Chapter 7 #2
I lick her slowly, spreading her open with my thumbs, learning every reaction. She is sweet, wet, and so sensitive my cock aches. I circle her clit with my tongue, then suck, and her fingers twist in the sheets before sliding into my hair.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Pull if you need to. I can take it.”
She does, and the sting at my scalp sends heat straight through me.
I keep my mouth on her, licking and sucking until her sounds lose their shyness. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders. Her hips lift toward my mouth, and I let her feel how much I want this, how much I want her pleasure messy and loud and honest.
I slide one finger into her carefully, watching her face.
Tight.
So damn tight my vision nearly blanks.
She gasps, but her hips lift toward me.
“Good girl.”
Her pussy clenches around my finger.
I nearly groan.
I work her slowly, finger moving in a steady rhythm while my mouth returns to her clit. She writhes under me, helpless now, pleasure taking her in waves she has no idea how to control.
“That’s it,” I say against her. “Come on my mouth, Natalie.”
She breaks with my name on her lips, coming hard, shaking under me, thighs trembling against my shoulders, hands pulling at my hair like she needs something to hold while pleasure tears through her.
I keep my mouth on her until she whimpers.
Then I kiss my way back up her body.
Her eyes are dazed. Her mouth is swollen. Her cheeks are wet, though I do not think she knows she cried.
I kiss the tears away.
“You’re mine now,” I say against her skin. “Do you understand me?”
Her answer comes without hesitation. “Yes.”
I strip the rest of my clothes off. Her gaze drops, and her eyes widen when she sees me.
I give her time.
She deserves time.
Then she reaches for me, fingers wrapping around my cock with shy curiosity that almost sends me to my knees.
My control cracks.
I cover her hand with mine and show her how to stroke me once, twice, slow and firm. Her eyes stay on my face, watching what she does to me, and I have to take her wrist before she ruins me too soon.
“Enough,” I say, voice rough.
Her breathing is uneven. “Did I do it wrong?”
I lower over her. “You did it too well.”
That pleases her. I see the soft little spark before I kiss it off her mouth.
I brace on one arm and guide myself to her entrance. She is slick from my mouth, hot and open, but when I press forward, her body resists.
I stop.
Her hands grip my shoulders.
“Look at me,” I say.
She does.
“This may hurt.”
“I know.”
“I’ll go slow.”
She swallows. “Okay.”
“If you need me to stop, I stop.”
“I know.”
I kiss her. Deep. Steady. Then I push into her inch by inch.
Every part of me wants to drive deep.
I do not.
I hold back with a level of control no battlefield ever asked from me. My arms shake. My jaw locks. Sweat breaks along my spine as she takes me, tight and hot and trembling beneath me.
Then I feel the barrier.
I stop again.
Her eyes shine up at me.
“Natalie.”
“I’m okay.”
“Hold on to me.”
She wraps her arms around my neck.
I kiss her as I press through.
Her cry breaks against my mouth.
I go still inside her, buried only partway, every muscle in my body locked against the need to move.
“I’ve got you,” I say against her lips. “I’ve got you.”
Her breathing shakes.
I wait.
I would wait all night.
Her fingers stroke the back of my neck, tentative and sweet. Then her body softens under mine.
“Jordan?”
“Yes.”
“Can you move now?”
Something dark and possessive opens in my chest.
I slide deeper, slow enough to feel every inch of her take me. Her mouth falls open. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“That’s it,” I say. “Take me.”
She whimpers.
I move carefully at first, watching her face, learning the difference between pain and pleasure as it changes in her eyes. Then her hips lift, just a little, meeting me.
That tiny movement nearly kills me.
I lower my forehead to hers.
“There you are.”
She gasps as I thrust again, deeper now. “Jordan.”
“Mine tonight,” I say, voice rough. “Mine in this bed. Mine in that hotel this weekend. Mine every time you look at me like you don’t know how to ask for what you need.”
Her body clenches around me.
I feel her pleasure building again, feel it in the way her pussy tightens, in the way her breathing breaks, in the way she stops holding back.
I slide a hand between us and find her clit, wet and swollen from my mouth. She cries out the second I touch her.
“That’s it. Come for me again.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
Her eyes fly open. “Jordan.”
“I’ve got you.”
I thrust slow and deep, rubbing her clit with firm circles until her body locks around me. She comes with a broken sound, clinging to me, and the feel of her pulsing around my cock takes the last of my restraint.
I bury my face against her neck and come hard, holding myself deep, teeth clenched against the kind of sound a man makes when he realizes he has lost more than control.
For a long moment, there is only her breathing and mine.
Then I lift my head.
Natalie looks up at me like she has crossed a line and found me waiting on the other side.
I brush damp hair from her face. “You all right?”
She blinks slowly. “I think so.”
That almost gets a smile out of me.
I kiss her forehead, then her mouth.
When I pull back, her eyes are soft and heavy. “Was that lesson two?”
I look down at her, spread under me, claimed in every way that matters.
“No.”
Her brows pull together.
“That was real. No more lessons.”
Her breath catches.
I ease out of her carefully, clean her with a warm cloth from the bathroom, then pull her against me under the sheets. She curls into my chest like she belongs there.
Her fingers rest over my heart.
I stare into the dark suite, listening to the mountains settle outside the windows and the woman in my arms drift toward sleep.
She chose me, and I am never giving her a reason to regret it.