She stepped forward, hesitantly, coming to a stop just in front of him. She looked down, taking a sudden interest in her feet. He cupped her chin, forcing her gaze upwards.
“I would never hurt you.” His voice was soft and gentle. He guided her hands to his chest. “Unbutton my shirt.”
She looked at him, startled by his request. Then realization dawned. He was giving her what she most valued—control. Hands shaking, she began unbuttoning the shirt. When she loosened the last button, she looked back up at him, nervously biting her lip.
“Take it off,” he directed, his voice soothing and quiet.
She pushed the material away from his shoulders and down his back. Her eyes were glued to his chest. The smoothness of his skin, the muscled dips and curves, a light smattering of hair rested in the center of his chest. A line of fine, dark hair trailed downward to his navel where it left off briefly before resuming below and disappearing into his breeches.
He pulled away from her long enough to kick off his boots and loosen his breeches. This time she needed no directive. With trembling fingers, she pulled the breeches down. Her eyes widened when his burgeoning manhood sprang free. She stared shamelessly at his erect length.
Slowly she reached out and touched it. It jerked in reaction, and her eyes widened further. Clumsily, she wrapped her hand around the tip and he winced.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said in embarrassment.
He brought her hand back down. “Like this,” he murmured. His hand grasped hers and he guided her hand in a slow up and down motion. He exhaled forcefully as her grip tightened.
Her lips pursed and she frowned in abstract concentration. “It’s rather like milking a cow,” she mused.
His chest rumbled with laughter. “Not exactly an analogy that is very flattering.”
Heat burned her cheeks. “Oh, that was a ridiculous thing to say. I tend to just go about blurting the first thing that comes to mind when I am nervous.”
He stepped forward, guiding her backwards toward the bed. They stopped when she bumped into the edge. “My turn,” he said in a husky voice. The look he gave her made her shiver.
Goosebumps traveled down her arms as he reached around to unbutton her dress. He worked slowly, deliberately. Both of his arms were around her, working to loosen the last few buttons.
She was pressed to his naked chest and his eyes never left hers as he began pulling the gown from her shoulders. He stepped back long enough to let her dress drop to the floor, and his eyes darkened in desire as her thin, transparent chemise was exposed.
He brushed his thumbs across the tips of her breasts just visible beneath the soft material, and they hardened under his touch. He pulled the strap of the chemise down over one breast, freeing it from constraint. Bending his head, he captured the nipple in his mouth, tugging at the peak. A jolt shook her to her very depths, and she gasped at the exquisite sensations emanating from her breasts. Her hands gripped his head, trapping him against her, her fingers tangling in his crisp, ebony locks.
He moved to the other breast, impatiently moving aside the other strap. His teeth grazed the sensitive tip and she arched into him in response. She gripped his head tighter as he lowered her to the bed. The chemise slipped to her waist and he deftly removed the remainder of her clothing, dropping it in a heap on the floor beside the bed.
He moved back over her, covering her body with his. She gasped as his warm skin made contact with hers, reveling in the feeling of the delicious sensations. His forearms, placed on either side of her head, supported his weight. His face was just inches above hers, and Jillian trembled beneath him.
Slowly, gently, he lowered his lips to hers. She returned his gesture and parted her lips against the pressure of his. Tongues met and dueled, leaving them both breathless. Justin rolled to the side of her and looked upon her nakedness. She watched as his fingers toyed with her taut nipples, feeling them harden further with his caressing.
His hand moved lower, down to her abdomen, and lower still. Her legs parted in unconscious invitation as his hand trailed down her thigh. His fingers stroked the dark curls and brushed ever so lightly across the sensitive skin guarding the depths of her femininity.
A longing surfaced from within her. She craved his touch. Parts of her that she hadn’t known existed tingled and grew tight in anticipation. Then a single finger dipped between the soft folds and touched upon the part of her that throbbed the most. She jerked and arched against him as his finger started a slow, torturous rotation.
“Oh God, Justin—”
He looked intently at her, his eyes boring into her face as if trying to capture her every reaction. A light sheen of perspiration dotted her forehead as something within her tightened and constricted. Then his finger dipped lower. His thumb parted the slick folds, and he slid a finger inward.
Her back arched spasmodically and her eyes flew open as he gained entrance. Slowly, he dipped and retreated. He found her sensitive nub once more and increased his ministrations. His mouth returned to her nipple, now pebble hard. She cried out as he sucked it inward.
His hand began to move faster and her body tightened unbearably as his mouth sucked her nipple in time with the movements of his hand. Just when she thought she would surely die from the unbearable, delicious tension, she shattered into a million different pieces. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Slowly the tension lessened and became a dull throbbing between her legs. Every nerve ending in her body tingled, painfully aware of the slightest touch.
Justin pulled her to him, burying his hand in her hair and kissing her forcefully, passionately. “This is only the beginning,” he murmured in between long kisses. He nibbled at her jaw and then down her neck and to her shoulder.
“Oh my.” It was all she could muster.
Justin chuckled as he made his way down to her breasts once more, nipping and licking. He moved his body over hers, and rained light kisses from the spot between her breasts down to her navel. His tongue dipped and circled the shallow indention, and her muscles contracted in response. His hot, wet tongue pressed firmly against her skin and blazed a damp trail from her navel, between her breasts and up to her chin. She shivered uncontrollably. Her nipples puckered in response and chill bumps dotted her torso.
He shifted his body downward again, this time his head was just above her pelvis. He dropped a feathery kiss just on top of the nest of curls, and her head shot up.
