Page 22 of A Kiss at Midnight

I’m on the verge of anotherorgasm. Blake greedily takes my lips while he runs his hands down my back and pulls me against his thick arousal. My dance moves made the little vibrating toy inside me keep shifting, and I’m dripping with desire as I sit on his lap.

His kiss takes my breath away and makes me ache. Yes, I’m doing this because I’ve been pushed into it by the circumstances of my life, but it’s turning out to be a pleasure... not a hardship. If I’m going to give up my virginity, this man is a good person to lose it to.

He makes me burn, want him with nothing but a look from his smoldering eyes. He’s cynical and brooding, but he’s also passionate and strong, and I can’t pretend I don’t want to bring this song and dance we’ve been doing to its foregone conclusion.

His mouth leaves mine, allowing me to take in a much-needed breath — not that it stays for long in my lungs. He moves to my breasts, and as he sucks one pebbled nipple before nipping it gently, I try to gulp in oxygen, but can’t.

When he shifts to my other side and licks the sensitive bud as he grinds against my swollen core, I quit trying to hold back my consuming pleasure. My muscles tense, and I cry out from the pure bliss of release. I quiver in his arms as he sucks harder on my nipple, beautifully drawing out my orgasm. When it’s over, I sag forward against his chest, too weak to move. I could easily fall asleep.

“We aren’t done, Jewel,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my neck.

“I... I... can’t do more.” I can barely get the words out I’m so exhausted.

“Oh, Jewel, you can... and youwill. You’ve been pleasured all day — I’ve watched you come over and over again. Now it’s my turn. Nowyouget to pleaseme.”

It seems impossible, but the deep timbre of his voice awakens my body once more. There’s no way I’ll survive this. A normal human being surely has to have a cap on how much physical pleasure he or she can receive in a single day.

“Please, Blake, please...”

“What are you begging for, Jewel?”

His hand drifts up and down my back, almost tenderly, as he asks this question, and his lips tantalizingly graze my neck.

“I... I don’t know. I... I don’t think I can do anything more. It’s too much, all of it’s too much.” I hope he’ll have some kindness within him.

“Let’s see if I can change your mind.”

He moves me to sit sideways on his lap, one of his arms cradling me as I rest my head against his chest. Then he stands, slowly and smoothly, with me in his arms. I don’t have the energy to protest — not that I would.

He carries me through the penthouse, up the stairs, and into his room. He lays me on the bed, and I barely manage to open my eyes and look at him towering above me. But when he begins removing his clothes my stomach tightens, and I direct my gaze down.

In seconds I’m seeing his long, thick, smooth shaft, hard and ready to plunge inside me. His size makes fear and desire battle within me. I’m glad he had me insert the toy. My initial thought about it — that it might help stretch me — had been silly and naïve, because the toy is nothing compared to him. But it certainly makes me wet, makes my folds more eager to hold him.

The tip of his shaft gleams with his desire, making me wetter than I’ve been all day. Yes, I’m tired, and I feel as if I can’t go on... but oh, how I want him, want to feel what it’s like to be taken by Blake.

“Are you ready for me, Jewel? Are you excited to quit coming on your own? If you thought you felt good with your previous orgasms, they won’t hold a candle to what I’m going to give you.” He sits on the bed caressing my thighs as he spreads my legs wide open.

“I... I’m afraid.” I’m mortified to admit this.

He stops touching me as his gaze turns suspicious. “Why are you afraid?”

I tense, not willing to tell him the truth. “You’re... um . . . large . . .” This is certainly the truth, if not quite thewholetruth. He is indeed large.

He laughs as he resumes caressing me. “You’ve obviously been with pathetic men before me.”

I refuse to respond to this statement. I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to, because he quickly leans over me and runs his tongue along my stomach before moving down and kissing my thighs. Spreading my legs as far as he can, Blake again finds my pulsing clit and sucks and licks while his fingers slowly slide inside me. He grabs the toy and begins pulling it out.

I shake with ecstasy mixed with a shot of pain as the toy moves inside my heat. Then I feel the foreign object exit. I want to squeeze my thighs shut in relief. I’ve discovered that pleasure is a good thing, but a woman can only take so much before she can no longer move.

“Ah, Jewel, you’re so wet, so hot, so ready for me,” Blake growls before swiping his tongue up and down my folds.

“Yes, oh yes,” I gasp as my head twists on the pillow. I’m ready for him, ready forallof him. My trepidation is quickly evaporating, and I’m no longer worried about pain, because at this moment I fear it will be more painfulnotto have him inside me.

He moves back up my swollen body before covering me with his bulk. It takes only seconds for him to be in the right position, his face lined with mine, his arousal pressing against my heat.

“Open your eyes, Jewel. I want to see what you’re feeling when I’m buried deep inside you.”

“No.” It’s the first time I’ve outright refused him. But I don’t want him to see my expression, don’t want to share this intimacy with him. It’s too much. This is supposed to be clinical. This is a contract... and I can now admit, it’s pleasurable. But there’s nothing about this that’s romantic. I can’t look him in the eyes because I fear that will truly make me his.

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