Even with her eyes closed, his presence was obvious. Ignoring the sound of the condom package ripping open, she tried to think only of how much her body craved release.
This was no time for virgin nerves. It was time to go for this, to embrace everything Jack had to give her.
She stroked furiously, working in wider and wider circles until he said, “Put your fingers in your cunt. Feel yourself. Find that place that feels good.”
She slid her finger in, then another, biting back the urge to cry out. All of it felt good—mind-blowingly good.
“Pump your fingers in and out. Hit that spot and don’t stop unless you get too close.”
She was already close. She started to pump her fingers, this time imagining it was him thrusting in and out of her. It was so much feeling, but still not enough to make her forget her audience. Above all she wanted to please him, so that he would end the anticipation and take her for real. She cupped her breast with her other hand and massaged it, letting the moan rising inside of her escape her lips, hoping the sound would turn him on.
God, she was so wet that she didn’t even fear his monster cock. She was ready, so completely ready. She spread her legs wider, silently inviting him in, letting the maelstrom of sensation build.
“Are you going to come, Eva?” he asked.
She knew she couldn’t stop now. She nodded.
His voice was hard. “Don’t, or there will be consequences.”
This was already punishment of the worst kind. With a whimper, she willed her hand to slow and tried to force unsexy images into her head. But it was so hard.
Maybe she’d already gone past the brink. Maybe this was inevitable. All she knew was that she was beyond words, nearly beyond thought.
Silently she entreated him with her eyes to put her out of this sweet, maddening misery. She found herself mouthing the word please…
“I told you not to speak,” he growled.
She hadn’t realized she’d said it out loud. Before she could apologize, Jack was between her legs.
With one swift movement, he slipped his hands under her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed. There, he fisted his hands in her hair and crushed his mouth against hers.
“You need to learn self-control,” he said, his breath coming fast against her lips. “We’ll work on that more. As soon as I make you come on my cock.”
She felt his blunt head at her entrance, spreading apart her lips, and could hardly manage a breath before he drove himself fully into her.
The fusion of pleasure and pain ripped through her as he stretched her insides. She cried out, unable to keep silent any longer.
He held her at the edge of the bed, his cock deep within her, frozen for what seemed like forever, until the pain ebbed and a strange realization overtook her.
This was where she’d always wanted him to be, needed him to be. As much as it hurt, it also felt completely and utterly right.
She looked up at him, surprised to see something on his face other than the raw power he usually exuded. But his expression was uncertain, maybe even…worried.
“Eva,” he murmured. “Are you a virgin?”
She looked between them, at his shaft driven to the hilt within her, and nodded slightly, her face heating.
“You may speak now,” he said.
She sucked in a breath. “Yes. I am. I was, I mean.”
If he was dismayed or overjoyed by the fact, he didn’t let on. He simply moved her gently back on the bed, holding her hips with one hand so that they remained joined. When they were face to face, with his forearms resting on either side of her pillow, he kissed her softly, stealing her breath. After his aloof routine, she hadn’t expected anything quite so tender.
He started to pull out, slowly, with much more gentleness than he’d driven inside her. “Does that hurt?”
Yes, but that hardly seemed to matter now. She shook her head.
His voice was soft, the anger gone. “Can I move? Slowly? Like this.” He glided back inside, sending fresh pleasure washing over the pain.