His Indecent Proposal (5 page)

And it didn't stop there. He was consuming
her whole. He held her head in the palm of one huge hand and bodily
picked her up off his lap with the other. Flipping her over on the
couch, he came down on top of her. He sucked in her oxygen,
continuing to ram his tongue in her mouth. She was being totally
annihilated by his strength and size. Her heart hammered and her
pulse pounded as she was caught under him, trapped by his weight.
Her legs were spread wide, his hips pushing between her thighs.

She knew in a flash that if they had been
naked, he would be in her already. Suddenly, the voracity of his
appetite confirmed what kind of lover he would be. A lover like
she'd never had before. Her breasts tingled, and a pool of hot
moisture dampened her panties.

Desperate for oxygen, she forcibly turned her
face from his and took a deep breath. The second her mouth left
his, his face moved lower, pushing into the valley of her breasts,
trying to get closer. He reached down and lifted the hem of her
sweater up and over her head before she had time to attempt to stop
him.

He tossed the sweater aside, and fastened his
mouth on her nipple, over the cotton of her bra. He let out a groan
of frustration, sat up and twisted the snap open between her
breasts. Putting his mouth back on her nipple, his hand cupped her
other breast, his thumb rubbing at the hardened peak. The twin
assaults vaulted her into the stratosphere of desire, and she
realized with shock that they were about to have sex. He wasn't
going to stop at kisses; he wasn't going to stop at petting. And
dear Lord, she wouldn't be able to stop him. She might kill him if
he did stop.

His mouth went from licking her nipple,
laving it with his rough tongue, to sucking it, trying to consume
her whole. His face was buried in her chest, sucking, licking,
moving his mouth roughly, back and forth, from the valley between
her breasts, to her nipple, and then to the soft, silk of her white
skin. He was devouring her whole, sucking her soft flesh into his
mouth and holding it there, as if he couldn't get enough of her. In
the back of her mind, Jenna knew the force of his mouth was
bruising her. His hand on her other breast tightened, and he
pinched her nipple, rolling it between fingers and thumb. He was
squeezing her so tightly it should have been painful, and almost
was. Jenna couldn't wrap her mind around the force he was using, he
was blatantly dominating her. This wasn't give and take.
He was
taking
. Jenna's mind was gone, her thought process completely
shattered as she moaned softly in his arms.

At her moan, he lifted his head, his nostrils
flaring, and fastened his mouth to hers again. Drinking deeply,
sucking on her tongue, his hands moved to the fastenings on her
pants and began to strip them just as roughly and quickly from her
body as he had done with her sweater.

She ripped her mouth from his, dragging in
oxygen, and his attention fell to her feet and he pulled off her
shoes. His hands moved back to her hips and finished jerking her
slacks off, his movements forceful, jerky, not caring about
maintaining a façade of smoothness.

Through a haze of shock and desire, Jenna
knew she had to make a demand. "I'm not on anything." She lay still
and panted, naked except for her twisted bra, and watched him
attack his fly with the same speed as he had attacked her
zipper.

She tried again. "It's not safe. I'll get
pregnant." The time for modesty was over. Subtlety wasn't
working.

He didn't take the time to look at her as he
continued to strip. "I got it." His voice was gravelly and his
answer was short, clipped, as he told her in three words that he
would take responsibility for protection. His hand dug into the
pocket of his jeans before he tossed them to the floor and Jenna
swallowed hard as he tore open the package with his teeth, turned
and spat a piece of plastic from his mouth, and rolled on the
condom with a precision and dexterity that only came from
experience.

There was nothing suave about his process,
speed was what he was going for, and Jenna knew he would be inside
of her in less than five seconds. His abrupt movements were the
only indicator she needed. She swallowed hard, his erection was
huge, and she hadn't had sex in a while.
A long while.
Her
trepidation grew
.

He came back to her naked, grabbed her ankles
in his hands and brutally swiveled her until her neck was bent
against the back of the couch and her legs were dangling apart, her
butt on the edge. She felt like she was caught in a whirlwind,
sucked up by a tornado, tossed and turned and at the mercy of
him
.

