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Authors: Marie Stewart
Breaking Josephine (11 page)
“Dex, it’s
beautiful,” I said, breaking my gaze away from the mansion to look up at him.
Dex looked down at
me and smiled. “I know. Everything my mother did was beautiful, beautiful and
private. She could have built a grand beach house that showcased its beauty as
you drove up the long driveway. But she didn’t. She saved the beauty for us and
the ocean, keeping it nestled back here, safe from the outside world between
the rocks, the sand, and the water.” He exhaled roughly, his breath catching in
his throat. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. He continued, “I loved her, and
when she died, a part of me died too. I never thought I’d be able to feel much
of anything for anyone after my parents died, but Jo,” he paused, squeezing my
hand in response, “I feel something with you, more than I’ve felt with anyone. I
don’t want to lose you.”
He looked at me
with that same ferocious intensity I’d seen on his face when he kissed me in
the forest, and I understood its source—his loss, his personal tragedy
and the fear of feeling a pain like that again if he opened himself up to feel.
“You won’t lose me, I promise,” I said, as I stood on my tip toes and reached
up to kiss him.
Before I realized
it, we were climbing another flight of stairs, Dex still holding me, still
kissing my exposed skin. The stairs curved and came to rest at a large landing
on the second floor. Dex paused, pushing me into the wall of the landing, using
it for support. I dropped my shoes and started to release and lower my legs and
he almost growled, grabbing the bare skin of my thighs and pulling my legs back
around his waist. He slid his hands up my thighs, under my dress, and felt my
bare skin. I was wearing a thong and the realization made him press into me
harder, his fingers digging into my firm muscles. I wanted him to take me right
there, on the landing, I wanted, needed, to feel him inside me. I reached down
and found the hem of his shirt, pushing my hands underneath till I felt the
firm, smooth skin of this back, his sides, his stomach. He groaned and leaned
into me. I felt on fire with every press of his body, every touch of his skin
on mine.
“Dex, I want you,
I need you, please,” I whispered into his ear. I’d never felt this level of
burning lust and passion before, never wanted someone the way I wanted him in
that moment. I’d had plenty of opportunities in Portland, but never felt the
need, the need that I desperately felt right then pressed between him and the
wall.
“Are you sure?”
Dex whispered in my ear.
“Yes. I’m sure,” I
said as I pressed my body into his. He lifted me up again, rounded the corner
and ascended another flight of stairs to the top floor. He carried me down the
dark hallway to the last door, pushed it open and set me down on an expansive
four poster bed. I laid back and looked up. A huge skylight opened the room to
the stars, casting an ethereal glow on the bed and its surroundings. Dex kicked
off his shoes and knelt over me on the bed, looking into my face.
“Jo, so are so
beautiful, I could spend all night kissing every inch of you and never be
bored.”
I laughed. “Well
then you better not waste any time—before you know it, it’ll be morning,”
I said, putting my foot on his chest to tease him.
Dex laughed, a
deep, throaty laugh as his hand circled around my ankle and he kissed my foot,
his tongue darting back and forth. I shivered involuntarily, his tongue sending
shock waves through my body. As he worked his way up my calf to my knee and up
my thigh, I grew nervous. Dex had enjoyed countless women, or at least the
tabloids claimed as much. Although I’d dated several boys after leaving
Overton, and had my fair share of sexual encounters, I’d never dated anyone long
enough to actually sleep with them, and I’d never had a one night stand. I
feared being a virgin could be a turn off for Dex and that was the last thing I
wanted—not when he made me feel like he did, even when all his clothes
were on. I hadn’t purposefully saved myself for anyone in particular, but doing
something just for the sake of doing it and losing a label wasn’t something I
was interested in. Losing my virginity wasn’t an item on a list to check off
for me, and before Dex, I hadn’t really understood what the fuss was about. But
I understood it now; my body reacted to him instinctively and I wanted nothing
more than to feel him, all of him, at that moment.
