“Whatever will I do with you?” He rested his hands on my cheeks, and he tilted my head back to gaze into my eyes before lowering his lips to mine.
I kissed him like the world would end if he ever stopped, and in my mind, it very may well have. Our tongues dueled in a passionate battle until I ached with a need I couldn’t comprehend. Whimpering I pulled back, my lips feeling bruised at the way he devoured me. “What are you doing to me, Jack?”
“Making you mine.” I had no time to question his words as I was swept up into his arms and watching the ship move in a blur as he walked quickly inside.
Clinging to him, not sure if I was afraid or excited, my racing heart was ready to explode from my chest. Did I want to be his? There was no doubt in my mind at that moment I did. Was it wrong? Some small part of me knew it was. We barely knew each other.
He lowered me to my feet and pushed open a door leading to a bedroom, and I nearly fainted. Glancing around at the elegant furnishings, my eyes fell on the bed. Raising my eyes to his in panic, I knew this was all moving too fast. “Jack?”
“I must have you.” Closing the door behind him, he stalked toward me with a predatory gleam in his smoldering blue eyes. I took a few steps back, afraid to take a breath but mesmerized at the same time by his beautiful frame moving closer.
He continued forward until the bed met the back of my legs and I fell backwards onto the softness. Following me down, he kissed me again until I wasn’t sure why I was against this in the first place. His fingers moved to the buttons on my shirt, never breaking the kiss, and before I knew it, he’d slid it off my shoulders, leaving me shivering at the cold air drifting over my flesh.
Giving me no time to protest, his hand covered my breast, caressing before pinching my nipple through the thin silk of my bra. The feeling was unbelievable and I cried against his mouth as a pang of desire shot from breast to core.
Pushing the cup down, he exposed my breast and lifted his head. “So fucking beautiful.” My face flushed at having my body bared for the first time, but when his mouth covered that nipple, suckling it deeply, all I could do was moan.
I clenched the fluffy duvet beneath me as he continued his gentle assault and my back arched of its own accord to offer him better access. Pushing down the other cup, he tongue laved over my other breast, leaving me gasping in newfound pleasure. A new sensation filled my core, leaving an ache that was almost unbearable. “Jack, please.”
Lifting my hips was almost impossible with him covering my body with his own, but the simple attempt of trying alleviated some of the disturbing need that I didn’t fully understand. He seemed to know what my body needed more than I did because he moved off me, pushing my skirt to my waist before moving between my legs. The feel of his hardness through his pants rubbing against my most intimate parts was incredible. I wrapped one leg around his waist and increased the pressure.
“My sweet little vixen. I’m so hard that I ache for you.” Taking away the pleasure, he turned on his side, reached for my hand and pressed it against his erection. “Feel how much you turn me on.” As he rubbed my hand over his length, I felt him growing. He used his hand to show me how to pleasure him and I was amazed when he groaned out in pleasure from this simple act. Then suddenly, he pulled my hand away.
I looked up at him, startled at the abrupt movement and he gave what seemed almost a pain filled grin. “On your back, my little temptress.” All I could do was look at him in confusion. Why did he want me on my back? Apparently he was dying to show me, because he turned me over and had my hands in one large hand and over my head before I could ask the question.
I felt his fingers graze against my sex, and instantly closed my legs, trapping his hand as they clenched. “What are you doing?” No one had ever touched me that way in my life and instinctively fear took over.
“Open for me, little one.” I shook my head and looked up at him apprehensively. We shouldn’t be doing this, and my cored flooded with wetness that embarrassed me to no end.
“I need to use the restroom.” I turned my head, not wanting to meet his eyes, his hand still trapped between my legs. His fingers pressed against that small nub and I grew even wetter. “Please, Jack, I think I’ve wet myself.” If there was a hole I could climb into, I would have chosen it at the moment.
“Baby, have you never pleasured yourself before?” His eyes widened as he looked down at me in utter disbelief.
“Of course not.” I was completely humiliated now and my eyes filled with tears. Why would he ask such a question when I’d lost control of my bodily functions?