Enamor (Hearts of Stone #3) (32 page)

He puts a finger under my chin, pulling my head up for another mind-numbing kiss. Then he says, "Get in my bed, woman."

His words, the way he says them, douse my skin. But before I yield to his command, I lower my jeans, slowly. I'm confident his eyes are glued on my movement as I unveil the pair of pink panties I know showcase my butt in a flattering way. I feel sexy and powerful and for a moment, I forget I'm the inexperienced one, as I crawl onto his bed like the creature he's so sweetly nicknamed me. And when I sit on my heels and look at him, his eyes are hooded and one of his hands sits over the tent in his boxers.

His eyes roam helplessly over my body, my breasts, the center of my thighs. But instead of climbing on the bed like I expect, he crooks a finger at me and I oblige. I move toward him on my knees as he drops his underwear to reveal his full-blown erection for the first time. I stare, my breathing lagging behind even while my heartbeat picks up a notch.
 

"I want you to feel safe," he says. "I need you to tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable."

His words and the deeply genuine way he says them take me off guard and I swallow back the lump in my throat. I'm overcome with the certainty that this…this is the right decision. I never thought I'd feel this powerful giving myself to a man again.
 

He reaches into his bedside drawer and he pulls out a white picture frame. Takes me a second to recognize it as the one I left there as a prank, with the condom taped to it and the note:
Break glass in the unlikely event you get laid tonight.
 

"It's the only one I've got," he says, with a small grin.

He makes a motion to slam the glass on the far edge of the nightstand, over his trash bin, but my hand closes over his arm to stop him.

"You told me a while ago you haven't been with anyone since the last time you were tested. Is that still true?"
 

"It is."

"Same for me," I say.
 

The confusion in his eyes yields slowly to a greedy expression as he realizes what I'm asking. But he shakes his head. "We should still use one. I'm assuming you're not on birth control."

"I am," I say. "I've got a chip in my arm."

If possible, a greedier expression flashes past his eyes. He chews on his bottom lip, something I've never seen him do before. His breathing is deep and slow and he takes a minute to ask, "Are you sure about this?"

I've never felt safer and nothing has ever felt more right. I want this to be different from my first time, in every way possible. I take the frame from his hand and set it back on the nightstand. "I'm absolutely sure."

It's hard to ignore that his erection has grown fiercer in the course of our conversation and he has that dangerous look in his eyes. He unhooks my bra and throws it aside.

"Lie back for me," he says. "I want to look at every inch of your gorgeous body."

I do as he says. My hands rest automatically behind my head as I settle back on the mattress. I'm tantalized by the way he looks down at my bare breasts, his gaze is like a caress all on its own. I've never enjoyed a man's eyes on me the way I enjoy his. I've never felt more comfortable in my own skin than I do right now.
 

"God, you're stunning. Do you know that?"

I can't speak, but I don't have to. He lowers himself over me, slowly, hands moving over my hips to pull the flimsy pink fabric over my hipbones and down my legs, stroking my skin as he does so. He comes back up over me, propping himself on his forearms, arms hooking under mine.

He kisses me. First on my forehead, my cheek, my nose, then the corner of my lips. Gaze locking with mine, he settles between my parted legs, positioning himself right over my entrance. My heart thunders in my chest as the tip of his erection brushes against me.
 

"I want this to be what you remember when you think about your first time," he whispers, pressing slowly inside.

CHAPTER FORTY

Giles

H
ER
LIPS
PART
AND
her eyebrows raise a fraction when I press the tip of my cock into her and lower my mouth over hers, hovering there. She moans out as I push further in, slowly. I bite back a long groan. I've never had sex without a condom before and I'm not prepared for the searing heat that envelops me. She feels like a dream. Her hot muscles clench around me, so tightly they're almost resisting, almost pushing me backward.
 

"Goddamn," I whisper, resisting the urge to drive myself all the way inside, all at once.
 

I have an intense craving to feel her wrapped around my entire length this tight. But I'm worried it might be too much. She clearly needs a moment to adjust to me. So, I slide in slowly, listening as her breathing turns into small groans of acceptance until I'm almost all the way in.
 

She looks beautiful lying there, eyes shut, biting her lower lip. Vulnerable in a way I've never seen. It makes me want to do things in ways I never have, to give her everything she didn't have before.
 

"Are you okay?"

