortable.
I could almost feel his eyes roaming down my slit. He groaned. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is perfect. Pretty and pink. It makes me want to devour it.” His dirty talk was going to drive me insane. I loved it. “Touch yourself.”
Feeling a little rebellious, I touched my knee. “Right here?”
His eyes narrowed and I couldn’t hide my smile. “Lower,” he grumbled, clearly not thinking I was funny. I slid my hand down just an inch.
“Maura,” he growled in warning. I was tempted to see what would happen if I didn’t heed it, but I was done poking the bear.
I slid my hand down the inside of my thigh until I reached my soaked pussy. My fingers glided between my folds and my breathing hitched as I grazed over my clit. I rubbed over it again and again. With my other hand, I tugged and tweaked one of my nipples. My eyes closed and a moan fell from my lips.
“Put your fingers in your pussy, baby.” My eyes popped open at the sound of his gruff voice. His whole body looked rigid as he watched. He had taken off his shirt and was slowly loosening his belt.
I dipped my middle finger inside me, pumping it in and out a few times before adding a second finger. My eyes never left Jamie’s while I fucked myself. After he stripped away his pants and briefs, he stood before me in all his naked glory. My mouth went dry. He had the body of a god. His muscles were well defined under his silky skin, from his bulging arms and chiseled abs to his strong thighs. I wanted to run my tongue along the sculpted lines on his abdomen and brush my fingers through the dark little trail of hair that led past the V shape of his hips to his delicious cock.
While I plunged my fingers in and out, the palm of my hand ground against my clit and my orgasm started to coil. My breaths turned into pants. I’m so close. My legs shook and inched closer together.
He groaned as he stroked himself slowly. “You better keep those legs open.”
I strained to hold them open, crying out, “Jamie, I can’t!” But apparently, I could, because my back arched off the bed, my eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm sprung and exploded around my fingers. My body shook and spasmed.
As I was riding the sexual high, hands grabbed me by the hips, and I was pulled to the edge of the bed. My hand between my thighs was shoved away and I felt something probe at my entrance. My eyes snapped open just as Jamie slammed himself inside me. I groaned at the unexpected force and intrusion. Not giving me a moment to recover, he began thrusting into me, hard and unrelenting.
The pressure was too much, and my nails dug into his hands that were holding me firmly by my hips. Before I could even wrap my head around what was happening, I was coming again. I screamed, body thrashing from the pleasure overload. I was falling apart around him, yet he still didn’t stop pumping into me. He was insatiable.
One of his hands traveled up my body, brushing over one of my breasts along the way before his hand cupped the back of my neck. His other arm moved behind my back, then I was being lifted. I locked my legs around his hips and snaked my arms around his neck. With us still connected and me in his arms, he climbed onto the bed and laid me down in the center. Bracing himself over me, he brought his lips down to mine and gave me a tender kiss. His hips rocked again but this time it was slow. He ground into my sensitive sex with each deep plunge, making my breath hitch every time. My whole body was shaking from the sexual torture. I honestly doubted I could survive another orgasm, which was already building.
“Jamie,” I panted in between kisses and raked my nails down his back. “I’m—” I couldn’t finish telling him because I was coming, and it completely shattered me. Tears clouded my eyes. My core began contracting again and it felt so good yet so painful. His thrusts picked up until I felt him swell and explode, filling me with warmth.
His body collapsed on top of mine. He was careful not to crush me as he burrowed his face into my neck. His labored breaths puffed against my skin while tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably.
What we'd just done had been absolutely perfect. It had never been like this with Tom. Hell, he'd barely gotten me to orgasm each time we'd had sex, let alone three times, but that wasn’t why I was so overwhelmed. It wasn’t until right now that I noticed I didn’t cringe or feel fear when Jamie touched me intimately. With him, I found myself, or at least the closest I’d ever be to the self I'd been before I'd been tainted that awful night. I don’t feel damaged with him.
Fingers brushed away the wetness on my face and I opened my eyes to find Jamie staring down at me, worry and confusion etching his features. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head and smiled. “No,” I said and kissed him, reassuringly. When I pulled away from him, he still looked confused. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” I tried to explain.
“Like what?” His eyes narrowed, not understanding.
I sighed, a little nervous about answering. I didn’t want to scare him away and I definitely didn’t want him to think I was comparing him to Tom.
“I don’t know…amazing,” I finally replied.
With a look of understanding, he brushed my hair behind my ear, then pressed his lips to my forehead. We held each other and it wasn’t long before my eyes started to feel heavy.
CHAPTER 22
The bright morning light woke me the next day. Tucked under soft dark blue blankets, I was naked with a larger, equally naked body spooning my back. My head was using one of Jamie’s arms as a pillow. Hugging me close, he draped his other arm over my stomach. His pelvis was pressed against my ass with his hard shaft nestled between my cheeks. Remembering the events of last night, I was suddenly wide awake and extremely turned on. He was like a drug who should have come with a warning label. After riding once, you may find yourself addicted.