Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
MINE
James
“Freaking hell.” Beth’s eyes rounded to saucer size. Then she burst out laughing. “That is not a house.”
“What is it, then?”
“A palace.” She gaped. “Oh, would you look at that! You own a lake? Can we swim in it? It’s warm enough, right?”
We eased around the drive, exposing the view, and my heart was in my mouth. The afternoon had warmed up. Snow still lay on the ground in Scotland, but here, in the centre of England, spring touched everything. Belvedere looked at its best for Beth.
“I want you to like it here,” I managed.
“If I’m with you, I think I’ll be happy anywhere. But I can’t pretend I’m not intimidated.”
“You’re happy with me?”
Beth laughed again, almost hanging out the window when I took the next bend. The west side of the house came into view, and she cooed. “I love being with you.”
I had to fight my rising instincts. For once, instead of wanting to be quiet, I had too much to say.
Beth being here was so right, but if I told her anything of how I’d started to feel, she’d run a mile.
Beth didn’t want love. And I could guess why.
The people she’d loved had left her. Or hadn’t cared enough to stick around.
So I stopped thinking. I let the sensation wash over me and put it to rest. If I couldn’t tell Beth in words, I’d let her know with my body and leave it up to her. I was on fire for the woman, and my mind reeled with all the ways we could come together.
Her gaze left the landscape and found mine. Now we were alone, the atmosphere in the car changed again. Tightened.
A light in her irises flared.
“Can we leave the tour for later?” she asked, low and sweet. “Because I’ve got something far more interesting to do first. No matter how big your house is, I’m here for you and I want you alone.”
I knew just the place to go.
Before I’d even brought the car to a halt, Beth had dragged her sweater over her head.
With urgency in my veins, I jerked on the handbrake, killed the engine, and caught Beth’s mouth in a hard kiss.
She clambered over the console and landed on my lap, her hands winding around my neck and dragging me closer.
Like I wanted any distance from her.
“You have no idea what I’ve dreamed about doing to you.” My voice was a growl, my body instantly responding to what we were about to do. I dug my fingers into her hips and attacked her mouth.
“Less talking, more action.” Beth grabbed the door handle and swung it open. “Are we going in there?”
I’d parked on the grass slope just beyond the summerhouse.
For all I knew, the place hadn’t been used in years, but it was private, had a lockable door, and had featured in more than one of my fantasies.
Without answering, I clambered out of the car, carrying Beth with me, striding over to leap onto the summerhouse’s porch.
She kissed my neck and down my throat as I wrestled the door open. Then we were inside. The wide room had a bar area as well as several couches covered in white sheets. I set Beth down on the bar then dragged a sheet from the nearest couch.
This was it. The place I’d finally lose my virginity.
I wanted her so badly I ached.
“Hold up a second.” Beth stopped my advance, her bare feet pressed on the side of the bar.
I held myself taut, waiting on her every word, watching her like a hawk.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.” No thinking. Only showing.
“Good, because you drive me wild.” Beth slipped the strap of her white top down her arm. “How do you want me? Because I’m yours however you choose.” The other strap followed, then she pulled the whole thing over her head.
My gaze snapped to her bare breasts.
No bra. Oh God.
I stepped between her knees, then reached out and cupped her breast. Heavy. More than I thought. Lust surged, and I ducked my head and kissed the top swell, trailing down from the freckle I’d obsessed over. Finding more to follow and trace.
“Tell me what to do,” I asked against her skin. “I want this to be good for both of us.”
“Believe me, James. I’m so hard up for you, one touch and I’m done.” Her fingers gripped my hair. “I have really sensitive nipples. Put your mouth on them. Suck them.”
God. I ran my tongue down her bare skin and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
“Roll it with your tongue. Use your fingers on the other one. It’s lonely,” she said with a long moan when I followed orders.
My cock strained inside my jeans, and I groaned as Beth arched into my mouth.
