Jason offered his hand.
She took it.
And then he was kissing her, both of them sinking to the blanket. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gabriel walking away.
“People might see---” she gasped against his lips.
“My guards are around patrolling. They would not dare look, and they certainly won’t fucking let anyone see us.”
She smiled mischievously up at him. “In that case…” Keanne hauled him back down to her, kissing him with all her pent up desire, and that desire grew by leaps and bounds each day they became closer.
“We have to stop,” he muttered against her lips, trying to stop her hands from unbuttoning his jeans. “This is not how I want your first time to be.”
“This is exactly how I want our first time to be.”
The words surprised him enough to make Jason yank his head away from her tight hold. “What do you mean?”
She smiled shakily at him, and shyness made her voice just as shaky as she told him, “I’m in love with you because you’re you, Jason. So don’t think I need something fancy for our first time.” She touched his face. “This…with the sun starting to rise…” She lifted her head to reach out and kiss his lips gently. “This is how I want to it be. It’s perfect for us.”
And she meant it. She meant every word.
With Lilac, there had always been a strange pressure in the back of his mind, urging him to be better, to be sweeter, to be more understanding…
Never had he felt safe enough to be just himself with Lilac even though she was one of the nicest people he had ever had the fortune to meet.
But with Keanne…
With the way she was looking at him…
“You’re the one who’s perfect,” he whispered rawly before taking her lips in a sweet kiss. This time, he did not stop her from rushing to take off his clothes. He was just as impatient to have her naked against him, and he groaned when she was finally free of all her clothes and squirming against him.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he rasped.
She quickly covered his mouth. “Don’t be noisy,” she pleaded. “Your guards might hear. Or the other students---”
He licked her palm so she would let him go, and when she did, he told her, “I don’t give a fuck who hears us. They can just envy us – that’s all they’re going to be able to do. They won’t be as lucky as I am and see your beautiful body and know it’s only going to be mine.”
He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her sweet hot mouth. His hands reclaimed her body, caressing every inch he could reach and because he was so much bigger than her and she was so much smaller, he could reach practically everything.
He worshipped her breasts, suckling and biting her nipples until she was unable to stop herself from crying out.
“Yes,” he hissed. “I want to hear you cry out with pleasure. I want everyone to know that it’s only me who can please you.”
His words turned her on so much that it was impossible to be sensible. Letting go completely, she began to exist only for his touch, her body surrendering to his command.
“Jason.” She moaned his name loudly as his lips moved, nibbling his way across her skin. He kissed her legs, his hands caressing her sensitive knees. When she writhed more impatiently against him, he went back up so he could again taste the sweetness between her legs.
This time, her fingers dug into his scalp, the first time she was consciously urging him to kiss her there.
“Beg for it,” he growled.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please take me with your mouth.”
And he did, because she loved him so much he wanted to give all of himself to her.
As he nibbled on her clit, he sank two fingers into her wetness. Her body jerked powerfully against his hardness before her inner muscles squeezed his fingers tightly. He began to fuck her with his mouth and fingers, doing what he could to arouse her to the very pinnacle of her desire. He wanted her hot and wild, to the point that she would never ever think of any man but him. She could be with that boy Gabriel and never would she feel a spark of desire because she would remember this night, remember how he fucked her so beautifully hard and it was only his touch she would crave.
His fingers thrust in and out of her, harder and faster, the strength of those driving thrusts making her senses reel. “Jason, Jason, Jason…” She sang his name with each thrust, wanting more even though now he had sunk all four fingers into her. It was still not enough.
“Jason, please, Jason…”
His fingers withdrew completely, and she moaned helplessly, hating the emptiness that he left her with.