“Fuck. That’s sexy as hell. I’ve been hoping for those words since the moment we met.”
Jayce lifted a hand and cradled my cheek. “Don’t be nervous, Bess.” His lips brushed mine in a feather soft caress. “I’m not going to move any faster than you’re ready for.”
I took him by the hand and led him upstairs, closing my door once we were inside. “It’s been a while,” I whispered, not completely telling the truth. The fact that I hadn’t ever had sex in a loving and passionate way didn’t deter me at all. I wanted to experience this. To know Jayce and explore what it was like to give myself freely.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, pulling me into his embrace. The soft pads of his fingers brushed along my neck and up over my face, tilting my head up as he dipped down to press his lips to mine. The result was an explosive kiss that seemed to be amplified by both of our emotions. Need burned deep inside my belly and I tugged on his leather as he slipped out of both his vest and his shirt.
Raw strength rippled beneath my fingertips as I explored his naked skin, leaning in to pepper kisses over the taut muscles and flesh. Jayce sucked in a ragged breath and reached for my hands, lifting them up before he removed my shirt and then my bra.
“Fuck. Those tits are perfection.”
His tongue flicked out and licked at my skin, sucking lightly before he nibbled on the peaks and drew them into his mouth. My back arched and I moaned, caught up in the sensations of pleasure that kept crashing over my body in little waves. Jayce reached for my jeans and unsnapped the top, tugging them down over my hips before he stood back and whistled.
“Damn, you’re perfection, little mama.”
Blushing, I helped him out of his pants too while admiring the impressive bulge he was hiding just out of view.
“Like what you see? It’s all for you,” he stated eagerly with a laugh. His underwear dropped to the ground while I did the same.
We both stood nude, gazing at one another with open hunger. Jayce moved in and claimed my mouth, his tongue thrusting inside, tangling with my own in a sultry dance before his teeth nipped at my bottom lip. One hand slid through my hair and held my head in place as he savagely deepened the kiss, taking what he wanted as I moaned and gripped his biceps.
If it was possible to melt into someone else, I think it would have happened. The connection we kept referring to was so tangible I could have reached out and touched it.
We ended up on the bed and Jayce kissed a pathway down my neck and over my jawline, pausing to stare into my eyes. “I need you, baby. I don’t think I can wait any longer to be inside you.”
“I feel the same way,” I assured him.
Resting between my thighs, his body grinded against mine and I felt his erection pressing against my leg. A part of me wanted to freak out and push him away but I wasn’t ruining what we were about to share. Jayce’s hand slid between my thighs and over my mound, dipping into the wetness that coated my pussy and proved I was ready for him. My hips moved all on their own and I knew he could sense that I wanted him with a desperation I could barely understand. A whine passed my lips as he touched my clit, pressing down with little circles on the nubbin.
Stroking his cock, he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
I was going to smile but then he pushed the crown of his dick inside me, coating the head with a couple of shallow strokes, and then thrust in hard all the way to the base. He let me adjust to his girth and the feeling of fullness before his hips began to pump slowly, gliding in and out as the passion between us spiked higher.
“Damn. You feel so good. Fucking amazing,” he growled increasing the pace.
“Oh, God,” I hissed as he hit a perfect spot inside me, and I could feel how wet I was becoming. “Jayce.”
“That’s it, sugar. You call my name as much as you want.”
I blinked, gripping his arms as he thrust hard and deep. My entire body was caught up in a series of sensations that were new and pleasurable, so wonderful that tears filled my eyes and I blinked them back. Jayce pulled out and flipped me over, gripping my ass as he plunged in again.
r /> A few curses left his lips. “Jesus. You’re so tight. Perfect, my Bess.”
His Bess.
I nearly choked on the emotion those words conjured. No one had ever claimed me with such need, desire, and lust as he did. Took me a second to realize he wasn’t moving.
“Why did you stop?”
“I’m staring at your ass,” he admitted, giving one cheek a light slap.
“What?” I screeched, feeling self-conscious.
He gripped my hips tight when I tried to move. “Hold on, sexy. Maybe the men you’ve met before me weren’t as open and honest. I’ll tell you anything you want to know when it comes to fucking and my cock in your tight pussy.”
Squirming, I could swear every inch of me from head to toe was blushing.
“First, a man likes a little jiggle. We don’t mind if your ass wiggles when we’re pounding you from behind. It’s sexy as hell. Most of us like to play around with that puckered hole too and have an urge to fuck that tight place almost as much as your pussy. It’s a dominance thing I’d wager. Got to fuck you in every hole we can. Possession and ownership, baby.”