“Maybe we should slow down,” I found myself saying, then cursed because that was the last thing I wanted to do.
He pulled back, panting, his great, wide chest heaving. It was clear it took a hell of a lot of strength on his part to pull away. His eyes were on my mouth, his lips parted, his eyes hooded.
“Is that what you want?” he asked softly, his voice husky.
I shook my head. “Figured one of us should probably say it, you know, the voice of reason and all that.”
“Fuck reason,” he groaned, and slammed his mouth back down on mine.
Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt right and perfect and way overdue. I’d fantasized about doing just this with Jameson for so long that it almost seemed like I was dreaming, still locked in that fantasy.
I moaned at Jameson’s flavor, and just like his namesake, he was spicy and warm, filling me with a buzz that had my muscles aching and my pussy growing impossibly wetter.
He started gently lifting his hips up, grinding that massive length that stood straight up and proud against me, letting me know where he really wanted it.
“I never want you to stop,” I cried out as a shockwave of pleasure moved through me.
He purred.
There was no stopping this, but I didn’t want it to end. In fact, I wanted it to go even further, as far and as wide as humanly possible.
“Touch me,” he groaned against my mouth, the sound guttural, harsh, a demand like it was the only thing that would ease his pain. “Please, Lia. Christ, please touch me.”
My nipples tingled and my pussy clenched at how he said those words, begged and pleaded for me to ease his suffering. The ache I felt was something only Jameson could ease. I wanted him deep inside me, stretching me, taking my virginity, making the pain and pleasure coalesce as one.
Moving his mouth from my lips, along my cheek, and finally stopping by my ear, I listened to the harsh sound of his breath leaving him and bathing my ultra-sensitive skin. “I need your hands on me, baby.”
My eyes closed on their own and a shiver wracked my body, my emotions having me writhe against him. And then I found myself reaching between us, as if my hand had a mind of its own.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck… yes. Do it. Touch me.”
I felt renewed power as I gripped that massive length between his thighs. Every part of me went tight then stilled when I felt his cock jerk in my hold.
“God,” he groaned and rested his head back on the cushion, his eyes nothing but mere slits of teal light. He kept watching me, his lips parted slightly as he breathed harshly. “I’m doing everything in my power not to come right now.”
I breathed out roughly as all I could feel was Jameson.
All I could smell, feel, hear, experience was this man right here in front of me.
All I wanted was Jameson. Now and always.
He moved a hand down my hip, along my lower back, and stopped when his fingertips brushed along the crease of my ass. I swore he held his breath. I know I did.
“I’m barely hanging on as it is, Lia.” His voice was so gruff, so deep. “I could get off by just holding you close, but coupled with your hand on my cock....” he groaned again.
I let the air leave me harshly, not able to hold it in.
My body was on fire, my pussy so saturated from my heat that I felt all that wetness sliding down my inner thighs.
I couldn’t stop the gasp that left me at the sheer size of him. His his length, girth… the whole package so startling even though I’d seen it with my own eyes.
I may be inexperienced, but even I knew his size was well above average. Soooo above average.
“Yes,” he hissed when I tentatively stroked my hand up his length. “I’ve never had anyone touch me, Lia. Never done anything like this.”
My heart was thundering at his words. Could he mean what I thought? Was he saying he was---
“I’ve never been with anyone,” he finished my inner thoughts as if I’d spoken them out loud.
That had me stilling, my hand no longer moving up and down his length, my eyes opening wide, my heart momentarily stopping.
“Mood killer?” He grimaced and shifted on the couch, but a flush stole over me, heat settling into my core even more.
“I've never been with anyone either.” Those words spilled from me on a rush and he closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and I heard this rumble leave his chest. “So no… not a mood killer. In fact, knowing you haven’t been with anyone either turns me on.”
He leaned forward and crushed me to him even more, his mouth back on my neck. I was starting to realize Jameson was a throat man for sure. He licked and sucked at my neck at the same time I started moving my palm up and down his length again.