Ignite (Ignite 1)

“Put your arms down at your sides and look at me, Sara.”

I looked up at him first and took another deep breath. I dropped my arms to my sides and watched him rake his eyes everywhere. Everywhere! Oh, God, I never felt more exposed in my entire life. I tried to comfort my nerves by telling myself it was too dark and that he surely couldn’t see all that much. But the moonlight washed through the windows and our eyes had long adjusted to our surroundings. The entire room was visible in blue-black contrast including Jaxon’s butt naked state. I certainly could see all of him!

I let my eyes listen to my desires, and let them drop to his lean, washboard abs, and then further down to his protruding length that was long and thick. I’d never actually seen one before. Well, I mean, of course I’d seen one in adult magazines and pornos I’d walked in on Jaxon watching or from looking them up on my own, and of course high school wasn’t an innocent haven where teens never talked about sex before. It was everywhere – sex and naked images passed along the hallways, and of course I’d caught guys in situations of undress – but I’d never seen an exposed man in person before in an aroused state.

“Do you like what you see?” he huskily asked, drawing me in with those heated eyes of his. His mouth was partly open, and his tongue danced above his lower lip, licking it every few moments.

“I do,” I answered as confidently as I could muster, but it came out a jumbled mess.

“I love what I see,” he said, nostrils flaring as he openly stared at my breasts. “You look so damn sexy, I’m kicking myself for not seeing it all these years.”

He walked to me and stopped when my breasts were against his chest. I let out an involuntary shiver at the close contact and the way his erection was pressed harshly against my stomach. My thighs felt wet, and I went crimson when he felt me in between the legs, stroking my drenched sex with his eyes closed shut. That ease and confidence he harboured radiated off of him, it was effortless soaking it in and building my own strength. He kissed me again, and his other arm wrapped around my waist, steering me back to the bed.

He carefully placed me down on the mattress, breathing heavily against my mouth. “Touch me too, Sara. Don’t be scared.” The ache in his voice had me shivering all over again. “Relax and you’ll enjoy it, but you have to do what you want, and take what you need so we both get pleasure from this. Don’t be embarrassed.”

He read me like a book, and my stiff bones instantly relaxed beneath him. Just let go and enjoy yourself, I repeated this mantra ten times before it finally settled in. And then like a fiend I kissed him roughly, letting the desire steer me through it. I moved my hands up and down his back, stroking his hard skin while I trailed my tongue against his. He groaned loudly in my mouth and pushed his tongue into mine, devouring me with a greediness that made me ache all over.

This was, hands down, the best make out session of my life. He was fucking my mouth with his, and I reciprocated the greed and took what I could, tasting his tongue and biting his lower lip. We were saturated in the wetness of our tongues, and breathing heavily. His hands roamed up and down my body until I was well accustomed to the feel of being touched like this.

I spread my legs wide and pulled back from our kiss to stare into the endless blue depths of his eyes. Fully aware of my intentions, I felt his hand brush lightly at the folds of my core, and I whimpered in pleasure at the briefest flicker of his fingers at my clit. Then I was aware of the thick dip of flesh lightly pushing at my entrance.

“Are you sure about this?” he shakily asked.

I stroked his sweat laden face and kissed his lips softly before pushing my hips up as an answer. Resting his forehead against mine, he looked down at himself slowly entering me. I gazed down in wonder, unsure how to cope with the strange and foreign feeling of his tip pushing into me. I was so small next to him, and the way I stretched to try and accommodate his thickness made me uncertain it could even be done.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and when I did, he gently nuzzled his nose against mine and kissed me lightly with a hand cupped at my cheek.

It was hugely intense staring into his eyes as he joined himself slowly, inch after inch until I sucked in my breath at a sharp pain. He paused and distracted my pain by kissing me, licking my tongue with his as he pushed again. The pain skyrocketed into a sharpness that had me biting feverishly at his lip. I wasn’t aware my arms were so tightly wrapped around his waist until I felt soreness in my forearms. Then he pushed again, and instantly slipped in, going and going, and then stopping when he hit the end of my channel.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered into my ear.

I don’t know how long we were like that, joined to the root, but the longer time had passed by, the more at ease my body felt at being filled. The pain had died off and was more like a pinch, but I was beyond aroused now that he was fully inside of me, stretching me with a growing thickness that felt so damn good.

Holy shit, I wanted to start moving again. I pushed my hips into him, groaning lightly at the friction against my clit. He slowly moved out of me, and then back in. Retreating and advancing with caution; time was on our side because he took so long adjusting me to the sensation of his arousal until I was absorbed in him with a waking need to go faster.

I would forever look back at this moment and know with certainty that he was making love to me. It wasn’t all lust and all passion; he was giving me all of him, surrendering a part of his soul he’d unknowingly reserved. We knew each other with such depth, it had only been a matter of time for a union like this, and now we had a lifetime to explore each other’s bodies with an equal depth.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I quivered, moving my hands over his ass, willing him to continue faster.

“Are you in pain?”

“No.” There was still that pinch of pain, but it was dulling and easily forgettable.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” Oh, yes, it did.

He groaned in my mouth, moving quicker by the second, holding me so tightly against him like he couldn’t get close enough. “I fucking love you, Sara,” he moaned, panting wildly against my neck as he continued to drive himself into me. “You’re mine. I want you to be mine. I need you.”

I couldn’t respond, too lost in my own pleasure, but I felt my heart explode at his words. They had me clutching his ass harder, concentrating on the friction and the build-up of pleasure.