Chapter Fifteen
Scarlett
I gasp, but all that does is let him plunge his tongue into my mouth and kiss me so deeply I feel as if I’m losing all sense of time and place.
I can’t move because he’s pinned my hands, and his whole body is pressed up against mine. I can feel his hard erection against my belly. He’s so tall, and big, and strong, I feel helpless. Oh my God, why does that turn me on so much? I should be outraged. I should be giving him a knee in the groin and telling him he’s acting inappropriately, and I should walk straight out of here.
I don’t, though. Instead, I flex my hands where he’s holding my wrists, and a small moan escapes me.
He moves back, looking at me with those fierce blue eyes. Then he bends and, without warning, lifts me up and holds me beneath my butt, so I have to wrap my legs around his waist.
I hold his face with my hands and kiss him, tilting my head to the side, while he carries me through to the bedroom. I have a brief glimpse of a large room, one wall of which is all windows, with a gigantic bed that faces out over the city, before he crosses the room, climbs onto the bed, and lowers me onto my back so my head is on the pillows.
He sits back and takes off his shirt, revealing his glorious body, then leans over me, a hand on either side of my shoulders. My jaw drops. Oh my God, the muscles. I lift my hands and rest them on his pecs, then brush them across to his shoulders, down his biceps, back up, and down his chest. He has a delicious scattering of hair, and I follow it down to where it narrows into a thin trail that disappears into the waistband of his trousers. I’ve seen this on other men when they’ve worn shorts but gone topless down by the pool, but this is the first time I’ve examined it. I follow it down to the waistband, then stop, conscious of his erection just beneath it.
Without asking, he lifts up, undoes the button, and slides down the zipper. Then he leans over me again. I stare, fascinated, at the way his erection juts out, straining at the black cotton of his boxer briefs.
I look up into his eyes. He hasn’t put the lamp on. The colored lights of the city and the light from the rising moon fall onto his back and hair, but his eyes look midnight-blue in the semi-darkness.
“Can I touch you?” I whisper.
“Yeah.” His voice is little more than a husky growl. He wants me. It makes my heart race.
I touch a finger to the tip of his erection and circle it, feeling the head. Then I turn my hand palm up, slide it down the shaft, and slip it beneath the seam of his trousers, all the way down to cup his balls. It’s the first time I’ve felt this part of a man, and I explore shyly, enjoying this adventure. His cock twitches in response, making me catch my breath.
He lowers down to kiss me, then stretches out beside me, half on me, heavy, pressing me into the mattress. Sliding a hand up my skirt, he lifts my leg up, cups my ass, and pulls me against him. Now his erection nestles against my mound, and when I rock my hips it slides through my sensitive skin and arouses my clit.
“Mmm…” I close my eyes, lost in bliss as he rocks slowly against me while he kisses me. My heart races, and when I place my hand on his chest I can feel his heart doing the same, but he kisses me slowly, apparently still keen to keep the pace slow.
We kiss for a long time, the room slowly growing warmer. I slip my hand to the back of his neck and feel the short hair there, then cup his face, my thumb brushing his smooth jaw. No sign of bristle, so he must have showered before he met me. The thought of him in the shower, naked, preparing himself for me only serves to make my heart beat faster.
Eventually, he moves back and says, “Can I take off your dress?”
I nod, and he helps me pull it up my legs, over my hips, then peel it up my body and over my head. He tosses it aside without looking, his gaze fixed on me.
“I knew it,” he says.
I glance down—I’m completely naked now. I look back up at him. “Is it a problem? ”
He just laughs and kisses me, his mouth hot and hungry. He rests a hand on my collarbone, just below my throat, then draws a finger down between my breasts to my belly. Finally, he cups my breast and brushes his thumb over the nipple, then lowers his head and covers it with his mouth.
I close my eyes, my mouth opening in a gasp at the feel of his warm, wet mouth fastening on me. Oh God… I clench inside as he circles the areola with his tongue, then teases the tip. When he sucks, I can’t stop a long moan escaping my lips.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, and he lifts up and moves over me. He kisses my other breast, and I watch, puzzled, as he kisses down to my belly… and then lowers down between my legs.
Oh shit. Seriously? I knew men did this, but on the first date? Is this normal?
He pushes my legs up as he kisses over my mound, and I stare up at the ceiling, my heart banging on my ribs, fighting the urge to cover myself up. He rests a hand on my thigh, and then I feel him slide his thumb down into the heart of me.
“Fuck,” he says. “You’re so wet.”
I close my eyes and rest my hands over them as he strokes his thumb back up to my clit and circles the pad over it. Oh God, I’m so turned on that it throbs at his touch. He does it again, spreading my moisture over my sensitive skin, then lowers his head and does the same with his tongue.
