He reaches for my hands. I stiffen at first but then relax. He isn’t feeling sorry for me—yet.
“Thank you for sharing that. It all makes sense now.”
I frown. “What does?”
“You. Your job. Who you are. It’s just another piece of knowledge about you. It makes me love you even more.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’re safe with me. I promise you. Your secrets are safe, your life is safe, your shared memories are safe, your heart is safe.”
My breath comes in shallow, panicked little waves.
Is he for real? Can I do this? Can I let him in
?
I smile, realizing I already did. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He strokes my hands with his thumbs.
“For not feeling sorry for me.”
“I knew you’d deck me if I did.” He grins.
“Bat you upside the head,” I say playfully.
“For starters!” He sobers. “You’ve shared more with me lately than Jenner ever did. She never trusted me.”
“She never loved you the way I do.” I incline my head, looking at him through my lashes.
“No, she never did.” He pulls me into his lap. “Are you done? Ready to proceed?”
I nod, shyly.
“Still need total access? You’re going to have to trust me sooner or later, but I’m willing to bare all until we’ve laid a solid foundation of trust between us.”
“We already have. I know what’s in your heart.”
“And what would that be?” He gives me a playful smile.
“That you adore me.” I trace his cheek with my fingertip.
“Is that right?” He grabs my fingertip and presses it to his soft mouth.
“Mm hmm. And that you respect me.” I push the fingers of my right hand into his silky hair.
“Mm hmm.” He draws my finger into his mouth and sucks on it.
“And you don’t feel sorry for me.” I slide my finger out.
“Empathy is one thing. Pity is another.” He grimaces. “You don’t deserve pity.” He nibbles at my jaw line.
I tip my head back, inviting exploration from his succulent lips. “And that you desire me.”
“You have no idea,” he says. “But I intend to show you.”
“Good,” I said. “I’m finally read to let go.”
“Just the words I’ve been waiting for.”
“Himeros had a pretty large cock, I recall.” I say, unzipping Jonas’s pants. We’ve made our way from the chair, next to the huge, roomy bed, kissing each other hungrily. Jonas ripped off most of my clothes, managing to leave me in my panties and my ankle high boots. Jonas still has his pants on. I’ll take care of that in a minute. He’s wearing no shoes. There’s something about a man’s bare feet that is sexy, sexy, sexy. His chest is bare, revealing broad shoulders, chiseled abs and pecs, a slim waist. There’s the trail of hair that leads my eyes down to his…mmm. A whole lot of skin and eye candy from the waist up. A whole lot of anticipation from the waist down.
Mercy me, that man is fine
.
I’m giddy with excitement.
“He did indeed.” Jonas runs his teeth lightly up and down the side of my neck, making little whirls of sensation course up and down my spine. “I was going for drool-worthy.”
“Most do. But many avatars are just wish lists for the man behind the fantasy.”
“I see,” he says, sweeping his warm palms up and down my back and sides. “You probably need some proof that I am what I am.” His hands glide around to my breasts and cup them both, massaging around and around, fingering my nipples into tight rosebuds of need.
I groan. His touch is amazing. “I do,” I say, pushing his pants down. “The bulge in your pants is pretty darn big, but I need to see it in the flesh.”
“Visual proof. This could be an optical illusion,” he says, flicking his eyes down.
“You never know. People can be full of tricks.” I slide my hands inside his waistband and stroke his butt. “Oh, man, J. Smooth and hard.” I give each cheek a squeeze. “And muscular.” I slip his boxers and jeans down along his hips and gasp. “Oh,
my
!
You…you’re bigger than Himeros! You were just made for love,” I add appreciatively. “I’ve never seen a cock more beautiful.”
“Aw, you’re just saying that.” He grins at me.
“No, I’m not! What a beauty!” I reach my hand out to touch the length and girth of him. The head is large and kitten-fur soft. I trace one of the veins, engorged and pulsing with life. Positioning myself at his side, I cup the palm of my left hand under his balls, fingering the heat. I bring the other hand up to my mouth and suck on it, covering it with my slippery spit. Then I slide the fingers of my right hands up and down between his cheeks along the opening. I let my fingers glide along his tight sphincter, between his legs to his scrotum and back the other way, gently massaging and exploring as I go. My left hand wraps around his cock, lightly stroking.
Jonas sucks in air through his teeth. His cock twitches. “Careful, V. It’s been a long time since I had satisfying sex. I want to make this last.”
