6. Worth the Wait
Chapter 6
Worth the Wait
Sadie
R ebel looks stunned when I take him by the hand and lead him into the bedroom. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the other night, when Rebel told me we were waiting two days before he would make love to me. Two days seemed like an eternity.
Several times, I’d wake up in the middle of the night to find Rebel curved around my body, cocooning me and keeping me warm and safe. He sleeps in his boxers, and last night, I couldn’t help but run my fingers over his muscular chest, tracing the outline of his pronounced abs. He has lots of ink on him. There’s a hunter’s arrow tatted on his chest, with wings on either side and words in what I think is Latin. I know there’s a story behind the ink and plan on asking him about it. But not tonight. Tonight, I just want Rebel to make love to me.
My courage wanes quickly as I stand by the bed, extremely self-conscious of how big and beautiful Rebel is, whereas I am hyperaware of all my imperfections. And by imperfections, I mean the ugly black bruises that cover my body.
His hand comes under my chin, and it’s like he’s reading my mind. “You’re beautiful. In every way,” he says softly. His voice sends a tingling sensation down my spine. The rumble of his tone makes me melt into him. Immediately, his arms come around me. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
I lick my lips before murmuring, “I want you too.”
The corners of his lips curve up in a sexy grin. “A good man would wait until you’re completely healed,” he says while his hand comes under the hem of my shirt. He caresses my bare skin. “I guess I’m not as nice as I ought to be, because all I can think about is stripping you naked and making you mine.” He lifts my shirt up and over my head, then tosses it aside. His gaze drops to my breasts, which are covered in a cute cream satin bra with a pink rose in its center. One hand finds its way into the back of my tights, squeezing my ass and pulling my belly flush against his hardness.
“A good man wouldn’t make me wait so long,” I say brazenly. I don’t know what’s come over me, but suddenly, I want Rebel to toss me onto the bed and fuck me hard.
He nips my earlobe. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” His raspy voice sends a delicious shiver through me. Rebel pulls down my tights, taking my panties with them, and helps me step out of them, then backs me onto the edge of the bed. He makes swift work of unlatching the hook of my bra before lowering me onto the bed, my legs dangling over the edge.
I’m completely naked, except for my wrapped ribs, and Rebel is still fully dressed. Rebel lifts my legs, bending my knees, and spreads me open. Wetness pools between my thighs as he stares at my pussy. “The prettiest pussy, soft and pink, and very wet,” he says, kissing my inner thigh, and a single digit moves along the seam of my pussy lips.
“Rebel.” I pant his name.
“In this room, I’m Jasper,” he tells me. “Say my name,” he commands.
I swallow hard. “Jasper.”
“Tell me you want this, Sadie.” Rebel’s voice is ragged with desire. If he keeps talking, I’m going to come without him even touching me.
“I want this. I want you.” My chest is heaving, and I reach for him.
“No, baby. You don’t move. You need to stay perfectly still. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he says. Is he kidding? There’s no way I’ll be able to stay still. “If you move, I’ll stop.”
My eyes grow wide. “Please, Jasper.”
He runs his tongue through my slit and hums his appreciation over my clit. I grip the sheets by my side, my legs trembling. I shut my eyes tightly, reveling in the onslaught of sensations between my legs. He eats me voraciously, and I can’t help but move my hips, causing a twinge of pain, but I don’t care.
Rebel, however, must have felt my reaction because his huge hands grip my waist and hold me immobile as he continues to satisfy his hunger. I feel the intensity rise within me. An overwhelming desire takes over, and it’s as if I’m climbing to the top of the biggest mountain, then free-falling over the cliff and landing on an orgasmic cloud that has me floating in my sexual afterglow.
My legs are like jelly, but it doesn’t matter because Rebel wraps his hands around my ankles and lifts them toward the ceiling, spreading them wide. How and when he got naked, I don’t know, but there he is in all his magnificence. Then I feel his huge, thick cock at my entrance, slowly moving inside me, inch by inch. Oh God, he’s so big!
“Jasper!” I gasp, as he continues to fill me. “Oh God!”
“I love watching my cock disappear into this tight pussy. Wet and glistening, wrapped around me. Fuck, baby! You feel so good, hot and wet.” His dirty talk is seductive, and the excitement rises within me again. “That’s right, sweetheart, take all of me.” He thrusts deeper, and I hear him groan. It’s wild, but I love the sound of his moans. I clench my pussy tighter around his cock. “Fuck me!” he moans. He pulls out and thrusts inside, then begins fucking me with a slow and steady rhythm.
“More, Jasper,” I beg.
“Not yet,” he decides and keeps moving slow and steady.
My nails dig into his arms. He wraps my legs around his waist and braces his elbows on either side of my head as he hovers over me, moving faster and deeper. My hands roam over his back, my nails skimming over his skin, as I beg for him to let me come.
My pussy flutters around his hardness, and he groans, “You gotta come, Sadie. Come on, baby, let me hear those sweet, sexy moans,” he urges, then he thrusts inside once more and I feel another orgasm tear through me. I hold on tightly. He buries his face against my throat as he moans his own release.
Rebel kisses my neck, then traces featherlight kisses over my cheeks. “This is the way I want our first real kiss to be,” he whispers, then moves his lips over mine in a tantalizingly seductive kiss. Our tongues intertwine in a dance that neither of us wants to end. Rebel ends our kiss when we’re both breathing heavily.
He rests his forehead on mine. “I gotta go take care of this condom. Don’t move, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.” Rebel pulls out of my pussy, leaving me feeling empty. I want him back quickly, but settle into the pillow like a sated kitten. He’s back in seconds with a warm washcloth, cleaning between my legs.
“You don’t have to. I can?—”
“I want to take care of you,” he says. I see it means something to Rebel, and I let him do just that. He tosses the cloth aside and climbs in next to me, snuggling in and turning me into his side. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. Thank you for being gentle,” I whisper, kissing his chest.
“I look forward to the day when I can get creative,” he teases.
I gaze up at his sexy smile. “Another forty-eight hours?” I kid.
“Sorry, baby, but those ribs have to heal up. More like weeks.”
I pout. Rebel chuckles.
“It’ll be worth the wait, babe,” he says.