Page 15 of Saved By the Rogue

"I...I’ve never been with a guy before," I admitted, a little worried that it might put him off. But, instead, he just smiled, smoothing his hand over my hair.

"Then I guess I better make this special, huh?" he asked, as he sank his mouth into mine once more.

The tingles flooded down between my legs, my body telling me, without a shadow of a doubt, just how much I wanted this, just how badly I needed it. I had waited for so long for this moment, and now it was right here in front of me, it was almost overwhelming – but, at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel that flush of excitement getting the better of me, insisting that I take this to the next level.

He lifted me from the ground, guiding me with ease into his arms, and carried me to the bedroom next door – I looped my arms around his shoulders, gazing at him, hardly able to believe this was real, but, at the same time, knowing it had to be. I couldn’t have invented the way he was looking at me right now if I tried, the way those deep ocean-blue eyes seemed to sear themselves into my memory.

He laid me down on the bed carefully, an easel outlined in the window opposite us – he moved on top of me, hands on either side of me, and kissed me again, slower this time, taking his time, like he was savoring every second of it. I lifted my hands gingerly to his face, feeling his stubble beneath my fingertips, his roughness against my softness. My hips lifted from the bed almost on instinct, silently asking for more, and he lowered himself down onto me.

I could feel his hardness stirring through his pants, a sure sign that he wanted me – and the thought of him inside me sent a jolt of nerves and excitement through my body. He moved his mouth down, sliding his arms around me as we came together, his lips on my neck. Every new inch of me he touched,felt like I was lighting up for the very first time, like I had been asleep all along and now he was bringing me to life.

His hands slid to my waist, and he pushed up my shirt – I caught my breath, all of a sudden exposed, and he stopped.

"You okay with this?" he asked me, brushing his nose against mine, his eyes filled with concern for a moment. I let out a deep breath, and then nodded.

"Yeah," I replied. "I am..."

"Good," he murmured. "Because you look so fucking hot right now, I don’t know if I could stop if I tried..."

I let out a moan as he pulled the shirt over my head, unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I had never been this exposed in front of anyone before, but, as he pulled back, and I saw the appreciative expression on his face, it didn’t feel like a bad thing to be laid out in front of him like this. He moved down, lips over my throat before he drew my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against me for the barest moment. I gasped, cradling his head in my arms, eyes closed as the soft light from the streetlights outside filtered through the window. I felt like I was the art he was creating right now, here in his bed, on his covers, wrapped up in each other until there was nothing else left but how good we felt...

He continued to undress me slowly, giving me a chance to pause between every item he stripped off of me, and kissed each inch of skin he exposed as though he could hardly believe I was allowing him to touch it. The sight of him on me like that, his lips on my skin, marking me like the tattoo he had already left on my wrist was everything to me. My whole body was trembling with want now, wetness flooding between my legs, as he finally sat up and pulled his shirt off, grinning down at me.

"Mmm," I moaned, wriggling on the bed before him, lifting my hips as I silently pleaded to feel him inside of me. I couldn’t put it into words, but, judging by the look on his face, I didn’t have to.

He moved on top of me, kicking off his pants and his underwear, and tangled his legs around mine, so we were pressed together at the hips. I could feel his hardness pressed into me but I needed more – I needed to feel him inside of me, needed to have him, once and for all.

"You ready?" he asked, and I nodded, biting my lip as I gazed up at him. Ready didn’t quite seem like the right word. It was more than readiness, it was sheer, hungry neediness – it was the kind of desire that made everything else in the world just fall away completely, my body moving into some deep, primal mode that only wanted him.

He reached down to take his cock into his hand, and my eyes traveled downward to – watching him, taking him in, as he slowly planted himself at my entrance. My lips parted at the shock of the new sensation – it was unlike anything I had ever felt before, but not in a bad way, no, in a way like...in a way like I had been waiting for this for so long, I could hardly believe it was actually happening. I shifted a little further down the bed, allowing him in deeper, feeling him slowly begin to slip inside of me for the first time.

He didn’t rush, took his time, like he was savoring the sensation of being deep inside me. I had expected it to hurt, but it didn’t; at first, it was a little uncomfortable as my body adjusted to the newness of the sensation, but by the time he was all the way inside of me, I couldn’t deny how good it felt. He held himself there for a long moment, not moving, arms wrapped around me tight.

"How does it feel?" he asked, brushing his lips against mine.

"It feels..." I began, swallowing hard, trying to find a word to explain all the sensations coursing through my body right now. "It feels so good."

"You want more?" he asked. I could feel his breath, hot and quick, against my lips, and I nodded. And, slowly, he began to move inside of me.

I gasped, wrapping my arms around him, lifting my hips to press myself into him with even more need. The feeling was unlike anything I’d experienced before – not just physically, but mentally, too. Letting someone this close to me, letting someone inside of me, it was a little terrifying, but more than that, it felt good. It felt right. As though this was where I belonged, as though this was where I was safe – here, in his arms, with him inside of me, his breath on my neck, growing more and more ragged with each thrust.

The angle he was fucking me at was grinding against my clit the whole time, and the pressure was starting to grow too intense for me to ignore. I could feel the climax building inside of me, growing, and pushing to the point of no return, rising and cresting as I pushed myself against him and he pushed himself against me, both of us moving with the starved hunger of people who had been waiting for this our entire lives. I turned my head to kiss him again, our tongues coming together as though we were speaking some secret language to one another, a language that only the two of us could recognize...

"Oh!" I cried out against his mouth, as the orgasm suddenly rose up to take control of me. The climax coursed through my system, lighting every inch of me on fire in a single second, and I grasped onto his back, pulling him deep inside of me, needing to feel him there as I came. He didn’t move, holding himself within me, staring deep into my eyes like he was drinking in the sight of me like this.

A few moments later, as I clenched around him in helpless waves of pleasure, I felt him finish inside of me. He groaned deeply, the sound coming from someplace deep inside of him, and he wrapped his arms around me to pull me even closer.

I wanted to lose myself to this moment, more than anything – I wanted to forget that there was anything outside of this, anything other than the feel of his strong arms around me, pulling me close, holding me tight.

His heart was pounding against my chest – I could feel it, the closeness between us was almost more than I could take as he held himself inside of me, filling me with his seed. I had never felt intimacy like it.

And I knew, in that moment, that I was addicted – that there was no way I would be able to settle for less. I pressed my head into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, wishing I could just lose myself here forever.

But I knew there was still so much in the outside world we had to deal with before I could even come close to that. I felt his heart beating against mine, matching mine, and I trie, for the time being, to focus on this moment.

Because what followed? Yeah, I had no idea what that would look like. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.

Chapter Ten – Jaxon

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