Chapter 4 #3
He pressed a kiss to the underside of her jaw and she felt him smile.
“Good girl, Janice…” He ran his tongue up the hollow expanse of flesh and she shuddered in time with her sex.
“I think your compliance deserves a reward. . .” He leaned farther over her, speaking against her ear and sending lightning into the still building waters of her passion. “Don’t you?”
Janice felt electrified, her senses heightened by his touch, by the overwhelming scent of him, by the honeyed taste of him lingering in her mouth. She stifled a moan as she bit down on her lip, her chest heaving against him as she shifted closer.
Willingly she gave herself to him, trusting him to take care of her. To satisfy her. To fulfill her.
“It’s tight in here, so I’m going to need you to scoot up higher.” He whispered the gentle command against her ear and she obeyed, shifting and inching farther up the seats until his hand pressed into her stomach, right against her navel, and her head was almost to the top of the seats.
For the first time in her life, Janice was happy to be as short as she was.
Warren leaned forward, sucking her other breast into his mouth and taking the first into his hand, massaging it firmly in large circles as his mouth drew on her, bubbling little moans out of her throat.
She grabbed his head again, arching and shifting into the caresses and his hand left her, tracing fingers over her dress in it’s south bound trail again.
Janice breathed a moan, shifting her legs as his fingers slipped past the fabric of her skirts to palm and caress her behind.
“Oh~” The sound escaped her breathlessly and she shifted restlessly on the soft cushioned floor of the man’s hatchback, head arching back and exposing her neck to him.
She bit her lip, that reservoir of lusty passion filling her to bursting.
What she wanted right now was him inside of her to fill the hollow ache the proximity of his hand had caused in her.
But Warren pressed soft kisses into her neck, kissing slowly down as he groped firmly at her behind. “You want more.”
It wasn’t a question. He knew she did, but she shifted against him, spreading her legs only enough to rest her knee atop his as she caught his chin and turned his head up to meet her gaze.
She caught his heated gaze in her own impassioned one and held it, her cheeks blushing as she tried her best to covey all her need, her longing, into a single word. “Yes.”
His bright smile set her heart beating at a rapid gallop that pulsed through her entire body. He shifted closer using his knee to part her legs farther and brought his hand around, dragging trembling shivers in the wake of his fingers before dipping his hand between her legs.
Janice moaned softly as his dexterous fingers slid across her moist flesh. She trembled.
“Keep your legs open.” He whispered against her collar bone, pressing soft kisses against her skin.
She couldn’t focus. She could barely understand him through the fog his actions had covered her mind with, but she still swallowed thickly and breathed a quiet moan into the air. “Yes~”
Her head fell back as he nipped at her sensitive skin and grazed his fingers over her again.
“Is it okay if I play with this?” He asked a second before flicking the center of her excitement with a gentle finger.
Janice gasped and rolled a bit under the touch, but she managed to nod through the sharp feeling that shot through her.
He pressed his lips to the side of her neck again. “Remember. . . Keep your legs open.”
“Or what?” She heard herself ask, more in response to how he warned her, than what he was saying or the actual situation itself. It was a knee jerk reaction, but he took it in stride.
“Or I’ll have to find a way to keep them open myself.” He growled enticingly into her skin, giving her a little nip that made her jump, her sex spasm, as a warning.
She swallowed thickly, shivering as she felt excitement spill low. He wanted her to close her legs. She could see it in his eyes when she glanced down and met his.
His fingers moved on her then, shifting her underwear aside and tracing teasing circles around the head of her excitement.
Janice moaned, using her legs to press into his fingers and attempt to keep them open at the same time.
Hoping that if she was good, he would satisfy that burning urge deep within her.
She wanted to believe he could reach it if he tried. And she did.
One of his fingers strayed, brushing over her moist flesh to circle her entrance and she moaned plaintively, gripping at his shoulders as her breathing shuddered in time with her sex. God, she wanted him. She wanted him now. Damn all the games.
“Not yet.” He said as he dipped a finger inside of her, teasing her, tormenting her.
