Chapter 29 Jasper #2
Her pussy, slick with arousal, is flushed a delicate pink. I can see a hint of moisture gathered at her entrance, and when I brush the backs of my fingers lightly along her slit, I feel the wet heat of her. Mara gasps, a strangled little sound, and covers her mouth with her hand.
My heart swells. She’s beyond beautiful, and she’s mine.
The word snarls possessively in my head.
I push it down for now—ours, she’s ours, I remind the primal voice inside.
But in this moment, with her laid out beneath me, trusting me to be her first, I can’t help feeling that she’s especially mine.
I slide one finger through her slick. My touch glides easily thanks to how wet she is.
Mara’s hips jerk and she moans behind the hand still clamped over her mouth.
I notice and gently tug her wrist away from her lips.
I pin that hand beside her head, lacing our fingers together against the pillow.
Our eyes meet, and I hold her gaze as I slowly, slowly circle the pad of my index finger around her clit.
She chokes out a cry and instinctively tries to twist away from the overwhelming sensation. Her free hand flies to grip my forearm where I’m bracing myself above her. “Jasper—” she whimpers, voice high and needy.
I still my finger immediately, worried I’ve gone too fast. But she shifts under me, and I realize she’s not trying to escape my touch at all—she’s repositioning, trying to angle her hips closer. I bite back a groan at her eagerness.
Maintaining our entwined fingers above, I resume the gentle circling on her clit. Each tiny motion coaxes a new reaction from her. I watch every flutter of her lashes, every parting of her lips. When her head tips back, exposing the long line of her throat, I lean down and mouth hot kisses there.
Her pulse thrums against my tongue as I taste her skin. “Jasper…”
I nearly break. My hips grind involuntarily against the mattress to relieve some of the ache in my own body.
Mara is climbing fast, her body so responsive it’s like playing a finely-tuned instrument.
I drag my finger lower, tracing her entrance.
Her slickness coats my fingertip. Gently, I push inside, up to the first knuckle.
Her walls clench around even that small intrusion and she whimpers, tensing.
There it is—the slight resistance of her virgin body resisting being stretched.
I retreat and return to circling her clit, letting her relax again with pleasure.
When her thighs fall lax once more and she’s moaning steadily, I press my finger in again, this time easing deeper.
“Ahh—” Mara tenses, but I distract her with a sudden firm suck on her nipple, making her cry out in mingled pleasure.
By the time she registers my finger is fully inside her, I’ve already begun pumping it slowly, shallowly.
She’s so tight and hot and soft and I grit my teeth, willing myself not to imagine how it will feel when I’m finally inside her. Not yet. Patience.
I work her open with one finger until I feel her slickness increasing, her body adjusting.
When I think she’s ready, I slide a second finger in alongside the first. Her breath hitches sharply and she clings to my forearm and hand, nails digging in.
Her eyes fly open, shining with tears at the corners.
Her brow is pinched, a mix of discomfort and need.
“It’s okay. Relax. Breathe, Mara. Look at me.”
She does, locking onto my gaze. I keep my fingers still inside her, letting her adjust to the stretch. Slowly, I feel her muscles flutter and then give way, easing the pressure. Her pained expression softens as she takes a deep breath and lets it out.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur. The words slip out without thought, but they feel right.
When I curl my fingers slightly, finding that spongy spot inside that makes her jerk, she tears her mouth from mine with a strangled cry. “Jasper! Oh—”
I capture her gasp with another kiss, whispering against her lips, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I don’t even know if the words are audible. It doesn’t matter; she can feel it in the way I’m holding her, in every careful thrust of my hand.
Her wetness is flowing freely now, easing the glide of my fingers and telling me she’s close. Her thighs begin to quiver around my waist. Time to take her over the edge. She should come once before I claim her completely, to help with the pain.
I pick up the pace just a fraction and rub my thumb over her clit in tandem. Mara’s entire body goes taut. She throws her head back, panting my name over and over in a broken chant. “Jasper, please… I—I—ah!” Her voice breaks on a sob of pleasure.
Suddenly, her walls clench hard around my fingers, and a hot flood of moisture coats my hand.
I watch, utterly mesmerized, as Mara’s eyes squeeze shut and her mouth falls open in a silent cry.
Her free hand flies to grip the headboard above her, and the other braces on my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin.
I continue circling her clit through her climax, prolonging it until her legs are shaking around me.
When her body finally begins to relax, I gently ease my fingers out of her, soaked and trembling myself from holding back so fiercely.
Mara is panting, her eyes unfocused and dazed. A tear has escaped down her temple, and I kiss it away softly. Her entire body is glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, and in the lamplight she looks like some ravaged angel. Mine. The thought echoes, reverent and possessive.
She blinks up at me as her breathing steadies. “I never… I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she whispers, voice hoarse.
I smile softly and sign, “There’s more.” I brush her lower lip with my thumb. “You okay?”
She nods vigorously, swallowing. “Yes. More, please.” She blushes as she says it, but her legs falling open again in invitation tells me more than words.
I sit up, quickly pulling my shirt off over my head.
It joins the pile of clothes on the floor.
Mara’s eyes drift over my chest, and I see hunger in her gaze that rivals my own.
She reaches out uncertainly and places a hand on my abdomen, fingers splaying over my stomach muscles. I shiver under her touch.
I rise to my knees and finish the job, shucking off my jeans and boxer briefs in one go. My erection springs free, painfully hard and already beading at the tip with pre-cum. I hear Mara’s breath catch as her gaze falls to my length.
I quickly lower myself between her thighs once more, not wanting her to worry. I nudge her nose with mine to get her to meet my eyes. “We’ll go slow,” I promise her.
She gives a small nod, wrapping her arms around my back.
