CHAPTER 14
Isabella
Iwatched, mesmerized, as Jimmy took a condom out of his back pocket, ripped it open with his teeth, took himself in his hand, and slid the condom onto his jutting erection. He looked so powerful as he did it. His arms, which I’d been so impressed with when he handled the rope on his boat, were even more impressive now that he was handling himself.
I’d been doing my best to concentrate on everything around me and truly be in the moment. Even the tiniest details. The callouses on his palms that scraped against my hips as he held me in place. The way his pupils grew larger the more aroused he got. The way he breathed while he kissed me, on both my lips.
But that was before we’d gotten to the big show. Now that this was really about to happen, all my focus was shot. When he moved back between my legs, I wasn’t even sure if I could form words.
“If you want me to stop, just say the word.” His deep voice vibrated through me.
I nodded and shut my eyes, trying to lose myself, once again, in the experience. When I felt pressure against the opening of my sex I sucked in a breath and braced myself for the impact. Literally. My hands fisted in the blanket beside me.
“Darlin’?”
I opened my eyes and found Jimmy staring down at me. His brown eyes filled with affection. His gaze warmed me from the inside out.
“Yeah?” I breathed.
His lopsided grin made an appearance and my insides turned to mush. My sex tingled from the sight. There was just something about the way he looked at me that made my entire body tingle. It cut through all the nerves I was experiencing. All he had to do was look at me, and he was all that existed.
“This is supposed to be fun,” his smile widened.
“Right.” I let out a small chuckle.
He shifted, lifting his hips, the next thing I knew his hand had replaced his dick where it had just been pressed against me. His fingers ran up and down my seam as he pressed tender kisses to my neck. I loved the way it felt when he touched me. His fingers and mouth were magic.
The night on the Ferris wheel, when he’d slid his hands beneath my panties, I’d never felt anything like it. His calloused fingertips had my nerve endings crackling like a lit firecracker. It was only a matter of seconds before I exploded then, and I feared now would be more of the same.
“I love how wet you get for me.” He whispered against my neck as he continued his erotic massage at the apex of my legs.
I wanted to ask him if that was normal. I wanted to find out if feeling this much, this intensely, was something that always happened with anyone he was with, but I didn’t think this was the time. I needed to get out of my head, not analyze things further.
As his ministrations heated up, so did his open mouth kisses. His tongue slid along the slope of my neck as he sucked my tender skin.
A whirlwind of sensation began to swirl low in my belly as tiny shocks of pleasure exploded in my core. Just when I thought I was going to go up and over the edge, I felt my inner walls stretch to their limit as he entered me in one slow, forceful thrust.
There was a slight sting from the intrusion, but it almost added to the pleasure that was building there. I gasped at the same moment he stilled, and I felt his forehead rest against mine.
“Damn, woman, you’ve got me feeling like it’s my first time,” he gritted out.
I opened my eyes, my stomach dropping, thinking that he must be saying that because I was so much less experienced than the other women he’d been with. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you apologizin’ for?”
“I don’t know, I just thought…”
His hand cupped my jaw and the pad of his thumb brushed across my lip. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I wish I could tell you that this was going to last, but I’m pretty sure the second I move, I’m going to get off. I’m sorry. I’m usually much better at this.”
I smiled, feeling a little better that I wasn’t the only one feeling a little out of their element. “Well, I wouldn’t know the difference.”
He grinned and lowered down until his lips pressed against mine. The moment the kiss began, I lost myself in it completely. His tongue slid into my mouth and I accepted it with enthusiasm, tilting my head to the side to give him even better access. He took full advantage and explored my mouth like it was the sea and he was Jacques Cousteau.
My hands moved to his shoulders and I held on. His skin was hot to the touch, adding to the intensity of sensation. I’d heard of skin-to-skin contact with mothers and their babies as a way to bond, but I’d never thought of it in this context as a bonding experience. But it was. The tactile quality of the contact elevated the intimacy.
I wasn’t sure of the exact moment that his lower body started to move. It happened so gradually that I only grew aware of it as my hips began to move independently of my mind. My senses were on overload and there was no room in my brain to make any sort of conscious decision. All I could do was go with my instincts and enjoy the ride.
I did my best to take it all in. The way his fingers dug into my hips. The way his erection was growing inside of me. With every pump, I felt him stretch me tighter, and I loved it.