He came to his knees in front of her, put his
hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her apart with his
fingers. A slow, deep vibration came from his throat as he stared
down at her soft, open flesh.
"I've wanted to fuck you for so
long."

Jenna's nerves were lacerated by those primal
words and her thighs trembled as a wave of heat and panic slashed
through her. The speed and violence of the encounter hijacked her
brain and held her paralyzed.

He began to push in, and her insecurities won
and distress took over. Her inner muscles contracted subconsciously
trying to keep out his intrusion. She tried not to panic, she tried
to relax, but it wasn't happening and she felt her moisture dry
up.

Her eyes opened and she stared at him with
accusation. "It was supposed to be a kiss," she protested in a
whisper.

His hips tightened and his hands sunk into
her hips, restraining her, holding her completely still. His eyes
were savage, his muscles corded in ropes of steely tension as he
held her in his grip. "Don't make me stop." His voice was harsh,
the words pushed through gritted teeth.

His dark eyes held hers and she felt totally
inundated by his large body over hers, threatened by him hanging at
the entrance to her feminine core. His scent invaded her nostrils,
the heavy pulse pumping through his blood vibrated through her.
Everything feminine inside of her wanted to yield; but her
independence was being attacked. With this one intimate encounter,
she knew he would ruthlessly see it as his ownership of her. Maybe
it was only for the short term, but he wanted her to marry him, and
after this, it would be almost impossible to fight against. If the
speed in which he was managing to have sex with her was any
indication, her battle was lost before it even began.

Sweat gathered on his forehead as he tried to
wait for her answer. She was completely still and silent, and he
took that as consent. He needed to get it in. She was tight and
hot, but he needed her wet, and she wasn't giving that to him. He
didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to ram it in while she still
needed time to adjust.

He moved one hand to her clit, began rubbing
it, wanting her wet. He needed her wet. Her eyes were shut tight
again and he began talking to her, softly this time. He held the
large head of his penis still inside of her while he tried to coax
her into participating. "You're so fine, baby." He rocked back out,
moistened his finger on his tongue and put it back to her clit,
rubbing it in circles. He felt a tiny movement of her hips, and he
pushed the head back in. "I don't want to hurt you."

She let out a tiny moan, and he slid in and
out, a tiny bit more each time. He lifted his finger from her clit,
smoothed it across her stomach, and landed on a nipple. She had
large, gorgeous areoles, and they puckered into beautiful tips as
he moved his hand back and forth from one tit to the next. He
thought he would lose it, but then she let out a sweet moan, her
channel flooded with moisture, and he pushed it in all the way to
the hilt.

Relief hit him and he held himself still for
a moment. His arms rested on his elbows on either side of her face
and he knew he couldn't wait for her. She was hot and wet and
sheathed him like a tight glove.
So. Fucking. Tight
. He
began pounding into her, slow and steady. He looked at her face;
her eyes were deep pools of hidden emotion, fixed on his. He slid
his hands under her butt, grabbed a handful of soft flesh in each
palm and lifted her into him as he began taking forceful, ramming
strokes.

Jenna's mind was mush as she watched the
ferocious intensity on his face. His look was primal, feral, as he
dominated her. Through her shock, she was wet and mildly aroused,
but he was coming already. He pounded against her, three, four,
five more times and then he froze, a hissing groan coming from deep
in his diaphragm, as ropes of steel corded his muscles. She felt
him grow larger inside of her, the blood rushing to make him even
bigger, his climax shuddering through his body as he pushed into
her.

He hung over her for the count of five
seconds, then collapsed against her, his sweat mingling with hers.
His face was in her neck, and Jenna knew he was trying not to let
his weight fall on her completely. Her insides still tingled, it
had been good, but it was too quick, too new to allow for an orgasm
for her. But she didn't doubt what he had said. The sex would be
good between them. Her mind splintered in a million different
directions when she thought about what the ramifications of this
would be. But she didn't have time to dwell on it; he was picking
her pliant body up off the couch.

