He made her heart beat faster even knowing he would never hurt her. She had a feeling his kid gloves were off, though. Thank goodness. Cara was tougher than she looked, and she was more than his match. She came from a line of strong women who never feared anything. In fact, it was others who feared them.
“You’re not a virgin anymore.” Jericho pulled off his shirt, staring down into her eyes as he unbuttoned his jeans.
“No, I’m not.” Cara raised her chin, refusing to be embarrassed.
“I won’t be as easy on you as I was last night, even though I know you’re still sore.”
“I wanted you again last night. I still want you, Jericho.”
He had removed his jeans and stood in front of her completely naked, and Cara’s breath caught in her throat. He was glorious. His bronze skin was highlighted by the dim light, giving him a pagan appearance.
“I want you to know I don’t have any diseases, and I can’t get you pregnant. I had a vasectomy when I was nineteen.”
Cara guessed that this conversation was a protocol between mortals before having sex.
“I don’t have any diseases, either. Now, are we through talking?” She hid her sadness that Jericho had voluntary destroyed any chance he had of becoming a father.
Cara let Jericho lay her down on the sleeping bag after sliding her jeans down her shaking thighs. She couldn’t stop herself from trembling. The cave was cold and made goose bumps rise on her sensitized flesh, but Jericho did not let her feel the cold long. His body covered hers, his legs sliding intimately between hers, startling her as he immediately began making her ready for him.
His lips found hers in a kiss of exquisite fire that drew all thoughts of the cold from her. While his tongue thrust deeply as his fingers delved within her, his other hand burrowed into her hair, tilting her head back to give him better access to her mouth. When she couldn’t suppress her moans of want any longer, his lips found an already taut nipple, sucking it deep within his mouth before releasing it to bite her neck gently, leaving a red mark.
Cara was sure she couldn’t stand his teasing any longer and pulled at his hair until he gave her what she wanted by returning to her aching breast and sucking the nipple deeper into his wet mouth. Before turning to give the other breast the same treatment, he placed another small bite on its peak, forcing a rush of liquid to escape her cunt.
Her hand slid down his taut stomach, marveling at the strength his body displayed. She investigated every glorious muscle as she slid her hand down to grip a buttock, pulling his hips closer, needing him desperately inside of her.
Jericho knew she was ready for him. He removed his damp fingers from her tight sheath and placed his cock at her moist entrance. This time, he didn’t try to go slow, pumping his cock inside of her with hard, firm strokes, giving her little time to adjust.
Her moans of pleasure filled his mind as he pumped harder within her tight sheath. He looked down to see her biting her lip, so he leaned down and licked her lips until she started to hungrily return his kisses.
“I don’t think I can take anymore, Jericho.”
“Yes, you can.” He didn’t ask; he demanded. His strokes did not slow; instead, he raised her thighs until they gripped his side, tilting her hips upward at an angle to deepen his hard strokes even farther.
“Jericho.” Her voice had grown tight, hesitant.
“Are you my woman?”
Cara’s head thrashed back and forth on the sleeping bag, her stomach muscles tensing, her hands lifting to brace themselves on his slick chest. She realized he was breathing heavily while his features blazed with a savage, pagan beauty. He showed every sign of a man being tortured by desire. None of these signs had been present last night. He had been gentle, easing her into sex. Now the mask he always wore was removed, showing what he expected of a woman who could hold her own as his lover.
“Are you my woman?” he repeated.
Cara understood what he was asking of her—to trust him to know that he would not hurt her, for her to be what he needed. But would she accept him past her comfort zone?
“Yes,” Cara answered, her hand falling away to once again grip his buttocks and pull him closer.
“Then take all of me.” With those words, he stroked his cock even harder and farther into her channel.
Cara forced her tight muscles to relax and tilted her hips until she felt the full length of him sliding deep inside of her before he took control of her body, showing her how he enjoyed sex and what he expected of her if she was woman enough to give him what he needed. He liked it hard and deep. In return, he gave her the fuck of a lifetime, one she would remember with a smile and a drenched pussy.
Jericho played with her clit with his thumb until its exposed hood rested against his cock. With every movement, the friction caused a rush of wetness that allowed him to slide within her at an even faster pace.
Cara had always hoped sex would be great, but this went beyond greatness. It was a pleasure so intense she wasn’t sure she could stand it. The harder he pumped, the harder she wanted him.
The soreness in her pussy from last night left her tender, causing her to grip his cock tighter. She thought the small amount of pain would hinder her; instead, Cara was surprised at how it magnified her pleasure.
Jericho could not go fast enough to suit her, so she started grinding her hips upward, meeting his strokes with a forcefulness of her own.
A series of hard thrusts had Jericho groaning and Cara screaming as their orgasms reached a peak neither had felt before. Cara saw the brief glint of surprise in Jericho’s dark eyes before he lowered them. For all of Jericho’s tough talk, he still had ensured she had reached her peak before he had allowed himself to come.