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She reached behind her to unhook her bra, and it occurred to him that he should be undressing her, but he couldn’t move. He was spell-bound, watching her, waiting.

She licked her lips as she let the bra fall to the floor.

“Jesus,” he whispered. For a little girl, she wasn’t small everywhere. Her tits were full and round with ripe, rosy nipples that were just begging for his attention. “You’re…” There were no words. She was every man’s living, breathing fantasy. “Incredible.”

His words seemed to bolster her confidence as she hooked her thumbs in the strings of her panties and slid them over her hips.

He closed his eyes when he saw that she was smooth and glistening. He wanted to make this last, but he didn’t know how he was going to prolong this when his little vixen seemed hell bent on sending him over the edge in record time.

“Spread your legs, angel.” He closed his eyes. Watching her come would just tempt his raging inner beast. He couldn’t be rough with her, not tonight. She needed tenderness, which meant he had to call on every ounce of self-control he possessed to harness his craving for her.

She complied as she reached for his hand. “I need you to touch me, please.”

He inched forward on the bed, reveling in the sweet scent of her skin. She smelled like raspberries, and it fuelled his urge to lick her. He grabbed her tight ass, drawing her closer as he inhaled deeply. God, she was as aroused as he was. He could smell it, hanging heavy in the air between them. Now he needed to taste it. He leaned back on the bed, pulling her forward. “Come here, straddle me.”

She looked shy and confused all of a sudden. “Um…”

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t question me tonight, just trust me.”

She smiled. “You know I trust you, Jake.”

He did know that. It was the foundation of their relationship: trust, respect, adoration, and now something much more sensual. He guided her up, past his shoulders. He wanted to show her what she’d been missing for so long. His ego wanted her to believe that he’d been worth the wait. “Hold on to the headboard, and just let go, baby. Don’t think; just feel what I’m doing to you.”

“But, I…”

“Sssh.” As soon as he brushed his tongue against her clit, she cried out, bucking against him.

One taste and he was absorbed in her, the scent of her body, the feel of her on his lips, the soft mewling sounds she made deep in her throat as he stroked her with his tongue. His world began and ended with her pleasure.

“Ohmigod… oh… Jake… that feels amazing.”

He was as lost as she was. Gripping her hips, he held her steady when she had the urge to pull away. There was no way he would let her escape. Gliding his tongue up and down her slit, her growing arousal served to fuel his fire. He was quickly losing his tenuous grip on control as he felt her scaling that unseen peak, desperate to grasp her release.

“Oh, I… right there, oh God, right there, don’t stop.”

He was circling his tongue around and around her clit, focusing all of his attention on helping her reach the apex that he knew would send her soaring. 

“Ohhhh, I’m gonna come.”

She tried pulling away, but he held her securely, forcing her to ride out her body’s reaction to the aftershock. Finally, he released her. He pulled her down on top of him, holding her tight as he stroked her back, kissing her ear. “You okay, baby?”

“Hmmm, I’m better than okay.” She buried her face in the crook of his neck. “That was amazing.”

He grinned, satisfied that he’d achieved his objective for round one. One mind-numbing orgasm and they still had the rest of the night ahead of them. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so eager to engage in foreplay. “Do you need to go home tonight, angel?”

She shook her head. “Craig’s working the night shift, so I told my parents I was spending the night with Ava. I hate having to lie and sneak around. I’m a grown woman for Heaven’s sake!”

He knew she was right, but if their families knew the truth, they would be planning the wedding before either of them got a vote. “I’ll pull your car into the garage later.” Brant was a small town, and he didn’t want his nosy neighbors gossiping about Jess.

She kissed his chest. “That’s sweet; you trying to protect my reputation?” She giggled. “I’m sure my future hubby will appreciate it.”

His grip tightened. He didn’t see the humor in that. The thought of Jessica with a husband made him want to gag. Dinner at the Carltons’ had been a part of his weekly routine for as long as he could remember. The thought of Jess sitting across from him at the dinner table, with another man at her side, especially after they’d been intimate, was too disturbing to contemplate. How would he keep his rage and jealousy in check?

“Hey, you okay?” she asked, gripping his biceps. “You seem tense all of a sudden.”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, realizing he sounded brusque. “I’m good.”

She rolled off of him as she glided her hand down his chest, over his abdomen. “I bet I could make you feel a whole lot better.” She took his cock in her hand, a mischievous glint in her eye.

He closed his eyes as his breath escaped in a hiss through clenched teeth. “Jesus…”

She placed feather-light kisses on his chest and stomach. “Hmm, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she whispered, positioning herself between his legs.

He forced his eyes open and immediately wished he hadn’t. The sight of her licking the pre-cum off the tip of his shaft was almost his undoing. He fisted the sheets in his hands, trying to think about anything other than the pleasure she was bestowing with her sweet mouth. She hadn’t yet taken him down her throat, she was too busy licking… kissing… stroking.

“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling his stomach muscles clench. He didn’t know how the hell he was going to survive this night.

She slowly slid his cock into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch, as she continued to swirl her tongue over it. Moaning deep in her throat, she began sucking him slowly, thoroughly, then harder and faster as her hand slid up and down the base of his wet shaft.

“Goddammit…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He was already breathless. “I need your pussy, now.”

She moaned, grinding her tits into his thighs as she worked his cock over like it was her favorite flavor of decadent ice cream. She pulled back, looking him in the eye as she continued to flick her tongue over the tip of his shaft. “Hmm, I love sucking your cock. I love the taste, the way you feel in my mouth.” She licked her swollen lips, her bright blue eyes heavy with arousal.