Laving her with my tongue, I played with her, then I kissed my way to the other nipple, moulding her breasts in my hands. Half my fantasies had involved making her wild like this.
Beth yelped, and I drew back.
“Fuck,” she swore, pink on her cheeks. “I think you could make me come like that. But I want more.”
Wriggling back on the bar counter, she dragged off her leggings. I helped, pulling them from her feet and tossing them to the floor. Then, dazzled, I took a step back and just looked at her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, taking in her almost naked form. Just a pair of black underwear remained. Nothing fancy, but very much in the way. I jerked my head. “Off.”
“Bossy. I’m going to enjoy getting used to that.” Beth drew the underwear down her legs, an air of mischief around her that made me want to not take this slow anymore.
“I want to see you.” My gaze held hers.
Slowly, Beth shifted back an inch then reclined on her elbows. She brought her heels up to rest on the counter edge and, with my heart hammering so fast I thought the world could hear, she dropped her knees wide.
I stared.
Perfect. Pink and glistening, and all for me.
Though a virgin, I wasn’t a complete stranger to how sex worked. I knew what went where. I also knew my tongue was about to go there first. I’d die if I couldn’t taste her.
“Can I touch you?”
“However you want. Consider me your plaything.”
Advancing, I took her thighs, slid my hands over her before, without warning, I bent and put my mouth right on the core of her.
Beth moaned.
I kissed her, right there, open mouthed and so hot. So wet.
“Guide me.” A long lick. “Tell me how you like this. Teach me.”
Beth moved her hands to help. She held herself open then, with one finger pressed on a little bud. “This is my clit. Make friends, why don’t you? Just like with my nipples.”
I dove in. With the taste of her driving me insane, I lapped circles over her clit, sucking alternately and digging my fingers into her thighs to hold her still. Beth writhed under me and I made friends over and over.
“So good. Oh fuck.” She grabbed my fingers. “Keep going. I need more, and you’re a minute away from making me come.”
Jesus.
I let her lead, changing the angle of my head so she could place our hands where she needed them.
“One finger,” she ordered, then guided me to push at her flesh, her own finger alongside.
We pressed into the heat of her body and slipped in. I groaned again, heat washing over me.
“I want to see.”
“Later. Keep sucking me. Fuck, James.”
She pushed deeper inside, and I followed.
“Press here, then slide in and out. Oh God.”
She swore again as I added another finger, stretching her, and she removed her hand to claw my shoulder. Then she threw her head back and gasped. I followed orders, delighted in my task, enthusiasm driving me on.
Making Beth come became my world, and when she tightened around me, I nearly lost my grip on reality, my hand and mouth working her, my cock so hard for her I could barely wait.
“Don’t stop. Gonna come,” she keened.
I ramped up my efforts until she yelled my name. I kept moving, driving my tongue into the centre of her now. Tasting her orgasm. Loving the feel of her response.
Then her hand grasped my hair, slowing me down before she dragged my face up.
“You have no idea how good that was. I have never, ever come so hard.” Her voice came faint, her breathing hard and her expression blissed out. Then she sat up and grinned. “Ready for what’s next?”
“I might die,” I mumbled, so turned on my words ran together. “That was so hot I can’t imagine anything topping it.”
“Undo your buckle. Take your jeans off.”
With a slow grin, I followed her command. Vaguely, I noted she didn’t ask me to take my shirt off. So I didn’t feel conscious of my scars? My heart hurt with the small kindness. I didn’t want to look down at myself and see…that. Not now.
No thinking…
I shed my jeans and boxers, and my cock snapped to attention, bobbing under the weight of anticipation. Beth licked her lips.
“Can I fuck you?” I asked. “I swear I’ll learn how to do that well, but I just want to go for it.”
“Exactly what I was going to suggest. Let’s take this to the couch.”
She tilted her head, and I gathered her gorgeous naked body in my arms and carried her across the room.