I let out a long, uncontrolled moan at the intense sensation of his mouth on me. His other hand is resting on my thigh, and his fingers tighten on it, while he groans and covers my clit with his mouth. He sucks, and I gasp at the intense sensation. Fuuuuuuck …
He continues licking and sucking, teasing my entrance with his thumb, but not penetrating, and I’m so keyed up that it’s literally about two minutes before I feel my muscles start to tense inside.
“Oh no,” I say, embarrassed that it’s happening so quickly.
“Mm,” is all he says, and he continues to swirl his tongue over my clit with the same rhythm… oh God he knows that’s exactly what a girl needs… and it’s so amazing that my orgasm sweeps over me… a swift tightening inside… so intense it almost hurts, argh… and then the incredible pulses… I gasp with each one, screwing up my nose, my body jerking with uncontrollable pleasure …
He keeps going until I finally fall back onto the bed, limp and exhausted, at which point he releases me and starts kissing his way back up my body. Over my belly, up my ribs, my breasts, my neck, and back to my mouth. Then he lies on top of me and kisses me until I’m breathless again, and the nice, relaxed feeling fades slowly, and need begins to build up inside me once again.
He lifts up then, gets off the bed, and rids himself of his trousers, tossing them away on the floor. Then, while I watch with wide eyes, he removes his boxer-briefs and throws them away, too. His erection looks enormous to my innocent eyes, long and thick and hard.
“Jesus,” I say. “That won’t fit.”
That makes him laugh as he opens his wallet and takes out a condom. “I’m not that big. You just don’t have anything to compare it to.”
He climbs back on and kneels between my legs, rolls the condom on, and leans over me again. Lowering a hand, he strokes his thumb down through my sensitive skin, and groans as he obviously finds me still wet and swollen.
He bends and kisses me, then looks me in the eyes. “Are you sure about this?”
“I thought you weren’t going to ask me again.”
“I want you to be sure.”
“I’m sure.”
“Even though I’m the enemy?”
We study each other for a moment.
“You’re not my enemy,” I whisper.
He pauses. Then, his lips curving up a little, he moves his erection down with a hand until the tip presses against my entrance.
Leaning a hand either side of my shoulders, he looks me in the eye as he pushes his hips forward.
My mouth opens in a gasp as he penetrates me. I feel myself stretch to accommodate him, but it doesn’t hurt. He pauses and waits for me to adjust, then says, “Okay?” When I nod, he moves back, then pushes forward again. I realize he’s easing his way inside me, pausing until I get used to him before gradually sinking further in.
“That must be all of it,” I say on the fifth or sixth thrust.
“Not quite. You’re very tight. Just relax.”
I inhale and let out a shaky breath, trying my best.
“Well done,” he murmurs, pushing forward again. “Almost there. ”
Jesus, there’s more? I moan, and he lowers down and kisses me. “You feel amazing,” he whispers, teasing my lips with his tongue. “You’re doing so well, taking all of me like this.”
“Ahhh… please say that’s it…”
“One more inch…” He withdraws, then moves forward with a groan as he sinks into me. “Fuck me, you’re tight…” Finally, he stops, his hips flush with mine. “That’s it, baby girl. That’s all of me. Good girl.” I open my eyes and look up at him. His eyes catch the moonlight, blazing with desire. “This is where the fun starts,” he says, and begins to move.
He lowers down and kisses me, and I wrap myself around him, enjoying being so close to him, and having him inside me in the most intimate way a woman can have a man. My hands roam over him almost of their own accord, feeling the way his muscles move, the smoothness of his skin. I brush my thumb over his Adam’s apple, then draw my hands across his broad shoulders and down his chest, feeling the hairs there beneath my fingers before circling around to his back and down to his butt. His muscles tighten as he thrusts, and he grunts when I dig my fingers into them.
Sometimes I’ve wondered why people seem so obsessed with sex, but I can totally understand now. If I was married to a guy like this, I’d want to do it all day every day.
“You feel amazing,” he murmurs, cupping my breast and lowering his head to suck my nipple. “You’re so soft all over, so incredibly beautiful.”
Flattered, I sink my hand into his hair, then clutch my fingers and gasp as he sucks extra hard. He laughs and, lifting up, withdraws, holding onto the condom.
I’m disappointed and go to complain, but he rolls onto his back, then pulls me on top of him. “Sit up,” he says. “You do it this time.”
Ooh, he wants me on top. I straddle him, move a hand down, and guide him to my entrance. Then I push down a little. Mmm… I tip my head back and close my eyes, loving the sensation of him entering me so slowly. I let out a breath, trying to relax, and this time it’s easier, taking only a couple of thrusts for him to slide all the way in.
He rests his hands on my hips and watches me, his eyelids falling to half-mast. “That feels so fucking good.”
I slide my hand beneath me, feeling where our bodies are flush. “Mmm. ”
“Can you take your hair down?” he asks softly.