“Oh, no. We are
not
having mere satisfying sex. I intend on full-blown sky-rocket love-making—hours and hours of it.”
An easy laugh rolls off his tongue. “That’s supposed to be my line.”
“I beat you to it. You know, mad mind-reading skills and all that.”
“That and an all-access, backstage pass to my mind.” He gives me a wicked, challenging grin. “You wouldn’t be in here unless I granted access.”
“Duly noted,” I say. I reposition myself in front of him and crouch, taking his cock in both my hands and licking it like a big, delicious lollypop.
He wraps his palms around my head and makes firm circles along my scalp with his fingers.
I take him as far into my mouth as I can, letting my tongue caress his length in lazy, sensuous swirls, tightening and releasing my throat muscles around his girth.
His fingers tighten, pulling locks of hair. “God, V.” He shudders. “Oh, sweet Jesus, this is intense. Jenner would never do this.”
“Who’s Jenner? I don’t see a Jenner in here, do you?”
“No, ma’am. There’s only one gorgeous goddess, known as Vienna.” His hips rock gently as he thrusts into my mouth. “And that’s exactly how I want it to be.”
His excitement is making me wet. My pussy throbs with need. My hands roam his muscular legs, delighting in the textures of brown hair and warm, smooth skin.
“Stop. You’re going to make me come. Hold up.”
I release him and tip my head to gaze up at him. “Is there a problem, sir?”
“No problem, not at all. I’m just not ready to lose my excitement. Come up here.” He urges me up to standing. “I want to see what you’re rocking under these panties of yours.” His hands glide along my hips, stretching the delicate, satiny undies away from my skin. “Just touching you like this…do you know how often I fantasized about this?”
I laugh. “A fair bit, I’m guessing?”
“All the time. It was torture being around you.” He guides my panties from my hips, slowly, taking his time as his hands make their leisurely way down my legs. He’s crouching now, his nose inches away from my pussy.
I’m trembling. I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m turned on. Boy, oh boy, am I turned on.
“Sit,” he says.
I sit. More like collapse onto the bed. I don’t think my legs can hold me upright much longer.
“Let’s leave these boots on. I like this look. Sexy as hell.” His eyes roam my body. His delight in what he sees is evident. “You are so goddamned beautiful. I intend to show you, over and over again, how beautiful you are.” He pushes apart my legs with his hands.
Now tremors of energy are rattling through me. My teeth begin to chatter. Jonas cocks his head and contemplates me.
“Th-th-this is so intense, Jonas. C-c-can’t stop it.”
He continues to study me for a moment and then crawls up next to me. “Easy, girl. Let’s just take our time and let you get used to all this love flowing between us. Sound good?”
He’s talking low and sweet like he’s gentling a colt but I don’t care. I need a little gentling right now. All this energy is freaking me out. His hands caress and knead with gentle persistence. They move along my belly. They stroke my neck, my chin, my forehead. They trace trails on my shoulders, my arms, and my hands. The violent waves threatening to overtake me become soaring ecstasy. “Oh, my. Oh, my God! Oh, Jonas! I’m in heaven!”
“You’re only at heaven’s gate, kitten. I’m going to usher you into the Temple of Passionate Love.”
His lips find mine and he nibbles and gently bites, before claiming my mouth. His tongue pushes inside, coiling with mine. We moan into one another’s mouths. He breaks from the kiss, kisses every square inch of my face, making me laugh with delight. He proceeds to my breasts. He pushes them together and slides his hungry mouth from one nipple to the other. His engorged cock presses against my thigh.
He works his way down my torso, taking his time, nuzzling my belly along the way. He murmurs words of love and adoration. He stops when he’s poised between my legs. “Look at me, Vienna.”
I cease my sensuous writhing and gaze at his openness.
“Feel safe?”
I nod.
“Feel ready?”
I nod again.
“Okay. I’m going to take my time here. You guide me, okay? You tell me what feels good, what doesn’t.”
“Got it, coach.” I grin at him.
“If it doesn’t happen, no biggie. We’ll try again later.”
“Practice makes perfect,” I quip.
“No pressure.”
“I’ll need some pressure.” I wink at him.
“I just don’t want you to feel tense.”
“Jonas! Will you just get busy? Stop the yapping. I feel safe, I feel loved and I am very horny right now. Like out of my mind horny. Like combustible.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He gives me a mock salute. “I have my orders and shall proceed.”