I feel her legs shift, the inside of her thighs brushing against my hips as she welcomes me in the only way she knows how.
The gesture sends a rush of love—yes, love, damn it—through me so strongly I have to close my eyes for a second to steady myself.
Reaching down, I position myself at her entrance.
I nudge her entrance with the head of my length, and I almost lose it right there.
I grit my teeth, forcing control. With one hand, I grip the base of myself to guide it, and with the other I find Mara’s hand and entwine our fingers again, pressing them above her head into the pillows. Our eyes lock.
“This… might hurt,” I manage to rasp out, barely audible, but I see her understand.
I capture her lips in a tender kiss, trying to distract her as I push past that last barrier with a gentle but firm motion. I feel the subtle give as I breach her hymen, and Mara tenses under me, a muffled cry lost into my mouth. Pain. It’s a hot knife in her whimper and it nearly kills me.
I still—fully seated now; I’m inside her to the hilt.
She’s shaking, nails biting into my shoulder, her breaths coming in short gasps through her nose as I continue kissing her softly, swallowing her pained sounds.
We stay like that for a long moment, joined and motionless save for the comforting stroke of my hand up and down her side.
Gradually, I feel her body acclimate, the rigidity in her thighs easing a bit, her hips shifting experimentally. I pull back from the kiss to look at her. Her eyes flutter open, watery but strong.
“It’s okay,” she murmurs, and even gives a tiny smile. “It… it’s already better.”
I brush damp hair off her temple and nod. I sign with my free hand, “Tell me if you need me to stop.” My fingers then form the word “please,” probably unnecessarily, but I need her to know how much her well-being means.
“I will,” she promises softly.
I take a slow breath. Inch by inch, I withdraw, feeling her inner walls drag against me. We both shudder—she from the strange sensation, me from the almost overwhelming pleasure of it. Then I push in again, just as slowly.
Her mouth falls open and she releases a long sigh. Not a pained one—no, this sounds different. I watch her face. Her brows knit in concentration, or maybe wonder rather than hurt. I repeat the motion, pulling out and gliding back in with a little more confidence.
“Oh…” Mara breathes, her voice hitching at the end into something like a moan.
Her legs, which had been tense around my hips, now come up and wrap hesitantly around my waist, as if instinct drives her to bring me closer.
The next time I sink home, I do it with a fraction more force, and she cries out softly, her head tipping back.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her face—the way it shifts from lingering discomfort to tentative pleasure.
The worst of the pain is passing; I can tell by how her body starts to move with me instead of against me.
Her tight heat envelops me, and I let myself feel the exquisite agony of it for a moment—the ecstasy of being joined with her coupled with the effort of holding back my own climax that already threatens at the base of my spine.
I set a slow, gentle pace, rocking my hips against hers in a steady rhythm.
Each thrust draws a new sound from Mara’s lips.
The initial pain must be fading into something else because those sounds are growing sweeter, more urgent.
Her nails, which had been digging into my shoulder, now slide up into my hair instead, holding me close as I pepper kisses along her jaw.
At one particularly deep stroke, her inner muscles flutter around me and she gasps, “Oh God… right there…”
I smile, feeling a spark of pride that I’ve found a spot she likes. I repeat that angle, rolling my hips just so, and am rewarded by her sudden moan. Her arms cling around my back, legs tightening at my waist.
The sight and feel of her beneath me, opening up and starting to enjoy this, is almost too much.
Mara’s eyes, which had drifted closed, snap open to find mine.
“Jasper…” she whimpers. “I-I feel…” Her voice cracks, and I understand—it’s building again inside her, the pressure of a second climax.
Her nails scrape lightly down my back, not painful, just desperate. “I think I’m going to—”
I hush her softly with a kiss, releasing her hand so I can snake my arm under her lower back.
Changing the angle, I thrust a little harder.
My now-free hand slides between us to where we’re joined, and I find her swollen clit once more with my thumb.
She’s so slick, it’s easy to rub tight circles there even as I continue moving within her.
That does it. Mara’s entire body goes tense.
She breaks the kiss, eyes wide and unseeing as she cries out my name.
Her inner walls clamp around me like a vise as she comes for the second time.
The cry she gives is louder, freer this time, echoing off the walls of the bedroom in a way that makes me almost feral with satisfaction.
She trusted me with her pleasure, and now she’s drowning in it.
The sight of her unraveling—head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy, breasts flushed and bouncing with each ragged thrust I can’t even stop anymore—pushes me over the edge with her.
With a guttural groan, I finally let go of the tight control I’d held.
My hips jerk forward one, two more times, burying myself as deep as I can go.
White-hot pleasure explodes at the base of my spine and I shudder violently, spilling into her.
I press my forehead to Mara’s as wave after wave of euphoria crashes through me.
I’m vaguely aware of my own voice, low and broken, murmuring, “Mine…you’re mine,” as I ride out the peak inside her tight warmth.
I slowly pull out of her, and she winces a little but then lets out a soft breath at the relief of it.
I roll to my side, gathering her against me immediately so she doesn’t feel empty and alone.
Her head finds my chest, and I wrap an arm around her, holding her close.
For a long minute, neither of us speaks.
There’s nothing but the sound of her breathing gradually slowing, and the pounding of my heart gradually calming.
Our moment is interrupted by a sudden weight dipping the mattress at the edge. Large hands close around Mara’s ankles and pull. Mara gasps as she’s yanked a few inches down the bed, out of my arms and onto her back again.
Dredyn has climbed onto the bed near her feet, his eyes dark with an intense fire. Behind him, on Mara’s other side, Talon is perched on the edge with that signature smirk of his. My brothers gave me the lead, and now they’re ready for their turn.