David shouldered his way into the master
bedroom, carrying her soft weight in his arms. His mind was focused
on one thing only. Making her come. He was stunned at his actions.
He had always lived his sexual life by one motto.
Ladies
firs
t. And the first time it truly ever mattered? He'd fucked
up and absolutely blown it with her. He'd crawled on top of her and
gotten his rocks off so fast it was embarrassing. He was
thirty-five fucking years old. What the hell did that say about
him? She was probably thinking her experiment with kissing him,
although going off the rails, had worked. It had no doubt proven to
her he was a lousy lay. A terrible lover.

He needed to set that shit right and
immediately.
Now
.

He carried her into the bathroom, set her on
her feet next to him and without letting her go, reached in and
turned the shower on. With methodical movements, he unsnapped the
bra that was twisted around her waist and pulled her into the spray
of water with him. Her body was soft under his hands, curvy and
lush, and now the water was sliding over her silky, naked skin.
Blood rushed to his cock and engorged his erection to pulsating
life as he pushed the wet tresses from her shoulders, put his teeth
on her neck and bit into her soft flesh.

Jenna's stomach clenched in irresistible need
as David's hands tightened on her and his teeth razed against her
skin. Ravenous sexual hunger pulsed through her body making it
difficult to stand and she leaned back against the shower stall and
wrapped her arms around his waist for support. Intense feelings
washed over her as his hands attacked her, one going to her breast
and the other sliding down to her smoothly shaven mound. The lips
of her sex quivered as he pushed his fingers between them, sliding
his thick middle finger up and down her slit, opening her, plunging
in and retreating, circling her clit and manipulating it to his
satisfaction before plunging back into her again. All the while he
squeezed her breast, weighing the soft flesh in his hand, stroking
around her areole, then moving to her nipple and brushing it with
his fingertips.

The twin assaults on her body had her gasping
for air and jerking against him, her hips moving into him and back
away, carrying the hand that was sunk between her thighs back and
forth in forceful, repetitious movement that had her close to
orgasm in seconds.

He felt it and it wasn't enough. He took his
hands away, and sunk to his knees in front of her. He lifted one
wet, silky leg up and over his shoulder, and spread her out with
his fingers, his teeth gently sinking down on her exposed,
glistening clit. Jenna jerked violently from the lash of pleasure.
He moved his tongue up and down on her, abrading her soft flesh. He
let out a deep, guttural groan and sunk his finger deep inside her,
assaulting her senses with the fire from his tongue, the magic of
his finger swirling against the walls of her inner channel.

Jenna was powerless in his hold. She
relinquished her body and mind to him and let him carry her to a
place of such intoxicating pleasure she could only focus on what he
was doing to her and the feelings he was inducing within her. His
hands and mouth continued to move on her, rough and jerky movements
that told her his control was being tested.

It was enough to push her over the edge.

Her body tensed as a wave of pure bliss
washed over her. She rode it, her body milking his finger and
straining against his mouth as sexual satisfaction held her in its
grip and devoured her. High-pitched cries of passion echoed through
the shower stall as she clenched her hands in his hair,
experiencing the kind of deep, internal orgasm that until now had
only been mythical to her.

David felt out of control as his teeth
scraped against her clit and his hand sunk tighter in and around
the pussy he was claiming for his own. He waited for the count of
three heart beats, letting her milk her orgasm, but not completely
waiting for her to come down before he carefully released her from
his hold, and stretched out to his full height again.

He lifted her leg over his arm, positioned
himself at her entrance and was about to sink it into her when
sanity reared its ugly head. He needed a condom but knew he
couldn't wait. He let out a frustrated growl, lifted her hand and
wrapped it tightly around his engorged cock. "I need to come.
Now
."

Jenna fisted his straining erection in her
hand. He was thick and
so hard
and the steam and water
allowed her to take a few smooth strokes of his shaft, clenching
hard around him, moving from the base of his cock to the head and
back again. His hand was still on top of hers, holding it in place,
not letting it go.