She may be inexperienced, but she was built for sex. “You gotta stop now, baby. I don’t want to come in your mouth the first time.”

She pouted prettily, her hand never leaving his cock. “But I want you to,” she whispered, gliding her tongue over her bottom lip.

If he wasn’t careful, she was going to get her wish. “Grab a condom.” He inclined his head toward the nightstand.

She grinned as she sat up. “Since you put it that way…” She snagged a foil packet from the open box in the drawer. After ripping it open with her teeth, she said, “You sure you trust me to do this?”

He chuckled. “You’re a smart girl. You can figure it out.” He watched her roll the condom over his cock as she bit her bottom lip, concentrating on the task at hand. She looked utterly adorable. He was so infatuated with this girl. How had it taken him this long to realize it?

“I want you flat on your back,” he said quietly, gauging her reaction. “I’m not going to sugar-coat this for you, baby. It’s gonna hurt at first, and I want to make sure I take my time, go real slow.”

She smiled as she stroked her hand down his chest. “That’s why I waited for you, why I wanted you to be my first. I knew no one would take care of me the way you would.”

He realized another man would soon be earning this privilege, and the insight shot through him like a dagger. Jess was
his
. She was in love with
him
, but for how much longer? Once they’d made love, and the mystique of sex was gone, she’d be more willing to share herself with someone else.

He watched her claim the spot beside him on the bed and he realized that’s where she belonged, in
his
bed. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered, stroking her hair. Coming down on top of her, he claimed her mouth, pouring everything he couldn’t say into that kiss. It was a wet, erotic, possessive mating of tongues. He was thorough, exploring her fully, before finally allowing her to steal a breath.

“Wow,” she said, panting. “That was some kiss.”

He wanted everything about this night to be unforgettable for her. He knew he should hate himself for being so selfish, but he didn’t care. The day would come when she’d find the man of her dreams and he wanted her to compare her husband to him as a lover and find her spouse sorely lacking. That way, he would know that a piece of her would always belong to him.

 “Keep kissing me,” he whispered, knowing he could distract her from the momentary rush of pain when he broke that unseen barrier. He would die before he hurt her, but this was a necessary evil.

He reached between their bodies as he continued to stroke her with his tongue. She was wet, dripping wet for him. That would make it easier for both of them. He wasn’t just kissing her, he was making love to her with his mouth, and it was one of the most sensual kisses he’d ever experienced. God help him, he was falling deeper with every passing second.

She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist as he eased his cock into her impossibly tight channel.

It took him back to his high school days when every other girl he slept with was a virgin, but this wasn’t just any girl. She was
his
, and the thought of causing her pain was unthinkable to him. Finally, he managed to bridge the gap between them as she granted him access. He held still as he continued to kiss her.

She pushed against his shoulders, tearing her mouth from his as she gasped into his neck.

“You okay, angel?” 

“Yeah… it’s just…”

“I know,” he said, kissing her cheek before drawing her earlobe between his teeth. “It’s okay, we’re gonna take this nice and slow…” He almost said tonight, until he remembered that this was supposed to be a one-time deal. Continuing a sexual relationship when he knew she wanted more wouldn’t be fair. But how could he resist her when the memory of sinking into her sweet body would always lurk in the back of his mind?

She moaned, nipping his shoulder as he slowly eased out, and then back in again.

He couldn’t start thrusting at a steady pace until he knew she was ready. Clenching his teeth, he fought his body’s natural impulse to take over, but he knew if he surrendered, he’d be slamming into her with wild abandon and she wouldn’t be able to walk by tomorrow. “Fuck…” he hissed, bracing his forearm on the bed as he bent to lick her nipple.

“Oh yes,” she sighed, lifting her shoulders off the bed. “I love that.”

Her nipples were so sensitive. Within minutes she was grinding into him, rolling her hips, and digging her nails into his back. “Jake, I… oh… fuck me harder.”

He continued to lavish attention on her nipples, pulling hard, nibbling, sucking, licking, and finally blowing on them as he ensured the thrust of his cock hit her at just the right angle to rub her clit with each lunge. He was careful not to increase his intensity, despite her raw pleas.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come… please…” She cried out his name as her pussy throbbed around his cock.

He remained still, unable to move as her body held him captive. He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, his jaw, and what seemed like every muscle in his body as he felt her bathe his cock in her juices. “Fuck.”

It was so intense. She was so tight, and she fit him like a snug, pulsating sheath, unwittingly milking his cock as she surrendered to the spasms rocking her body. “Jake, I… oh… my… God… I… love… you... so… much.”

He kissed her neck, unable to respond. There was no doubt in his mind he loved this woman, he had forever, but he didn’t know whether he was
in love
with her. He feared he may be thinking with the wrong head tonight, and he refused to allow her to pay for his mistake.

After licking a path up and down her neck, he drew the delicate flesh into his mouth, barely resisting the urge to mark her. He knew on some subconscious level he was trying to claim her because he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else having her.

“Mine,” he whispered, unaware the word had slipped past his lips until he felt her body respond by gripping him harder. It was a mantra in his head as his body ascended the summit.
Mine, you’re mine, mine, mine…
“Fuck!” he roared, finally giving in to the climax he’d suppressed for too long. He remained inside of her until the last burst shot free, no doubt filling the cheap latex to capacity.