Hate to Love You(18)

When he lifted my hips and adjusted me onto him I caught on quickly, obliging him by lifting my body so I could feel his wet crown. I was nervous as hell, but I’d made up my mind to go through with it. I rubbed my pussy along his length, relishing the rigid heat.

“Darling, this isn’t you,” he said, sounding dazed.

“That’s right,” I whispered. “I’m Paisley, remember? And I...” I gulped and took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”

I’d never said that to a man before and it felt hard-core, even for me. It was the right thing to say though. James flipped me onto my back so fast I almost shrieked. Spreading my legs, he positioned himself between my thighs. I bit my lip as he entered me, parting me gently at first and then more firmly as he pushed deeper.#p#分页标题#e#

Holy shit, my brain screamed, I’m having sex for real. With James! And then, God I hope it’s not like what I told Caroline.

As if he’d heard me, James paused to kiss me. “I’ll stop if you say so,” he said, agony in his voice.

I raised myself onto my elbows and the movement made him slip farther inside me. It could have been my breath that caught in the darkness or it could have been his. He groaned, pushing deeper, only to stop with a low curse.

“You can’t get me pregnant,” I assured him.

Well, it was true, wasn’t it?

I stroked him, circling and pumping his slippery shaft before I put him exactly where I wanted. He was slow and sure, controlling the urge I knew he had to go deeper. His cock felt better than I’d imagined. Big and scorching hot. A live wire charged with James’s unique energy. He was making me his, millimetre by millimetre, branding me inside. My pussy was slick, easing him in further, creating a friction that was consuming me with the desire to feel his full length, all the way to the hilt.

When he got to my hymen I tensed, wary of the pain I knew was coming. He lifted the hair from my face and kissed me, moving rhythmically while he coaxed my body into relaxing. It was pain and pleasure in one. He shifted position, easing out of me slightly so he could trail his fingers along my labia to the hard nub between my swollen lips. The ripples of pleasure increased.

His fingers were just as skilful as before, but his prodding cock made it feel ten times more powerful. His husky voice urged me on as he see-sawed at my entrance. The farther he went, the more my pussy clenched around him, the pressure building up like the geyser I had mentioned so casually to Caroline.

James created a rhythm that my body translated into intense, visceral delight. It grew stronger with every thrust until I hit the peak and climaxed in waves of pure ecstasy. I had to bite into his upper arm to keep from screaming as hot pulses of fluid bliss burst from my pussy and covered his cock.

What the fuck was that? I wondered, shocked. Judging from James’s response he loved it, whatever it was.

He kissed me passionately. “I’m going to make you mine now.”

A frisson of fear made my heart jump. The sense that if I did this I would forever belong to this man and this man alone. The man who belonged to my sister.

No! my mind screamed, even as my body welcomed him.

I cried out at the tearing of my flesh, at the rending of the fragile barrier that allowed James to claim me in the most intimately powerful way possible. It was fucking painful, no doubt about it, but I embraced that pain like a treasure because it was mine—and James had given it to me.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

He kissed my forehead, the tears on my cheek and then my lips, letting me get used to his girth, barely moving until I relaxed my muscles. I didn’t believe I could take all of him but he showed me otherwise. He circled his hips and my body instinctively followed. He dipped into me, taking little nibbles and holding back because he didn’t want to hurt me. The hand on my breast was replaced by his mouth and soon enough, the little flickers of pleasure grew stronger, spreading through my body in bolts of pure bliss.

I’ve never been one of those people who wonder what it’s like to be hit by lightning. Who cares what it feels like if you’re dead? But now I knew. It was pure rapture, condensed into hot little zaps that stemmed from James’s lips, his hands and his cock. And I really would die if he didn’t give me more. My hips rose to meet his downward push, taking the initiative to increase the tempo.

He was still holding back.

“Fuck me,” I urged.#p#分页标题#e#

It was easier to say the second time around, so I did it again and was rewarded by a deep, heart-stopping thrust. I smiled, delighted that James liked a dirty mouth in bed. So I told him I loved his enormous cock. He drove it into me, telling me all the ways he wanted me.