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“Slow, we’re doing this slowly, just this once… for me… for us, because we’ve wasted so much time.”
Tricia swallowed roughly, her desperate gaze of desire enhanced by her slightly parted lips. Her tongue poked out and licked them without her eyes ever leaving mine.
Instantly the magnetic pull drew my head toward her. My lips quickly brushed hers then her nose before I pulled back and stared into her eyes again. My heart skipped a beat when I took in how intently she looked back, how incredibly silent she was, and most of all how willingly she allowed me to master the scene. Giving up control hadn’t come easy to Tricia before.
“I want to remember… us to remember, every single second of what we’re about to do. I’m not going to fuck you, Tricia, I’m going to consume and devour you. Inch by delicious fucking inch, I’m going to set your body on fire, brand you, make your body burn and own all of you. I’m not just here for your body. I want you to crave every inch of me in return because this connection we share is much more than sex.”
Nodding, her eyes stayed locked steadfast to mine. It was the first time I’d witnessed her looking meek and unsure. Taking a deep breath she exhaled and whispered, “You’re right it is, and it scares me.”
“Don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you, baby. I’m going to teach you how it feels to let yourself go and have a man who isn’t afraid to show how you’re supposed to be loved.” I hadn’t intended on using the L-word but it came out anyway, and when it did, it felt perfectly timed.
“I… James, I…uh…”
Feeling her body stiffen, her eyes looked wide in shock. I watched her slide close to a meltdown; her breathing became shallow and labored in panic. It became clear she was struggling with my truthful, yet unintentional disclosure. I couldn’t take it back, I’d have been lying and minimalizing what my feelings toward her were if I had, and I knew I’d spoken the truth with a level of certainty far beyond anything I’d ever felt for Juliette.
It had taken all of my life to feel as I did about someone, and the longest time to finally admit to our feelings. That was a point I had considered and had I not walked away and challenged what we felt back then like I cared, perhaps we’d have gotten together sooner.
One thing I was almost certain of was that there was a mental block from a past experience and from my own difficult experience; I knew she was avoiding whatever that was. Without knowing what it was I felt it had prevented her from being all that she should have been in her personal life.
Knowing this had made me tread cautiously because I had to be sure she was ready for a serious relationship. How she’d reacted to my word slip informed me she wasn’t sure her feelings were on a par with mine. Even if they were, having feelings and quantifying them in a declaration as profound as admitting to loving someone, they implied a degree of trust. Does she trust me? I wasn’t sure.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered, sliding my hands over her shoulders, under her jacket, and slipping it off down her arms. “I’m not asking you to tell me you love me, but I guess someone has to start somewhere, and after all this time, and how dizzy you make me feel, I can’t find another explanation or word that fits better.”
Sliding her hands around my waist, they snuck under my suit jacket, one skimming low on my waist, tugging my shirttail out, while the other grabbed a fistful of cotton and gripped it tight. When she had difficulty holding my gaze, I saw how exposed she felt, like she was afraid if she looked too long I’d see her truth.
Knowing she felt uncomfortable while I held her shattered me and my instincts told me someone else had definitely hurt her. A wave of anger washed over me as my need to protect her overtook the passion I felt, but until she trusted me enough to tell me, I knew it would be useless to probe.
Instead I dipped my head, encircled her in my arms, and pulled her closer until she was flush with my body.
“Oh,” she gasped, worry falling away from her pretty eyes and replaced with a spark of desire. Smiling down at her, I kissed her gorgeous mouth and grinned against it when Tricia, not used to being led, stuck her warm wet tongue into my mouth. Desperation fired the flames of passion in that moment and I couldn’t say it was a tender kiss.
My brother’s words came flooding back with a surge of feelings so strong to protect her it took my breath. Breaking the kiss to look at her, Sawyer’s challenge had been more than the prompt I’d taken it for at the time.
Never, in the short but intensive time I’d spend with Juliette, had I ever felt the same intensity of feelings Tricia stirred within me, nor had I ever felt such a clash of heart-tugging emotions each time I had thought about her. What had been missing was the uncontrollable fire that burned within my body whenever Tricia touched me. No other woman had ever made me feel how Tricia did when her skin touched mine.
My hands slid to the button on her jeans and I popped it open, tugged the zipper down gently, and slid my hands inside them to cup her gorgeous firm little ass. I grinned. “Beautiful,” I muttered, leaning forward to kiss her neck.
“My turn. You’ve had your fun, staring me down and creating all this heat that’s almost made my head explode,” she murmured, freeing the rest of my shirt and sliding her fingers around to my belt buckle. Within seconds she had my pants cascading to the floor.
Immediately following this I dropped to my knees, my hands teasing her tight skinny jeans gently over her hips to expose the top of her long silky limbs. It drove her wild when I tugged them down inch by agonizing inch, kissing and licking every tiny part of flesh I exposed at a frustratingly slow pace. As my tongue had left a small wet trail on her thigh, I blew my warm breath on it. “Oh, God, I can’t bear this anymore, enough,” she growled, as her legs wobbled and her fingers curling in my hair yanked it a little tight.
I traced my fingertip up one thigh, stopping short of her pussy. She moaned through a breath and she appeared a little unsteady. I repeated the same move on her other thigh, but I slid it between her legs and rubbed her clit through her soaked lacy thong. “Fuck, James,” she mumbled, her fingers tightening in my hair. I chuckled and pulled my head away.
Standing, I slid my hand back across her thigh and into her tiny pretty lace thong as my mouth found a sweet spot on her neck. Gliding my middle finger down her seam, I sucked hard and released, tapped my finger hard on her clit and became distracted by her luscious arousal. “Fuck, you’re saturated down here, baby,” I muttered, my words bouncing on her skin as I parted her lips and slid through her slick heat to her entrance. “Damn, I can feel how much you like that. Do you want my mouth down here?” I asked, as Tricia’s hands tugged at my boxers, half-heartedly lost in the sensation of how she felt. I watched her head roll back on her neck and her eyes flutter closed. As fast as I’d started to arouse her, I stopped.
“James,” she admonished, eyes wide, lust clouding the white of her eyes and tinting them a delicate pink.
“Undress for me,” I demanded, turning her around while I sat down on the bed. “I want time to see what I’m getting this time.” A wicked smirk flashed over her face before she took her bottom lip between her teeth. My cock almost broke before we’d begun because I knew from the look she gave me; I was going to be sorry I’d given her a hand in that. Toeing off my shoes, socks, pants, and boxers, I then lay back on my bed and prepared myself for a show.
“Hands behind your head, James, no touching allowed.”