He stopped kissing
my thigh and looked at me. “Jo, what is it? You seem far away.”
I hesitated. He
put my leg down and waited. I looked past him and out to the stars twinkling in
the night sky.
“If you don’t want
to do this, do anything, we can stop. Jo, you’re in control here, you’re always
in control.” Dex said, stroking my thigh with his fingers. I looked at him, his
blue eyes shining with compassion and curiosity. I pulled myself up on my
elbows.
“I do want to,
Dex, honestly, I do, it’s just, um, well…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
His eyes narrowed
and I looked down in embarrassment. “Tell me, Jo, seriously, just tell me
what’s the matter.”
I finally just
blurted it out. “I’m a virgin.”
He laughed.
“See—that’s
why I didn’t want to tell you,” I said, pushing him away from me and sitting up
on the bed. “I knew once I told you, you’d lose interest in me, and I didn’t
want that to happen. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I crossed my arms in
front of me and looked at the wall.
“Is that really
what was bothering you? Not that you weren’t ready, but you thought I’d reject
you if I knew?” he said as he touched me gently on the shoulder.
“Yes,” I said,
arms still folded, refusing to look his way. He took my chin in his hand and
gently turned my face to look at him.
“Jo, do you know
how ridiculous you’re being? I’ve wanted you from the minute I saw you in the
next room, rifling through my desk when you broke in. I stood there, in the
doorway, watching you, fascinated and captivated. You’re so beautiful, with
your pale skin, and chestnut hair, and god, your body, Jo. Your legs are
amazing, and your ass, your breasts… I’ve wanted to feel you, feel myself
inside you since that first night we met. That you’re a virgin doesn’t change
anything for me. If anything, I’m honored you’d choose your first time to be
with me,” he said, gently stroking my cheek with his fingers.
I looked at him,
saw the sincerity in his eyes and knew he wasn’t kidding. His eyes still
smoldered, twin blue flames lighting his face with an intensity I’d never seen
in another person. I unfolded my arms and took his chiseled face in my hands,
kissing him full and deep on the lips. He kissed me back with a restrained
force, controlling his urgency. I pulled back and looked at him again.
“I want to do
this. I want to give myself to you Dex, tonight, right now. I’ve never been
more certain about anything in my life. If you still want me, I’m yours,” I
said.
He groaned and
kissed me hard, lips crashing into mine, tongue forcing my lips apart until he
pulled back and took my face in his hands. “God, Jo, you really don’t get it do
you? Of course I want you. I can barely control myself from ripping your
clothes off and taking you right now. But I won’t. I want you to enjoy this as
much as I do.” He kissed me again, pulling my face toward him, his fingers in
my hair. As we kissed, I let go of my worry and my fear and threw myself into
the moment.
I reached for his
shirt, and unbuttoned it, pulling it down and off his arms and throwing it on
the floor. I ran my hands up his hard stomach, his chest, over his shoulders. He
was all muscle, well-defined, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. His chest
was smooth and hair free and I broke away from his kiss to work my way down his
body, kissing his jaw, neck, chest and stomach. Dex found the zipper to my
dress and unzipped it slowly, gently pulling it off my shoulders. He tugged it
out from under me and threw it on the floor with his abandoned shirt, his eyes
devouring my nearly naked body. My nipples hardened in my nude lace bra and my
matching thong was wet with arousal and need. My breath came out in staggered
beats and the pearls I still wore nearly bounced off my chest with each breath.
I moved back on the bed, my head resting on piles of pillows as he crawled over
me, taking my nipple in his mouth, through my bra. I cried out in pleasure,
throwing my head back and closing my eyes. He pulled the strap down my shoulder
and off my arm, freeing my breast, and took my nipple again, gently sucking and
tracing circles around it with his tongue. My hands found his hair and I ran my
fingers through it, gripping his head with my hands.