Surprised, I lift my hands to my bun, release the clips holding it in place, and lean over to put them on the bedside table. When I sit back up, I watch him observing me as I unravel the strands and let them tumble around my shoulders. He cups my breasts, his gaze drifting to them. Ohhh… He likes watching me. Keeping my hands on my hair, I start to move, learning how to rock my hips to drive him in and out of me. He watches, teasing my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, and I close my eyes and tip my head back again, liking the sensual feel of my hair tumbling down my back.
“Do you like being on top?” he asks, tugging my nipples once, twice, then a harder third time.
“Ooh.” I clench around him and he laughs, so I take his hands in mine and pin them above his head. “It has its advantages.”
He flexes his fingers in mine, his lust-filled gaze watching me as I move. I like this, being able to set the pace. I love the way his biceps bulge, and how strong the muscles in his shoulders and chest look. And I was right—the cool tones of my light-brown skin looking amazing against the warm tones of his tanned body.
Without warning, he lifts up, surprising me, making it quite clear that he was only playing at being restrained. Still holding my hands, he moves my arms behind my back and holds them with one hand, then cups a breast and lowers his mouth to it. I arch my back, shocked at the ease of his movements, and unable to catch my breath as he sucks. My head tips back, and I move my hips, moaning at the feel of him so big inside me.
“Scarlett,” he murmurs, kissing up my neck, then bringing my head down to kiss me. His mouth slants across mine, hot and demanding, his tongue tangling with mine, and I feel myself begin to spiral out of control.
“Not enough,” he says mysteriously and, holding me around the waist, he somehow turns, flipping me onto my back again. He kisses me again, lifting my legs to wrap them around his waist, and I realize it enables him to go deeper inside me. He pushes his hips forward, stretching me, and I groan at the sensation of being speared to the mattress.
“Too much?” he says, easing back.
“I’m never going to be able to walk again. ”
He just laughs and kisses my throat hungrily, big wet kisses, sucking slightly at the point where my pulse beats, as if he wants to feel the way my heart’s pounding.
I moan, and he groans and thrusts harder. “You’re driving me crazy,” he says in my ear, his voice husky with desire.
“Mmm…”
He lifts up, still moving inside me, leaning on one hand, and brushing his other hand up my thigh, up my body, over my breast, and down my arm, before taking my hand in his. He links our fingers, and for some bizarre reason that feels even more intimate than everything else that’s happening. I look at our joined hands, then up into his eyes, and experience the electric jolt I often get with him, a zap to my nerve endings all the way through my body that makes my lips part as I inhale sharply.
Moving my hands above my head, he holds them there by my wrists and kisses me hard as he thrusts. Oh my… He must have changed the angle somehow because he’s grinding against my clit now, arousing me with every rock of his hips… Being held like this makes me feel as if I have no say in my own pleasure—he’s going to drive me to the edge regardless of whether I want to go there or not…
I moan against his lips, and he says, “I love the way you tell me what you like,” as he kisses down my neck.
“Oh that’s so good,” I whisper, feeling the first tingling of an orgasm way off in the distance. “Don’t stop…”
“No problem there,” he mutters, thrusting hard. “Fuck. You feel amazing.”
“Mmm… Orson…”
“Ahhh, baby girl… you’re so soft… and wet for me. Are you going to come?”
“Yes…”
He slows and presses gentle kisses over my face. “Good girl… you’re doing so well taking me like this your first time.”
“Ohhh…”
“Just relax… let me take you there. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Mmm…”
He rocks slowly, long slow thrusts, and it’s only another twenty seconds or so before I feel my orgasm approaching, the curious tightening of the muscles deep inside .
“Yeah,” he says, obviously sensing something, “beautiful girl, come for me…”
My toes curl, and my mouth opens, but no words come out as I clench around him and the amazing pulses start. Only then do little Oh-oh-ohs tumble from my lips, and he kisses me as if he wants to capture them like butterflies, murmuring words of encouragement all the way through it, although my brain is spinning too fast for me to make sense of them.
When they finally fade away, I open my eyes and look straight into his.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, still moving inside me.
“Mmmm…”
He lifts up, supporting himself on his hands, either side of my shoulders, and begins to move faster. I tighten my legs around him, thrilled at the thought of him taking his pleasure from me, and watch with awe, moving with him and doing my best to drive him to the edge.
It only takes a minute or two before I feel him change… his thrusts become faster, his mouth more demanding, his groans louder. I scrape my nails down his chest and then try squeezing his nipples to see what it does to him. He growls, pins my hands above my head again, and thrusts harder, and I can only lie there and watch this magnificent man as he takes himself to the edge and tumbles off into the abyss.
Mmm… the beauty of a man’s climax… my first experience of it, and hopefully not my last. He groans, shudders, and then stills, tensing, and I feel him twitch and jerk inside me. He pushes his hips forward, burying himself inside me—ooh, ow, I’m a little tender there now—but I don’t say anything, and just stare up in wonder as he comes. I did that. I gave this guy the ultimate pleasure.
Wow, I love sex so much.