When she nods, I pull back and push inside again in a half-thrust. "You like that?"

"Yes."

"How about this?" I ask, offering two shallow pumps. She moans, then wraps her legs around my waist and pulls my lower body into hers, forcing me the rest of the way in.

I take her lead and begin a rhythmic pulsing as her hands move over my biceps and the sounds trailing from her throat encourage me further.
 

"
Oh God
…" she breathes out, eyes shutting tight.

Every time I push inside, her walls squeeze back on my head and all the way down my shaft, and each time I want to curse under my breath because it feels so damn good. 

I wanted this to last as long as possible, I wanted to bend her body every way I could and glimpse her from all sorts of different angles. But I'm already hanging on by a thread. After months of not having sex, she is a nirvana too intense to ride for long. I know now, I need to focus all my energy on making her come before I make the mistake of robbing her of the chance.

"I want to see the look in your eyes when I'm fucking you," I say. "You feel how hard I am for you?"

Her lids flutter open and her brown eyes latch onto mine. "Yes," she whispers, a haze floating across her features.
 

"You can be as loud as you want," I tell her. "No one can hear us over the music. I want you screaming, you hear me?"

She groans and I can feel my words making her even wetter, my thrusts finding more and more lubrication. This steady, slow rhythm is the most incredible sort of tease and I can't believe how much I enjoy it. It's not easy for me to go slow. I've never been a patient lover and I've never been romantic about sex. But tonight, I'm determined to ease her into it, make her as comfortable as possible, and show her what great sex is supposed to be like.
 

Except she's the one showing me. Because I've never had this kind of sex before. Sex where I could feel every part of the woman around every inch of me. Sex where I cared more about pleasing her than getting myself off.

Holding off on my own ending to give her one is somehow the most erotic thing I've ever experienced, being on the edge and staying there. My hips grind into her body, eliciting delicious little noises from her with each thrust. Without slowing, I bring a hand between us and rub her clit, rougher strokes than I'd dare do with my dick just now.
 

"You're so wet," I say. "It's all over your thighs."
 

She whimpers in response, hips tilting toward me. Her face unmasks to reveal every nuance of pleasure I deliver. Watching her drives me closer to the edge, hearing her makes me feel like I'll plummet over at any moment.

I jut my hips against her faster, watching her expression for any signs of discomfort. But she's crooning out her encouragement with a deliciously tortured look on her face. I'm harder than an iron rod and it feels so good it's almost painful, but I think she's grown accustomed to me, though she's still so incredibly tight that I'm forcing her to spread open with each inward thrust. 

"This—" I pulse into her in a cruel stroke, testing her threshold and finding she's wet enough to allow us to slide together perfectly despite how insanely tight she's gripping me. She cries out and I do it again. "This is just for me, isn't it?"

"Yes," she breathes out.

"No one else has ever been inside you like this, have they?"

"Just you."

"How's it feel?"

I don't slow down and for a second, she's too busy panting to respond. But then, in a weak voice she says, "
So…good
."

I bite back the grin threatening to reveal how cocky she's making me. I press my chest closer to her breasts and lay my face right beside hers. My lips to her ear.
 

"I'm your first," I tell her. "Remember this. Remember the ways I own your body. Remember how deep I reach you. Remember how incredible it feels."

Her fingers dig into the muscles of my back and her voice is a hoarse whisper. "
Yes…yes…
"

"You're taking it so good, baby. You must really want it."

"
I want it…I want it…don't stop
," she pleads between moans.

And that? Fuck. That just about ends everything.
 

"Like this?" I ask. My thrusts are long and rough, pushing all the way in until our bodies bump at the end. Her breathing grows into whimpers with every upward stroke, as I create friction on her clit. She's close. But I might be closer and am growing desperate as I try to hang on.

"Let me feel you coming around my cock," I beg. "Come on. Come for me nice and hard."

She releases a long, wild moan, hips thrusting up, muscles clenching around me so suddenly that I groan out, too. I come right then, pumping uncontrollably as her body writhes beneath me.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Julia

I
THOUGHT
I
KNEW
what an orgasm felt like, but all those times I've made myself come with my fingers were just a small taste of reality. Euphoria rushes through my body, sweeping me away for a hundred miles, sending me spinning and spinning, and all I can do is allow the overwhelming sensations to crash over me, my throat ringing with my cries of pleasure.