For The One(113)

I’d prefer nothing at all. I’m so desperate to have her that when I grab the panties to pull them off her, I’m a little too forceful. She lets out a shocked breath and I mutter my apology.

She smiles and shakes her head. “No, it’s good. It’s sexy. Pull them off as hard as you want.”

That’s all I need to hear. As they come off with a vicious yank, she makes that sound again…almost like a sob. But she’s not crying.

She’s smiling and luminous.

She’s naked.

And she’s on my bed.

I’m fumbling with the lacings on my breeches, almost willing to cut through them to get them off as quickly as I can. Unlike Jenna, I opted for period-style underwear, which look weird by modern-day standards. They’re, loose and falling almost to the knee with a drawstring at the top.

But I’m out of the breeches and the underwear in less than two-thirds of a minute. And, for the first time ever, we’re both naked.

Just a few seconds after registering that fact, I cover her warm body with mine, skin against skin. My mouth finds hers again and then all rational thought becomes like a stick floating in the middle of a rushing river, being torn this way and that by vicious currents. This desire is the most powerful force in my head and my heart.

At last. I’m naked and Jenna’s naked underneath me, touching me, kissing me. Her sighs and moans are like music to me. And they are like a blacksmith’s bellowes to the desire burning inside, fanning it even hotter.

She’s giving herself to me, and I’m taking what I’ve wanted for so long.

In the distance, there are people talking, laughing, throwing more wood onto the pile to feed the bonfire. And the drums. They are beating, pulsing, thumping, a primal, rhythmic beat.

It’s Beltane—the mating season.

And like an ancient, powerful magic that I don’t actually believe in, it’s taking me over.

My hands move over her soft skin, insistent. In theory, I know what to do. I’m sure instinct will probably take over, but I want it to be good for her. I may have done extensive research, but that may not be enough.

I shift so that I’m lying on her, but I brace myself on my elbows so as not to crush her. Then I pull my mouth away from hers and she looks up at me. Slowly, she opens her legs…and I hesitate.

I swallow, feeling again like I’m unworthy. Like I might be unable to give her what she wants. She reaches up to touch my face. Her lids are heavy over her heavenly blue eyes. “Can I show you what I like?”

I don’t move and she cups my shoulder with her hand. The touch burns and my eyes close. “I want to make you feel good, Jenna.”

“You are, Wil. You are.”

She pushes against my shoulder so that I’m now lying down beside her, and then she straddles me. Her firm, beaded nipples are against my chest, and the heat between us is expanding into a scorching furnace. Every surface of my skin that touches her softness is on fire.

She starts by kissing my chest, taking my nipples in her mouth as I have done to her. Her hands are roaming my thighs, slipping between my legs to explore me. My hands are smoothing down her back, cupping her butt, cinching her waist to mine.

We’re burning like a molten star. We’re generating a new type of heat, a fusion, that particular nuclear reaction found at the center of a star, that incomparable heat and light extending out for billions of years.

“Jenna, I need—”

“I know what you need.”

“Then let me inside you.”

She moans. “Yes.” She pulls back and my eyes once again fixate on those perfect, radiant breasts. They look as if carved from marble by the master hand of Michelangelo. Every shape, every curve, every peak in perfect proportion. A masterwork of art.

She is art.

And then I can’t think anymore because with a shift of her hips, she slides over my erection and I slip against her wetness. It’s a shallow connection but one that has me singed with powerful pleasure. I haven’t even gotten inside her and yet I’m about to collapse upon myself, like the star that eventually forms a black hole.

Jenna reaches down and grasps me at the base, slowly angling my erection so that I can enter her. I hold my breath, unable to feel anything else as her impossible heat and wetness envelop me.

She lets out a long sigh, then pauses, but I’m not all of the way in yet. I can’t wait another second. With a quick intake of breath, I grasp her hips and slide them forward, pushing myself into her.

She gasps, her eyes widening, and I hesitate. “Did I hurt you?”

She beams a smile as she opens her eyes. “No…not at all. You feel good, Wil. So good inside me.”

I need to move, but there’s a conundrum, because while I want to push forward toward that ultimate release, I also want it to last. Forever.