Jesse’s cock was fully erect, larger than I’d anticipated with a drop of wetness beading at the tip. He groaned when my eyes lingered for a second. Then he was on the bed with me, his mouth crashing back into mine for a kiss that left me soaked and panting.
“You want to know what kind of man I am?” he ground out as he sat back on his heels to lift my dress over my head.
I glanced into his eyes, my fingers in his hair desperately trying to pull him back to me. “Yes.”
“I’m going to make you scream tonight,Lady Elizabeth,” he rasped as he dropped the dress carelessly beside the bed. “I’m going to conveniently forget all about how proper and polite you are and show you exactly what I’ve been dreaming about for so fucking long.”
My heart lurched. “Please.”
His hands circled around my back and unsnapped my bra. Then his fingers hooked into my panties and dragged them off. I was still wearing my heels, but he glanced at them before a slow smirk spread on his lips.
“Those can stay on.” With that, he advanced on me, making me lie back on the bed as he crawled over me. Then his lips were back on mine and it occurred to me that he might’ve been right. Perhaps I didn’t know who he was, but asking him to show me had been a fantastic idea.
He didn’t seem to have any qualms tonight, his hands confident as they explored every inch of my bare skin, one of them finally sliding between my legs. A low moan came out of him when he felt how wet I was. His fingers spread me apart and glided lower, to my entrance.
“God, you’re a dream come true,” he murmured between fiery kisses. “Get on your knees for me, baby.”
“My, my,” I teased breathlessly, so very turned on but also just happy that he finally seemed to be unraveling a little bit too. “You’re a wild one tonight, aren’t you?”
“Do I need get a gag, or are you going to be a good girl and get on your knees for me?”
My eyes flew open, my clit lighting up like a homing beacon.Well, that’s unexpected, but alright.
“Oh, you like that,” he groaned, finally pulling his hand back to help me when he seemed to realize that I wasn’t obeying his command not because I didn’t want to, but because I was stunned. “I should’ve known you were going to be into all the naughty stuff. I looked up some of those books you read.”
Surprise smacked into me as he rolled me onto my front and hooked his arm under my belly, helping me lift my bum. “You did?”
“Of course. It was part of my research about who you are.”
My heart started racing once he had me in position. I felt him leave the bed, then heard a drawer open, but it was all happening behind me. “What did this research reveal?”
“That we’re going to have a lot of fucking fun together.” The soft sound of foil tearing reached my ears, his breathing shaky. I felt him step back toward the bed.
Out of nowhere, his hands landed on my hips in a firm grip, tugging me closer to the edge of the mattress before his hand was on my back. “Are you ready?”
God, am I.“Yes,” I hissed, surprised that I could even make sounds like that. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“Happy to oblige.”
I closed my eyes, lowering my head as I felt his fingers slide through my soaked folds again. A second later, his broad tip was at my entrance. “I don’t want to hurt you, so you’re going to have to talk to me.”
Not a question but a statement. Telling, not asking. Interesting.
“You won’t hurt me.” I actually wasn’t convinced that was true at all, but I wanted him too much to care.
Sliding his palm to the small of my back, he pushed slowly forward, then brought his other hand to my hip, holding me where he wanted me. I arched into him, my eyes still shut as he fed himself into me inch by inch.
My heart was pounding, my clit aching, and my body accepting him, but slowly. Not quite welcoming his size after so long.
“Fuck, Eliza. You’re so tight.” Suddenly, a rush of cool air met the patch of skin on my back where his hand had been. Then I felt his fingers between my legs. “Relax for me, baby. I’m not going to hurt you, remember?”
“I know.” I moaned when a fingertip found my clit and started drawing slow circles. His chest came down to fold himself over me. “Oh, that’s good. So good.”
“There we go.” He eased further in and the girth of him sent pleasure streaking through me. Meanwhile, that fingertip was still threatening to be my undoing, my inner muscles contracting on pulses of pleasure. “Shit. If you keep doing that, this isn’t going to last long.”
“Don’t care,” I managed as I pushed back against him, finally finding the presence of mind to move. I had never been this bold before nor this wanton but no man had ever tried anything like this with me before either. I’d also never trusted any of them enough to let them. “Show. Me.”
A low, actual growl came out of him. He thrust the rest of the way into me in one powerful movement. So full of him that I wondered if I might taste it when he found his release, I paused for a moment to adjust. A sheen of sweat broke out across my brow.
