Lexie stood before him, a pale lovely statue, naked except for the black and red garter cinching her thigh and her five inch high platform sandals. Her hair hung loose, a cascade of gold down her back. Gnawing on her bottom lip, her expression was a mix of anxious excitement. She tossed her head, a brazen move, but her tremulous quaver gave away her nervousness.
“Am… I…okay?”
Jake’s cock throbbed so painfully, he wasn’t sure he could stand. Tears stung his eyes. He stood back from her, frozen, too overwhelmed to move, to touch her.
He managed to murmur. “Lexie, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. If I died at this moment, there wouldn’t be an angel in heaven that compares to you.”
She swallowed hard. With a slight quaver she lifted her chin and met his gaze.
“Jake, can I…can I undress you?”
Relief flooded him at her nervous attempt to turn the tables. His excitement flared.
“Yeah, darlin’, you sure as hell can.”
He toed off his boots and tossed his socks across the room. He stepped up next to her and spread his arms wide, an open invitation. He grinned at her.
“Have at it, sugar.”
She reached down and pulled his t-shirt out of his waistband, slowly scrabbling it up and over his chest. He ducked down so that she could pull it over his head. Like he had done, she held the fabric to her nose and breathed deep. Her face flushed at the smell. She stared at his chest and ran her fingers over the taut muscles. Jake watched her eyes widen and knew why he practiced martial arts twenty five hours a week.
Burying her fingers in the curly hair on his chest, she looked up at him with a dazed expression and whispered, “You are beautiful, Jake. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”
Biting on her lip, the nervous gesture he’d come to crave, she slipped the buckle prong out of the holes. With a quick swipe, she yanked the belt out of the loops. Swinging the belt in her hand, she looked up at him with a teasing smile.
“Maybe I should hang on to this--in case I need it…later.”
The saucy remark almost did him in. His dick jerked to attention. His voice was soft with the trace of a threat. “I like that idea, sugar. It might come in handy, depending on how well behaved you are.”
He smiled inwardly, thrilled at the flash of excitement in her eyes.
Her slender fingers tussled with the clasp fastening his jeans. He always went commando, so knew this would be a quick next step. Frowning, she tried to pull his jeans down over his hips but his burgeoning erection was in the way. She flushed bright red and grimaced.
With an exasperated sigh, she pointed to the obstruction.
“I …I don’t think I can get these off over ‘that’.”
Jake gave her a cocky grin.
“Well, sugar, ‘that’ is one unruly guy who’s eager to meet you. I can’t vouch for him. Can’t promise he’ll behave. But we may as well let him out. There’s no keeping him down now.”
He slid his jeans over his slim hips and stepped out of them. When he stood up, his erection jutted out, pressing up against his stomach past his navel.
Lexis eyes widened. She stepped back, pressing her fingers against her lips.
“Oh.... Oh…my.”
Jake laughed, a deep infectious sound.
He pulled her up close to him, cuddling her soft body against him. He leaned down and nibbled on her ear lobe, smiling when her body trembled wildly in response.
He whispered in her ear.
“Lexie, I want to love you, to make love to you. Yes, darlin’?”
She whimpered softly and then nodded.
“Yes. Yes, please, Jake.”
~~~
The next several hours vaulted her into a new region of time and space. Lexie knew she could never turn back, never be the damaged woman who’d only known men who were vicious, angry predators. Instead, she willingly, eagerly let Jake lead her from that hateful place to a hallowed place, shattering the ugly memories with a bomb blast of sensations.
She knew that Jake would be a masterful lover, but nothing prepared her for the way he catapulted her into an erotic wonderland. His knowing hands, fingers, and tongue aroused sensuous hideaways that she didn’t know she had. Within minutes of scooping her up in his arms, he’d marched into the bedroom, stripped off the duvet, and laid her on the stark white sheets. He gazed at her the way a marauding warlord would look at a virginal sacrifice. The open lust in his eyes excited her and she found herself opening to him in a way that should have shocked her, but didn’t.
It was a space devoid of rational thought chased away by rioting sensations. Over and over, he whispered to her. “Don’t think, Lexie. Just feel.”
And she did. At first she was horrified when he insisted that he see, touch, taste, and smell her most intimate places. But he breached every defense she mounted. Not with force, but with glorious sensations. Who knew that the back of her knees were an erogenous zone, or that when he licked the pulse on her throat her breasts would swell. And her breasts! Good God, to think that she’d had these extraordinary sex organs all her life and had never known that his skilled tongue and teeth and vigorous suckling could bring her to an orgasm the likes of which she’d never imagined.
And then there were the orgasms. Last night, when he’d thrown her down on the counter, Jake had given her the first ever orgasm she’d ever had. But then he’d pulled back. Not tonight. He seemed determined that she would orgasm, not once or twice, but over and over. She demurred, begged him to let her breathe, protesting that it wasn’t possible to come again so soon. But he put a lie to her words. Again and again in the most impossible ways, he milked waves of excruciating pleasure from every part of her body.
His wicked whispers were as exciting as his touch. In his dark sexy voice, he described intimate parts of her body. She’d never dreamed his dirty, provocative words would be erotic, but they sent clamoring sensations bombarding through her. He whispered the outrageous things he would do to her, with toys and props she’d never imagined. Rather than frightening her, his shocking suggestions titillated her and drove her higher and higher up a pathway of fiery sensations.
She whimpered and moaned. At times, she wailed, stunned that the panting gasps and shrieks of agonized need came from her. At each sound, he urged her higher, not letting her stop until she exploded in a tsunami of pleasure.
His body was a stunning male masterpiece. The iron hard flex of his muscles, his impossibly huge erection should have terrified her. At first, it did. But somehow his skillful fingers and tongue drew copious amount of liquid from her intimate folds. When he finally entered her, she thought she might die from the pleasure. He was gentle, encouraging, easing the entry, but she refused to compromise. Fiercely hungry for his huge aggressive body, she begged him to fill her, not to hold back. When he let go and thrust impossibly deep inside her with a harsh animal roar, she knew she would spend a lifetime exploring this erotic playground with this man she loved.
Many hours later, he pushed the hair back from her face, then washed her face as though she was a child, planting kisses everywhere he touched. He washed the sweat from between her breasts, then carefully cleaned their combined juices from her succulent folds. His gentle ministrations to her sensitized body elicited renewed moans of pleasure. All the while, he crooned loving words of praise for her body, her spirit and the way she let him love her. She fell into a deep exhausted sleep, nestled in the safety of his strong arms, knowing that nothing and no one could ever take this away from her.