“We start slow.” She wanted to ask him how much slower they could start, but he pressed a kiss to the top of her right breast, before the straying finger moved back to join the others.
His knee urged her legs wider. “First this.”
The first few flicks were tentative as he hit her clit directly several times. Probably gauging her reaction, which included stuttered breathing, and the occasional jerk and a good deal of rigid trembling. But she could hear the smile in his voice when he breathed a laugh.
“Yeah. . . First this.”
Then he proceeded to, or at least in her mind, strum her like a guitar, burying his face in her neck as he enjoyed the notes he drew from her throat.
He strummed at her steadily for a long time, building the reservoir he’d filled in her to overflow and then kept strumming.
He listened to the octaves that escaped her and corrected with such exquisite ecstasy, she could hardly hear the difference in her menial lowing.
But he did, and quickly perfected the pattern that had her crying out and clamping her legs shut on his hand so he couldn’t move.
He tsked, while she moved an arm down to hold his hand in place so it would stop moving and she could catch her breath.
She’d rapidly felt as though she was going to burst, to explode, and it scared her.
She’d never felt like that before. . . Never even masturbated on her own and that only made what he was doing more terrifying.
She didn’t know what to expect. This wasn’t like burning her muscles out in an intense workout or dropping to the ground after expending so much energy and power trying to perfect a particular move with it. This was different. . .
Scary different.
“Do you remember what I told you?” Warren asked gently, shifting his body so his face was in line with hers. His gaze was gentle, his expression sincere as he held hers, but he didn’t move his hand.
Janice tried to think, to remember. . . But he’d said so much. Her breathing picked up, rushing in and out of her as her emotions made the wide swing to panic. Dear god! She was in the back of some stranger’s car with his hand on her crotch! Was she Insane?!
A thick comforting scent hit her so hard she choked on it.
“Settle.” Warren’s voice was firm as he dropped to lie on his shoulder and used his newly free hand to hold her cheek.
“Right here with me.” He caught her gaze and held it, intensity coming to the forefront of his emotions.
She couldn’t look away. “Right here with me. I won’t move, but I need you to breathe with me.
” He waited for her frantic nod before he coached, “In.” He took a deep breath and held it, watching her closely to make sure she was breathing with him.
Just when her lungs felt like they would burst he said, “Out” and exhaled with her and held it.
This kept up for a long while, the hold times growing progressively shorter as he kept a close eye on her condition. Pretty soon, he was beaming at her with a proud expression, his lips quirked at a cocky angle.
“Are we feeling better?” He asked patiently.
Janice swallowed thickly, before giving a stiff nod.
“Good.” He hesitated, eyes searching her face. “Any questions?” He allowed, expression silently insisting she ask them.
“How did you know how to do that?” She asked, a bit awestruck.
He frowned. “Do what?”
“How to stop my panic attack. . .” She asked astonished, “I’ve been having them since—” She stopped herself, suddenly remembering who she was— what she was— and who she was with.
She’d been having panic attacks since the night she found out she was betrothed to a stranger. . . And here she was about to bed one in the back of his car.
She started to sit up abruptly, releasing his hand so she could crawl out of the car and reprimand herself for what she was doing. It was insane! What kind of woman just waltzed off and climbed into some stranger’s car? And let’s not forget how she’d fallen into his arms. What had possessed her—
His hand snatched from between her legs the moment she released his arm, his fingers brushing against the momentarily silent bud of excitement to bring it bursting back to life.
The action sent spasms through her, halting her progress and then he was using that same hand to urge her to lie back down.
When she was back on the floor, face to face with him, he cupped her face in his hands.
“This really is your first time. . . Isn’t it?
” He searched her face and she eyed him warily, the reawakened trench of desire yawning inside of her.
She didn’t know what he was looking for, but apparently he’d found it.
His look had a touch of pity in it. “Can I take it you’ve never masturbated before this either?” He dropped his hands to rest between them where she could see them. It comforted her a bit, but did little to tame that gaping desire inside of her.