“Temptation!” he growled.
I shrieked as he turned me over and pinned me back, his hands pressing against my shoulders.
“I wanted so badly to keep you pure,” he whispered. “You have no idea how hard it was… you have no idea how much I wanted to take you.”
His face was inches from mine, and I saw my chance.
I took it.
Arching my back, I strained upward and pressed a kiss against his lips. Just one, but that was all it took.
His face contorted, the anger falling away and being replaced by confusion.
“Lacey?” he asked, gazing straight into my eyes.
“Kage,” I said, calling him by the name he’d chosen for himself. My own voice seemed unfamiliar to me, older somehow. “I want you to take me.”
***
“Lacey,” he whispered, and then the pressure from my shoulders lifted.
I raised my head. Jake tore off his shirt, unbuckled his belt. His fingers were fast, but mine were faster as we both fumbled to unzip his pants. He got them half undone before he pulled me in close, tearing off my terrycloth robe.
Then his mouth was on mine again, and his hands were threading through my hair as he possessed me with his kiss.
Yes, possessed. That is the only word to describe it. His lips sought mine out hungrily, sucking hard and biting. I let my lips part and his tongue thrust into mine, and a blinding pressure made me arch into him. His fingers sent thrills through my scalp and all I could feel was heat, the heat scorching between my legs and the heat of his lips burning mine.
I was his, and he took my breath away as he kissed me and kissed me again. We fell back together against the wet canvas and then his hands were moving down and he was kissing my neck and shoulders, returning after each kiss to take my lips again with his. Kissing me like he forgot how to stop, like he never wanted the kiss to end.
Despite being a virgin, I’d been kissed before. This, though was something that seemed utterly different. I realized that this kiss was a prelude to something else, something more, and the thought of it shivered every part of me. I moaned into his kiss and he moaned back, pressing hard and soft alternately until I couldn’t breathe. I was only gasping for air to keep myself alive but I needed his kiss more than I needed air, more than I’d ever needed anything.
His hands ran down my quivering body, searching me out. He touched me everywhere, squeezing, kneading, caressing. I gasped as his hand slipped under my ass cheeks and pulled my hips up against him. I could feel his cock erect already, straining against the fabric of his underwear.
God, I needed him. My hands were covered in paint, but I didn't care. I grabbed him, needing more, needing him right then.
I had waited all week, and I could not wait a second longer.
"Lacey," he growled. "Lacey, I can't. I can't."
"I want you," I said.
It was enough. He groaned as I pressed another kiss against him, rolling onto my side.
He shoved down his pants, exposing his cock. It was stiff and throbbing, and I slid my fingers alongside the shaft in wonder.
"Jesus, Lacey," he said.
Then his mouth seized mine again, and I was kissing him back, wanting him, wanting nothing more than for him to take me right then and there.
He rolled over so that he was on top of me. One of his hands clasped my cheek, and his thumb brushed along under my eye alongside my cheekbone. I could feel his cock pressing against my entrance. I was hot, oh so hot. He had me pinned and no matter how I squirmed I couldn't move.
"Are you sure?” He whispered the words frantically, his hand caressing my cheek with such urgency that my mouth went dry. “I don't know if I can stop myself but please, Lacey, Lacey, are you sure?"
I could not think, only feel, and my body was hollow for him. In that second, I would have done anything to make him take me. But it only took one word, and I gave it willingly.
“Yes.”
He plunged into me with one thrust, and my scream of pleasure was muffled by his mouth kissing me as my body clenched itself around him.
It was a feeling such as I'd never felt before. His thickness filled me, stretched me, expanded me. There was pain, but it did not hold a candle to the pain he'd given me all week, and the pleasure–
Oh God, the pleasure. It was as though every nerve ending of mine had been set on fire. My body arched back against the canvas, and my hands pressed against his chest. He thrust again hard, further yet, impossibly deep into me. My legs wrapped around him and I could not help the small cries of pleasure as I pushed him even farther into me.
Something inside me broke open, inviting him in, and his movements made me cry out.
"Kage," I moaned.
He rolled his hips, and my orgasm swept through me like an instant fire. My head ripped from side to side as the intense waves of ecstasy came crashing down and through me. This was different from anything I had felt before, but more than that, it was different than anything I’d ever even imagined.