“Holy shit, Jade, what are you doing?”
Snapping my eyes open I didn’t say anything but cleared my suddenly dry throat and walked to Stephan praying I didn’t break my fucking neck in the shoes. Stephan seemed frozen as he stared at me. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist and I honed in on his tattoo. My heart flip-flopped every time I saw my name. My gaze traveled down his perfect six-pack abs to the beginning of his happy trail.
Holy shit. All I had to do was look at him naked and I became achy and hot. Reaching out I smoothed the pads of my fingers down his chiseled chest and hooked them on the towel, unraveling it and letting it fall to the ground. Before I lost my nerve I yanked him to me and plastered my mouth to his. His hands touched my heated skin and I deepened the kiss seeking his tongue and tangling it with my own. My fingers wrapped around his dick and I slid my hand up and down. I was nervous, I’d jacked him off before but tonight was going to be different—I was going to take him inside me. I was going to lose my virginity, and give him one more thing that had been only mine.
My whole body was alive with need, lust flowing through me. Stephan had always given me almost an electric need for him. He cupped my bare arse lifting me slightly. The hooker heels made me taller, but still not as tall as him.
I rubbed my body against him. “I want you. I’m ready. I want to make love to you.” I had been through so much with Stephan I knew he was the one. I loved him. I had for a long time, it's why it broke me when he left. I didn’t give my love lightly, everyone I loved never seemed to love me back. Stephan was trying. He told me he loved me and he’d tattooed my name on him and that shit was permanent.
Wanting to move to the bed, I tore my mouth from his and took a step back holding out my hand. “Come on. I want to do this on a soft bed.”
“Jade. Little bit. You don’t have to do this. I can wait. We haven’t been back together for long. I don’t want you to regret this. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I love you no matter what we do...or don’t.”
“I want this. Please.” I tried what I hoped was a sexy pout.
Groaning, Stephan took my hand and followed me to the bed. I let him get on the bed and I crawled on after him.
“Shit. You look so fucking hot right now.” Stephan went to grab me but I evaded him, feeling confident he liked what he saw I wanted to be in charge now. I needed to be in charge. My insides felt like butterflies were fluttering about.
Kneeling, I smiled at him before I slid up his legs until I straddled his waist.
“Fuck me. They’re crotchless.” I ground my pussy against his erect cock and grinned at his hiss. “You’re evil.”
Giggling, I ran my fingers over the ridges of his abs. Leaning down I did what I’d wanted to do since he first gotten the tattoo, I traced it with my tongue then kissed it with my lips all the while rubbing my pussy against him.
“Oh fuck this, I can’t take it. This is torture.”
Stephan wrapped his arms around me and flipped us so I was on the bottom. I stared at him, his dark blue eyes stormy with passion. I smirked because I’d done it. I’d given him that look.
“You’re so goddamned beautiful.” His lips mashed mine and I opened to meet his seeking tongue. He leaned on his elbow and his other hand moved down between my legs. Rubbing my clit he slid two fingers into me, keeping a rhythm.
I searched for release. Stephan made me hot. I always came so easily for him. The anxiety and nervousness I’d been feeling had heightened my senses. Stephan’s mouth left mine and he nibbled his way to my neck and sucked on my skin sending shots of pure ecstasy through me.
Moaning, I arched up into his touch. His fingers delved deep as his thumb pressed down on my nub with just the right amount of pressure helping me to shatter. “Oh God,” I whispered.
Stephan worked his way back up, taking my mouth again as I felt his cock at my entrance. He bit my lip and eased back just enough to look into my eyes. “You sure? I can stop. Tell me now.”
Reaching up I caressed his cheek. “I want this. I want you.” I spread my legs and wiggled so his cock sank in a little more.
“Mmm, you will be the death of me,” he murmured against my lips. “I’m sorry,” he said as his mouth took mine and he surged up and deep into me.
A sharp pain struck me and I stiffened.
Stephan stilled and his mouth left mine. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”
I took a deep breath and assessed my body. Nothing else hurt, I just felt tender down there. Wiggling, I tested to see if the pain was still there. I didn’t feel painful anymore. I gazed at Stephan as he hovered over me, his jaw tense, his lips thinned in a grimace and he was sweating.