Chapter 32
“I know you’re inexperienced, but you can’t say things like that to me, Jazmina.”
She swallows hard. Then, in an unconscious provocation, she moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Why not? Did you change your mind about marrying me?” she asks, looking at me, confused.
“You have no idea how your innocence drives me insane. It’s not because I gave up on marrying you that I said you can’t say things like that. It’s because I’m dying to touch you. Do you remember what I told you in the elevator?”
She nods.
I pull our bodies together. She trembles against me, reacting with feverish intensity.
“I’m going to teach you everything,” I whisper in her ear.
“Are we . . . um . . . having a lesson today?”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“You’re right, but I think you know what I need. What can make this heat I’m feeling all over my body go away, my fiancé?”
I study her carefully to see if I’m reading this right. My hunger for her is so intense that I’m afraid of scaring her, but there’s no fear on her face, only desire.
I scoop her up and carry her to the couch. Taking her to a bedroom would be a mistake. This girl messes with me too much.
I trust my self-control, but I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want her. And now that we’re officially engaged, it’s like the brakes that had been holding me back since that night on Vicenzzo’s yacht are completely gone.
The skirt she’s wearing is tight, which is a good thing, because I seat her sideways. Having her virgin little pussy grinding against my hard cock would be too much temptation.
She surprises me by taking the initiative and kissing me this time. Just like in the elevator, she seems lost in her own desire.
Anxious.
Fucking delicious.
After a few seconds, she pulls back, breathless. Her eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Taken the initiative to kiss me?”
“Yes.”
I run my thumb over her lower lip. “You should do anything you feel like doing, princess. I promised to teach you, but I like to talk—and listen.”
“Listen to what?”
“To what you’re feeling. What you want. When you’re naked for me and I spread your thighs and lick your pussy, I want to hear you asking for more.”
A faint pink blush on her cheeks tells me she’s embarrassed, but I’d bet she loves my rawness. It’s like she already knows she belongs to me, like she’s ready to receive everything I have to give.
“I’m going to ask for more?” she asks, staring down at her lap.
I grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look at me. I pull her face close and run my tongue over her full lips. “Open your mouth, Jazmina.”
She obeys, and I slide my tongue inside. Not like during a kiss, but slowly, licking every corner of her mouth.
She moans.
“That’s it, beautiful. That’s how I’m going to lick your virgin little pussy.”
“Ahhhh . . .”
“What are you feeling?”
“I don’t know if I should say.”
“You’re going to tell me everything.”
“My body hurts, like it needs to be touched by your hands. I don’t know exactly what I want, but I know I want something only you can give me.”
I let my thumb glide over the front of her silk blouse, where the hard tips of her breasts push against the fabric. “Is this where it hurts?”
She nods.
I lower my head and lightly bite the taut peak.
She moans and doesn’t stop me. Instead, she grips my hair, not letting me pull away.
“Straddle me,” I command.
Fuck caution. I need at least a taste of her. Nothing more than she can handle right now, but I want to see her come.
She doesn’t move.
“You don’t want me to touch you?”
“I don’t know what we’re doing.”
“I’m going to end the agony you’re feeling. Because I know you are, princess. If I lifted your skirt and slipped my hand into your panties, I bet you’d be soaked.”
Jazmina doesn’t deny it. “I’m not taking my clothes off.”
God, this girl is going to kill me. She’s a delicious mix of modesty and raw desire.
I turn her to face me, making her spread her legs, never taking my eyes off hers, watching closely to see if she’ll tell me to stop.
Her skirt rides up almost to her hips, but her panties are still hidden. I grip her hips, fitting her on top of me, and when her sensitive sex presses down against the hard length of my cock, her moan nearly makes me come.
Without me asking, she braces herself on my shoulders and starts moving. She’s virgin, innocent, but this is a dance bodies have known how to perform since the beginning of time.
I lean my head back against the couch, closing my eyes, using every ounce of willpower not to tear her lingerie and touch her hard clit.
I tighten my grip on her hips, imagining doing the same when she’s riding me naked.
She lets out a longer moan.
“Feels good?”
“Ahhhh . . . I’m going to want this every day,” she begs.
“You think I’m only going to touch you like this, my princess?”
My grip grows rougher now, and I know she’ll probably wake up tomorrow with bruises on her hips. I’d give an arm to see that—Jazmina marked by my hands on her silky skin.
“Answer me. Do you think this is the only way I’ll touch you?”
“I don’t know.”
I hike her skirt higher, and now I see the shadow of white panties. “I’m going to do this every day, gorgeous, but it’ll be with you naked. You’ll ride me. Sink down on my cock while I suck on your little tits.”
I move her body up and down in a clear simulation of the act, and her head falls back. Her moans blend into whispered pleas, though I’m sure she has no idea what she’s asking for.
I slide my hand between our bodies and clench my jaw when I feel her lingerie soaked.
Her hand covers mine. “We shouldn’t.”
“I want you to come. Trust me.”
She lets go, and I move my middle finger. I part her folds, the fabric acting as a barrier, but I can still feel the hardness of her pleasure point.
“Rodrick . . .”
“That’s it. Say my name, princess.” I suck her nipple through the blouse while my finger works her pussy.
Her breathless moans are exquisite torture.
“You’re delicious, Jazmina.”
She braces herself on my shoulders and starts grinding against my hand, but I stop her and make her sit back down on my cock.
“Come here, beautiful. This way it’ll feel even better. Move back and forth. Rub that wet pussy on me. Imagine our bodies touching without any barrier. You covering me with your honey.”
The image plays in my mind like a movie. I’ve never been this turned on.
Her heavy breathing and glassy eyes tell me she’s close, so I attack her sweet, receptive mouth again.
“Harder, Rodrick.”
Fuck!
I run my hand over her ass. The panties are tiny and buried deep. I slide a finger lightly between her cheeks and it’s enough to push her over the edge.
I hold her while she trembles against me.
Unsteady. Passionate. Mine.
She collapses on top of me. The force of what I believe was her first orgasm sends her into a deep sleep.
I lie back on the couch and pull her onto my chest. I’m not one for cuddling or physical contact outside of sex, but this is the second time she’s fallen asleep in my arms, and I can’t bring myself to let her go.
Her scent. Her softness. Curves that feel like they were made to fit against my muscles. How is it possible that, even without having sex, I feel more intimacy with her than with every woman I’ve ever fucked?
The path that brought us here was twisted. I didn’t plan to get involved with Jazmina because, to be honest, I like her. I think she deserves someone better, even though ours will be a marriage where, at some point, we’ll set an expiration date so she can live the free life she dreams of.
Still, I admit that from the first moment I saw her, we were already engaged in a kind of foreplay. A game. A dance. Because there’s no denying the overwhelming attraction between us.
So for now, I’ll forget my sins and how I destroyed the life of the man I should have honored. I’ll allow myself the happiness—however temporary—of possessing my princess.
It’s more than I deserve. Far more than I ever expected.