Page 34 of Shattered Hope
Before I knew it, I was standing at his half-closed door, shuddering and gasping for air… my heart thundering in my chest so loud I barely heard anything else.
Slowly, I placed my hand on his door and pushed it open, gently, telling myself I would run back to my room if he was already sleeping.
But he wasn’t. He was standing next to his bed, staring at the door, as if he was waiting for me.
Fire burned on his gray eyes when mine locked with his, and my heart stopped for a moment. Unconsciously, I took a step into the room, and it was all it took for him to rush to my side and pull me into his arms.
“Are you sure?” he muttered in my ear as he nuzzled my neck.
“No…” I confessed, with a hysterical giggle. “But I still want to do it…” I added when he stopped his caresses and stared at me.
“That’s good enough for me,” he said before he leaned forward and kissed me.
All doubts rushed out of my mind when his lips touched mine. I wanted this. The bliss of his kisses was enough compensation for whatever was to come. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and allowing myself to relax and enjoy.
With a victorious groan, he fisted my hair and pulled my head back, giving him full access to my mouth and my neck. He took full advantage of it, kissing, nibbling, and caressing every single inch of skin, each touch pushing me closer and closer to paradise. His hands slowly slid downwards, taking my full breasts and imprisoning my aching nipples, ripping a wanton moan from my lips as pleasure rushed through my body, straight to my throbbing clit. Never a caress had felt this way – passionate, hot, mind-blowing… - and with just a few, I was utterly lost in the blissful haze he conjured for me.
His hands slid to the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing my naked body to his hungry eyes. For a moment, I felt exposed and embarrassed. Daniel’ words screeched in my mind, reminding me of all my flaws – my big breasts, my large hips, my short legs – and I instinctively closed my eyes, and braced myself for the blows I was sure would come, if not physical, surely delivered by Jayden’s harsh words. Why was I doing exposing myself to this hell? Was I so needy I would do anything for the crumbs of his kisses?
But they never came. His grunt sounded raw and primal, as he moved us onto the bed, lying naked right next to me. He thoroughly explored every inch of my body. His kisses, nibbles, and caresses were an intoxicating cocktail of pain and pleasure that quickly had me squirming underneath him.
My whole body jumped up when his hands finally reached my pussy, and by then, I was too lost in the haze of pleasure to care. I was his for him to do whatever he wanted with me.
And he did. His fingers were the first to touch me there, to caress and explore the wet folds until they reached the engorged knob, thoroughly stroking it until the pressure building inside me finally blew up the thin walls containing it, and I was sent spiraling out of this world.
Jayden grunted his pleasure, as he nestled between my legs, pulling them up and covering my inner thighs with sweet kisses, all the way to my gushing pussy.
I barely noticed what was happening, still riding the waves of that first orgasm, so when he finally rubbed his shaft against my wet pussy, I was still oblivious of the world around me.
His first thrust pulled me back to reality, and I tensed up. This was happening, and I had to be ready for it, to hide the pain from him and give him a glimpse of the pleasure he had given me.
I owed him that much.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, with a slight frown, immediately stopping, his cock barely inside me.
“No… of course, not,” I assured him through ragged gasps. He wasn’t hurting me, not yet, at least, I was just getting ready for the pain I knew would come.
He leaned forward and kissed me, while sliding his hand between us, to caress my clit, sending another wave of pleasure rushing through me.
I moaned and arched my hips towards him, and he used my invitation to slowly push himself deeper into me.
I gasped, my walls stretching to fit him, but the pain never came. Instead, all I felt was pleasure, and my whole body surrendered to him. Still kissing me, he started moving inside me, slowly thrusting himself in and out of me, making sure I was enjoying it as much as he was.
At some point, my legs wrapped themselves around him, and I pushed him deeper inside me, urging him to go faster and take what he wanted from me. With a loud growl, he complied, and soon the powerful waves of orgasm washed over us.
His growl of sheer pleasure was music to my heart as I thought the haze of lust and pleasure to make sure he was as satisfied as I was. The way he tilted his head back and the rapture on his face felt even better than the orgasm ripping through my body. He wasn’t disappointed.
Falling on top of me, he crashed his lips on mine and his sweeping his tongue deep inside my mouth, stealing my breath away.
“Nothing was disappointing in what just happened,” he whispered in my ear, drawing trails of fire all over my face and neck.
I was beyond words. My mind was too astounded with the pleasure I had just found in the arms of a virtual stranger when all I found with the man, I was supposedly in love with, had been pain and humiliation.
He rolled over, taking me with him, still buried inside me, and invited me to lay my head on his chest while he wrapped his arms around me.
“Don’t you agree?” he asked, caressing my hair.
“Yes…” I managed to utter, too overwhelmed with everything, still finding it hard to believe I wasn’t dreaming.