He slid up higher,
kissing my neck and my earlobe, pushing my thighs apart with his body. I
reached down and undid the buttons on his jeans and as I did, I slid my hand
between the rough denim and the smooth cotton of his boxers. I slipped my hand
between the boxer fabric and found his cock, hard and pulsing. I grabbed it in
my hand and squeezed gently and he moaned and pressed into me. I let go,
pushing his jeans down around his hips. He pulled them off and threw them off
the bed. I pulled his boxers off too, and took him in my hands, feeling his
impressive size. Sensing my slight panic, I felt him smile and whisper in my
ear, “Don’t worry Jo, I’ll go slow. It might hurt, but I’ll be as gentle as you
need me to be. But first, it’s your turn.”
I looked at him,
with a question in my eyes but he just smiled as he trailed kisses down my neck
and unhooked my bra in the back. My other breast came free and he began kissing
it, circling my nipple with his lips and his tongue. I moaned in pleasure and
frustration, my hands roaming his body in unquenched need. He finally took my
nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. I cried out and rose to meet him. His hand
caressed my stomach and my side, sliding down my body to my thong. He slipped
his hand underneath the front of the lace and moaned as he felt my readiness. “God,
Jo, you’re so wet. I could probably take you right now.” He slipped a finger
inside me. “So tight. You feel amazing.” He flicked my nipple with his tongue and
pulsed his finger as I involuntarily rocked my hips into his hand and the
pleasure and pressure built inside me.
“Dex, please, I’m
going to come,” I cried as he pushed more firmly and massaged me harder. Then
he pulled out, yanked my thong off and took my clit full in his mouth, sucking
and fondling it with his tongue. I arched into him, rocking my hips with
abandon as his finger slid back inside. He licked my clit and massaged my
sensitive spot and I exploded in a firework of pleasure, crying out and
wrapping my fingers in his hair.
As the searing
bolts of pleasure faded, Dex kissed my nipple again, sending electrifying
pleasure and pain shooting through me all at once, my nipple extra sensitive to
his touch. He pressed more firmly and held me there till I stopped feeling the
pain and felt a building of pleasure once more. I wanted nothing more than to
feel him inside me at that moment, feel him completely.
“Dex I’m ready, I
need you, I want you, please,” I begged him.
“Are you sure?” He
said, releasing my nipple and looking at me through his black lashes.
“Dammit, yes I’m
sure,” I snapped as he laughed, pulling away from me. I heard foil ripping and
watched as he pulled a condom on his throbbing erection. He kneeled in front of
me, between my open waiting thighs and looked at me.
“Stop me if it’s
too much,” Dex said as he lowered himself on top of me.
I nodded, feeling
him entering me gently. I rose up, taking more of him inside me and I heard him
swear under his breath. He leaned into me, the pressure between my legs
building. I felt tightness and a slightly uncomfortable stretching, but no real
pain as he eased himself further inside. I grabbed his firm body with my hands
and pulled him toward me, rising into him and bringing him deeper. He looked at
me, searching my face for any hesitation as he thrusted, guiding himself
deeper, until he filled me completely and our bodies touched. “God Jo, you’re
amazing,” Dex said in a throaty whisper as his weight pressed on me and he
thrusted gently. I met him with my own rocking and I felt the pleasure building
once again in my body. His breathing became erratic as we rocked together in
rhythm with each other until I came, my muscles tightening around him. As my
muscles clenched, holding him inside me, he came, his body jerking
spasmodically. We stayed there for a moment, my hands holding him to me, as our
breathing slowed and we both relaxed.
He shifted his
weight and I felt him pull out slowly, holding the condom with one hand. He
slipped it off and tied it, his cock still thick and almost hard in his hand. He
kissed my stomach and walked into his bathroom. I heard the water turn on, but
Dex returned moments later, kissing my body with tender slow kisses. I sighed
and turned toward him, feeling warm and aglow under the starlight.
