Page 42 of Teach Me
She lifted an eyebrow in challenge, and Conlan gave her a firm look. She must have read the determination in his eyes, because she stepped forward and hooked her thumbs in the top of his boxer briefs before lowering them carefully, down, down, down, until they dropped to the floor at his feet. His erection tilted out, weeping already in anticipation of her touch. Silence hung heavy in the room as she looked her fill, her breasts swaying softly with every deep breath she took.
“On the bed,” he told her. The sight of her rounded ass as she turned to obey had him squeezing his sex again. Damn, forget foreplay. At this point he didn’t need it, and if the cream shining on the insides of her thighs was any indication, neither did she. When she turned to lie on her back, watching him, he stalked forward, letting her see his intent—to take her hard and fast, to force her beyond any inhibitions and concerns and problems and emotions that filled her mind and into the oblivion that could only be found after explosive passion. She needed it—they both did, so damn bad—and he was just the man to give it to her.
After a quick detour to the dresser for a condom he went ahead and slid on, he climbed onto the bed, his gaze riveted to her silken body. God, she was beautiful. All womanly curves and moist, hidden places. Just looking at her, he knew he wouldn’t last too much longer before he shot his load on the sheets. “Cup your breasts, Jess. Offer them to me.”
Her eyes went wide, but the sensual grimace that crossed her face as she arched her back told him the words turned her on. When she lifted her breasts, the nipples jutting proudly upward, the best kind of present, his mouth watered and he leaned forward to reward her with a nip to one sensitive tip.
“Ah!”
He latched on, pinning her turgid nipple to the roof of his mouth as he drew on her hungrily. She tasted good—sweet, hard as a berry, and so sensitive her entire body strained upward to give him more. Sobs fell from her mouth as he devoured her, kneading the firm flesh of her breast in his hand, unable to hold back or soften the power of his sucking. He could stay at her breasts forever and never get enough.
She writhed beneath him, lifting her pelvis to rock against his swollen shaft. “Conlan, please! I need you.”
He raised heavy eyes to stare down into her face. “Do you ache, baby?”
Sweat glistened along the creamy skin of her chest, and her eyes were frantic. “God, yes.”
“Good.” Just where she needed to be. He focused his attention on the opposite breast and lowered one hand to the juncture of her thighs.
Pushing his hand between her legs, he urged them apart, making room for himself and settling there. He rolled his palm against her mound, beginning a deep massage that matched the rhythm of his suckling, intensifying the desire that trembled through her body.
She was wet—damn, so wet that she dripped onto his fingers, the scent of sex and anticipation spicing the air. Her nipples jutted up in sharp points as he switched between them. Watching her face, her breathing, he traced her slit from front to back with two long fingers, opening the plump lips, delving inside to run his fingertips around her clitoris. She pushed her knees out even more, opening herself, allowing him access as she thrust against his hand. Her steady cries rent the air.
His body shook with the overwhelming need to finish. The strain pounded in his cock, but only when her hands came up to grip his head, fingers digging deep into his hair to clutch handfuls in ragged desperation, did he dare to dip a single finger into her opening. That first touch seemed to set her on fire.
“Conlan,” she shrieked, pushing down, forcing his finger deeper. She moaned, the sound dark chocolate and drugged with passion. “So good.”
He couldn’t wait much longer. Based on the slick feel of her, Jess couldn’t either. Praying for control, he impaled her fully on a single digit, circling, thrusting, opening her to him. She was tight. He withdrew his finger and returned with two, stretching her, scissoring, preparing her. Her moans drove him wild, breathy, sucking gulps of air that made him wonder what she would sound like with his cock inside, stretching her taut. The thought brought a pulse of precum to spill from his tip.
Jess seemed lost in the moment, her eyes closed, her body undulating as she pushed against his fingers. So beautiful in her hunger. A tingling warning shot down his spine just watching her.
Time to go.
“Baby.” Was that his voice, all ground glass and smoke? The strain was going to kill him.
“Con,” she moaned again.
“Baby, remember what it’s like to swim?” He paused to clear his throat. “Some people”—he punctuated the words with a smooth rub to her clitoris—“like to ease in, get used to the water.” Another rub, another sweet moan from Jess. “Others jump right in and get used to it after.” Sweat dripped into his eyes.Come on, Jess. I need you with me.He slid his fingers out, adding another before pushing back in, the passage tight and slick as it gave way. “We’re about to jump, baby.”
“Yes yes yes!”
“Open for me, Jess. Time to jump in.” Conlan thrust his fingers in hard.
Jess accepted every inch, her thighs stretching wide, no hesitation as she gave him his first full, unhindered view of her body. She was dark pink, glistening, her pretty opening clenching around his fingers, the tiny pearl at the top peeking out from its hood and hard in her arousal. He looked up, wanting to praise her, to thank her for her trust, and was just in time to see her fingers grasp a swollen nipple and pinch hard. The sight was all he could take. He replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock, moving up over her body, breathing her name as he took her mouth in a raw, starving kiss.
He struck quickly, surging forward into her glove-tight passage, praying to God he could hold it together a few minutes more. He felt her hymen give as he moved, heard her harsh cry echo between them before he was seated to the hilt. He couldn’t have stopped the second thrust if his life depended on it, but he was able to moderate it, a short, hard dig before he held himself ruthlessly still and allowed his climax to wash over him. Heart near to exploding, he took a moment to breathe, to relish every spasm of pleasure shooting through him as her walls clamped down on him like a vise. His body screamed at him to move, to claim her in the most primitive way possible, with thrust after thrust after thrust, anything to extend the goddamn ecstasy rushing through his veins, but he fought the instinct and won. Instead he soothed his mouth over the tears on Jess’s cheeks and waited for her to open her eyes.
The sharp, tearing pain obliterated all else for long seconds. Through the searing haze, she felt Conlan’s second short thrust, spasming her muscles as they protested the foreign presence in her body. Even as a strange warmth bathed her electrified core, shock traveled from her body to her brain, freezing her in place.No more. Please. Stop.
The pain faded as moments passed, but the need for climax, so strong before his penetration, went with it. She held deathly still, afraid even to breathe in case the hurt returned. Not until a wet drop slid into her ear did she realize tears trailed along her face.
It was done. Finally, after so much frustration and waiting, she was no longer a virgin. She tried to inspect that thought, to decide if it was relief she felt, but the pressure of Conlan inside her cast everything else aside. She hadn’t expected to feel like this, the sheer overwhelming invasion of not just her body but her heart. She was taken over, possessed, enslaved by the man whose body still filled hers.
“Jess.” Wet warmth traced the lines her tears had left across her cheeks. Hot breath dried the moisture. Conlan’s gentle lips touched hers. His weight settled onto her, and he rocked back and forth, soothing her and, strangely enough, pleasuring her. There was no more pain, no more than a dull ache. Jess sighed in relief, shifting her legs instinctively to let him closer.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered against her mouth. “Just give it a minute.”
So she did. The soft rocking continued, the gentle rasp of his chest against her nipples, his pubic hair against her clit. It didn’t take long before the sensations lit a tiny spark of hunger within her once more.
