But she’s drunk, and this is not going to happen. Not tonight.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge her a little. He knew it was a slippery slope. He’d thought all bets were off when he found out she was a virgin. He wanted her to have her dream. But she was becoming his dream, and despite what he’d been through and seen in the past, maybe he wanted to be the one to give her what she craved.
He removed the necklace and placed it in the palm she held up. She laid the necklace on her dresser as he slid his hands up her rib cage, over the now-healed outlines of the tattoo, and noted that she watched in the mirror as he cupped her breasts. He’d spent three torturous hours with her laid practically bare before him the week before as he’d tattooed her and hadn’t allowed himself to touch. Tonight he touched.
The solid, sensual weight of her breasts overflowed his hands as he squeezed gently and whispered, “Don’t ever do something so dangerous again, Jayne. When I said no, I never imagined that you’d pull such a crazy stunt. Promise me, never again.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine.” He didn’t have the right to demand that of her so suddenly. They hadn’t talked of exclusivity to one another, but he damn sure wanted to when she was in her right mind.
“You said you didn’t want me, didn’t want to—”
“I never said I didn’t want you. I wanted you to have your dream, and I don’t think a drunken one-night stand is what you held out for all this time. You know I wanted you.” He wrapped his arms around her and crushed her to him so she’d be able to feel the diamond-hard shaft she’d inspired. “Never again, Jayne.”
“Never again, Seth.” The words were barely a whisper, but the relief was apparent in her eyes when her gaze met his in the mirror.
Her breathing was rapid as he trapped her nipples between his fingers and tugged while stroking her flesh. Her head fell back against his shoulder, in the little dip that her head fit into perfectly, and she stroked his forearms before raising her hands to his shoulders, letting him have his way. He breathed in the scent of her hair and pressed kisses along the column of her throat. A soft growl emitted from his throat when she rubbed her ass against his aching cock.
He released the satiny warmth of her breasts and trailed his hands down her quivering abdomen, making slow, tantalizing progress. The strands covering her mound in a neat, trimmed fashion were pure, silken seduction as his fingertips strayed downward to her cleft. His breath left him in a hiss, and his cock nearly exploded in his jeans as his fingers were bathed in the slippery-hot juices pooling from her cunt. To be able to slide his cock into that wealth of lush, hot flesh was nearly more temptation than he could bear. He slid a finger over her swollen clit, and she tensed suddenly in his arms, gulping in air and sinking her fingernails into his shoulders. Her cunt clenched spasmodically on his fingertip, and he knew she was very close to climax.
“Please don’t stop,” she whimpered softly, moving against his hand.
She turned her face to his, and he laid his lips on hers and stroked the silken recesses of her mouth. His tongue mirrored what his fingers were doing as he slid his other hand to her pussy and then trapped her clit between two fingers and caressed around and around it until she trembled on the verge. His cock burned to be inside her, and he broke out into a sweat as he fought for control. He sank one fingertip in just a tiny bit and pumped in and out as he rubbed up and down on her clit. Triumph filled him when she arched and tilted her head, cries of ecstasy coming from deep inside her as her tight little cunt rippled in orgasm around his stroking fingers, bathing his hand in her hot juices.
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“Seth!” Jayne panted hard as the orgasm whipped into a whirlwind and exploded deep within her, rendering her incapable of speech beyond wailing his name. His strong arms held her close and kept her from collapsing to the floor at his feet. Every inch of her pulsed with a vibrating sensation and her heart pounded in her chest. Had she really considered being with any other man but Seth?
Gazing at their reflection in the mirror, she thought for a fleeting instant that Seth looked like a strong, dominating sex god, driving her body to the heights of ecstasy with only his fingertips. He made possessive eye contact with her in the reflection and sucked the copious evidence of her orgasm from his fingers as though it was an exotic delicacy. He caressed her abdomen and wrapped her body in his arms, and tears prickled behind her eyelids as she closed them. She felt cherished. Her heart clenched at the thought of her earlier foolishness at The Dancing Pony. No matter how nice or sexy they were, no man but this one would do. That wasn’t her first orgasm, but it was the first involving contact with a man.