When the tip of his tongue touches me, I yelp.
“Oh, did I hurt you?”
“God, no. Just let me groan and growl, Jonas.” I laugh. “Are you sure you’ve done this before? You’re treating me like I’m porcelain. I’m made of sturdier stuff, I assure you.” I pause. “Tell you what. If I say
ease,
that will be my safe word. Any other phrase or word is fair game. It’s just me expressing myself. Got it?”
“Got it.” His blue eyes glisten. He parts my folds with his thumbs. “So fucking beautiful. Your butterfly wants to flutter on my tongue.” He lets his tongue emerge from his mouth and he makes a slow, lazy sweep up me. “Or maybe it’s the other way around. Damn, you taste fine.”
“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it.”
He licks. He strokes. He kisses. He moans and growls, clearly excited. He pulls away. “Shit. This is so exciting I’m about to come.” His eyes glitter like blue diamonds. His hands hold my legs apart and his thumbs caresses the opening to my core, while he takes slow, deep breaths. He’s looking at me with a wicked, wicked smile. When he’s calmed his excitement, he lowers his head again, flicking the tip of his tongue along my pearl of pleasure, making little lapping noises like a cat enjoying a dish of milk. He slowly inserts two fingers, circling them, pushing them inside and out. They curve to find my G-spot. He makes small strokes and taps the spot, and I imagine him beckoning me to “come hither.”
I sure want to. I gasp. My body is streaming with energy. My heart is soaring.
Jonas lifts his head and a slow, delicious smile spreads across his face.
Our eyes lock for a brief second. I’m panting, I’m so turned on. “Jonas” is all I can manage to say.
“Come on, kitten. Come for me.” He lowers his head and proceeds to lap up my juices.
I slide toward a sea of pleasure and can’t stop myself from spreading my wings, soaring off the cliff, and diving into sensation like I’ve never experienced. “Oh, Jonas! This is it! I’m coming! I’m coming!” My moans blur into incoherent bliss as I’m carried away by the intense pleasure. It ripples down my legs. It streams up my spine. It makes me shake my head like a dog after a delightful swim. It makes me laugh. It makes me cry. “Okay, enough. That’s enough. Hold on. I can’t take any more,” I finally manage to say.
He slides his fingers out. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Spits into his palm and coats his hard cock. Smiles like a wicked angel. “That was hot. Ready for more?”
“Are you?”
“What do you think?” he asks, arching one eyebrow and glancing down between his legs.
I laugh. “I’d say the answer is yes.”
He climbs up me like a tiger slinking through the forest. “You on birth control?”
“Duh.”
“You okay with condom-free? I’m clean. I got checked out a couple weeks ago. And you’re the only one I want from this day forth.”
“Bring it. I don’t want you any other way. Skin contact, baby. Skin to skin.”
He grabs his length and pushes it up and down my slippery wetness. “Do you like that?”
“Yeah, baby. Put it in me.”
“Like this?” he asks, letting the tip enter.
“More.”
“Like this?” He slips in an inch or so.
“Oh, God, Jonas. I’ve never felt anything like this…like you.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” Slowly, he settles deep into my core.
I’m filled with him. He’s big, he’s thick, he’s long, and he’s ever so delicious. I’ve never felt this loved in my life. I’ve never felt as much joy as I do now.
His chest leans against me and we lock eyes, blue on blue. Propped on his elbows, his thumbs caress my cheeks. I inhale deeply, taking in my scents, intermingled with his lusty fragrance.
“I’ve loved you since time began.” The words land in my ears like a soft caress.
A flood of quips enter my brain, each one vying for the winner in deflecting his tender comment. I breathe deeply, shove the quips away, and say, “I’ve loved you longer.”
We lie in stillness, absorbing the shared love, bathing in it, nourishing our souls. Overwhelmed with love, I lock my hands around his neck and pull him closer for a kiss. I’m surrounded by Jonas. I feel him inside and out. Unable to contain our passion, we rock into each other. Once again the intensity builds. Jonas is sliding in and out of me, slow and deliberate. My eyes widen.
“What?” he says with a smile.
“I…I think I’m going to come again.”
“Yeah, baby,” he says, deep in his throat, the words sounding like a very satisfied growl. “Come all over me, sweetheart. Come on, kitten.”