Then I lay her on her back and knelt between her legs, dipping to place a soft kiss on her mouth, the need to claim her almost derailing every other thought.
Then horror struck me. How could I have been so stupid?
“I don’t have a condom,” I uttered, panic swamping me.
Beth blinked, her eyes still hazy from her orgasm.
“I do. Well, one, in my bag in the car,” she said.
“But, do you know? I don’t think we actually need them.
You’ve never had sex before, and I’ve never had sex without using them, and I’m on the pill.
We’re going to be doing this for a couple of days straight, right? ”
Hell, yes. I nodded, dumbly, relieved to high heaven.
“And this isn’t a one-time thing?”
Her question froze me. I studied her eyes and, for the first time, saw vulnerability there. Beth wanted more, too. If I’d have been thinking and not just feeling, my heart might have shattered with the implication.
“Not for me. I want you,” I managed.
Beth gave a tiny, insecure nod like she felt the same.
She kissed me, her hand snaking down my body to find my cock. Then she lined me up against her.
“Then have me,” she whispered.
I pushed home. We both groaned.
Hot. Tight. Wet.
Mine.
Slowly, I inched forwards, the sensation almost too much to bear. My eyes closed of their own accord, and my biceps shook where I held myself taut, wanting to savour every second.
I rolled my hips and slid forwards farther.
Beth’s breath caught. “You’re big. Did I mention that?” she whispered.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. Just go slow. I’ll adjust.”
“I’ll go steady,” I promised and opened my eyes to her faint smile. All humour gone.
Suddenly, our roles reversed. I’d taken charge, and Beth waited on my move. I gave another long, experimental roll, gripping her raised knee. Stars burst behind my eyes, and I dropped my head down to her shoulder. “So good. You feel so good.”
Beth remained silent, her breathing short.
Then, as I thrust once more, nearly fully in, she gasped, arching into the move.
What I thought would be all-encompassing, being inside her for the first time became about her.
The tiny signs that this felt good. My need to pound into her eased, and I gave a series of gentle nudges, with each, laying a kiss on each side of her face, then her forehead.
Beth shuddered, and my cock swelled impossibly harder. With one last thrust, I was home, and we were skin to skin. Hot. Sweaty. So close.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
No way could I speak now, so I laid my lips on her and took her mouth, jacking my hips at the same time. Finding a rhythm.
Then I slid my hand under her backside and raised her towards me. With an increasing pace, I made love to the woman I adored.
“James,” she whimpered, and her breathing sped up. She put her hand between our bodies, between her legs, and her eyes rolled. “James, James, James.”
“Feel good?” I forced out the question.
“God, yes.”
Beth’s slick tightness gripped my cock, and a wildness suddenly hit me. I lost control, my hips pistoning and a groan erupting from me. Beth yelled and tightened then released around me.
The world lost all shape. Everything became Beth. The connection between us. Her demands that I fuck her harder and my body’s instant response. I dragged in breath after breath, hardly knowing how to when all I needed was her. My thrusts staggered, and my single-minded purpose became a race.
Beth dropped back, her body arched, and her long shout echoing in the room. “I’m coming,” she uttered.
Jesus. I was done.
My balls tightened, my whole body caught alight with energy. Sparks flew, and my head spun, the softness of her body under me the only thing I could feel.
I came, shouting in sheer wonder. Pouring into her. Wave after wave of pure sensation. The grip of her hands, the taste of her in my mouth. The feel of her around me. It all combined into the most spectacular orgasm.
Unimaginable. Utterly perfect. All for her.
With my head buried against Beth’s, I pulsed my last inside her.
I let a slow smile spread and lifted my head to gaze into her eyes, lost for words but sated, ecstatic with happiness.
Something flashed over her expression. Almost pain or maybe regret, but it was gone before I could be sure, and Beth’s mouth widened in a smile.
“You have no idea, but that was spectacular. Mind-blowing. Now, we just need to wait a little while and we’ll go again. There’s so much we’re going to try.”