“Fuck, you feel so good.”
She thrust back, wanting more of him inside her. She heard the distinct sound of a bottle cap flipping open. Trying not to tense at the implication, she gripped the sheets. When she felt the cool liquid against her behind, she closed her eyes.
“Just one, I promise,” he said.
He was talking about one finger. Despite his tongue against her entrance turning her on, having anything inside her was a new concept. It scared and excited her at the same time.
“I trust you,” she whispered.
He ran his finger around the puckered skin, making her jump. She concentrated on him fucking her rather than what he was about to do to her virgin entrance. The pressure of his finger against it was almost too much for a moment. The tip slid in, she froze expecting pain, but found it merely felt strange.
“Is it okay?” he asked, his voice a little strained.
She nodded, unable to look back at him. His finger slid in a little more. She hissed but didn’t ask him to stop.
“Shit, you’re like a vice,” he muttered.
She wanted him to continue, but she was going to take other matters into her own hands. Reaching down between her legs, over the pillow, her fingers found her core. She groaned, touching herself when Jamie started to move his finger inside her in slow strokes, getting deeper each time.
“Are you going to make yourself come?” he asked.
“Yes, I want to come whilst you’re fucking me. Don’t stop. I want this.”
It was starting to feel good, having him touch her there.
“Are you going to let me fuck you here?”
His finger was all the way inside now. She bucked against him as her climax started to build.
“Yes,” the word tore out as her body shook.
“Only me, Dani. You’re not to let anyone else touch you here. Not ever. Promise me.”
She didn’t think she’d ever want anyone else to do these things to her. Something about Jamie made her lose her inhibitions and crave the darkness he lived in.
“I promise. Just please, fuck me harder.”
“Hearing you beg is fucking delicious. Tell me, Dani, how much do you want to get fucked? Hmm? Do you want me to take the last part of your virginity?”
He slammed into her harder with each word.
“I want it. I want you to fuck me so hard, I scream. Fuck, give it to me.”
“Do you want it now?”
“Please, Jamie, please.”
What the fuck is happening to me?
She’d never wanted anything as badly as she wanted Jamie. She didn’t even care that his size would probably hurt. At that moment, she’d do anything he said just to end the tension inside her. Pent up need overflowed until she couldn’t stand it. Two weeks of longing for his touch made everything feel like fire.
“Fuck, you’re such a little temptress. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Jamie, please. I don’t care if it hurts, I want you.”
She felt the burn as he inserted another finger inside her. It was quickly masked by the intensity of him fucking her and her fingers on her core. He made everything feel good.
“Not tonight. You’re not ready. No matter how much I want it. Fuck, you make me lose control too much. I want to be gentle the first time.”
She groaned, thrusting back against him.
“Make no mistake, I’m going to fuck you there and it’s going to be incredible for both of us.”
He pulled his fingers from her, gripping both hips instead. He pressed deeper, harder until a loud moan ripped from her throat. She lost it completely. Her climax tore through her body, causing her to shake, tremble and buck against him. Stars blurred her vision. The utter bliss of having him fuck her into submission was unlike anything else.
She heard him grunting and felt him pulsate inside her.
“Fuck, Dani.”
She could barely move, coming down from the ultimate high. He stroked her back, his fingers deliciously cool against her heated skin.
“You’re something else,” he whispered.
He pulled away, tugging the pillow from under her. She collapsed on the bed, unable to hold herself up.
“You look thoroughly fucked.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
“Oh, I take full responsibility.”
His voice was on the other side of the room. She turned, finding him standing next to a box of tissues as he threw one in the bin. She wanted him to hold her, but perhaps that would be asking too much. They weren’t a couple. Was cuddling after sex permitted? He hadn’t seemed to mind when she’d fallen asleep at his last time. She rolled over onto her side.
“Do you know how cute you look with your hair all mussed?” he asked, walking over to her.
“Cute?”
“Mmm, you’re adorable. Especially when you send me selfies of you making funny faces.”
He sat down and brushed a finger over her nose.
“I just wanted to make you laugh.”
She reached up, catching him around his neck. He came willingly, kissing her softly. He settled down next to her, gathered her up and continued to taste her lips.
“Mmm, do you have to go home?”
“Probably should soon. Didn’t I interrupt your plans?”
“You are always a welcome interruption. As for plans, not especially, I’ve already fed.”
She curled a hand around his waist, savouring his cool skin against hers. He brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“Tell me, did you stay away because you got in trouble with Novus or because you couldn’t stop thinking about that night?”
“Both. I told you once my father had left finally, he lectured me for an hour about the dangers of anyone else finding out about me sneaking out to see you.”
He tugged her closer, their bodies pressed against each other.
