Page 13 of Undone
“You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” His smile was one of satisfaction, my dampness coating his lips as he slid one finger inside of me. I clenched tightly around him, needing more. “You get so wet. I wonder what would get you wetter?”
“Nothing,” I panted, arching my hips to create friction from that sole finger inside of me. “Just you. That’s all I want.”
Dipping his head, he kissed me senseless before speaking again.
“I know you better than that.” He added a second finger, forcing a coarse groan from me. “You like being watched. You like being shared. I wonder what other dirty thing we could find to make you lose control?”
With his free hand, he worked between the curve of my ass and the mattress; I guessed his destination before he got there and stiffened.
“All you have to do is tell me no,” he whispered as he worked a finger into the cleft that divided my cheeks, “but all I want to do is make you feel good.”
He found the tight pucker, that place no one had ever touched before. I couldn’t help clenching, staring up at him with wide eyes, unsure about what he was asking with his touch.
“Look at me.” Yes, there was that face. The one I trusted with my life. He was calm, he was in control, and in the short time we’d known each other he’d proven, again and again, that I could trust him with my pleasure.
“I just…I haven’t done this before. Any of this.” My face flamed, and I craned my neck, pressing my hot cheek into the quilt. I heard his chuckle, low and wicked, and heaven help me, but I got wetter, just as he’d wanted.
“I promise. This will feel so good.” With sure movements, he rolled me over until I lay on my stomach, my elbows tucked beneath me.
I exhaled, my words tangled inside of me.
He traced a finger down my spine, a soft, sensuous touch. When he again reached the divide between my cheeks he slowed but still pressed on, finding my hidden pucker once more.
He pressed, and my stomach clenched. My body jerked, a refusal on the tip of my lips at the strange feeling of having someone press…there.
“Wait,” he murmured, and that unfamiliar pressure continued, and then ohmygod his finger was inside of me, circling slowly.
I sucked in breath through my nose, fingers digging into the quilt. It stung a little, but as he pressed a deeper, still rotating, I felt nerves sparking to life. Something dark and restless started to coil in the pit of my belly, something different from anything I’d ever experienced but just as needy.
“Oh.” My exhalation was full of wonder as he continued to work his finger in. I squirmed on the bed, both trying to get away and trying to move toward the touch. “Oh God.”
He chuckled again. When he slid his finger out I clenched, crying out at the loss, making him laugh again.
“Just a minute, dirty girl.” Pushing myself up, I watched with wide eyes as he padded to the bathroom then returned with a small bottle of lotion, one of the toiletries provided by whoever managed this place.
A tremor worked through me at the sight of it. He was really going to do this—if I let him, that was. And as I closed my eyes and listened to the slick sound of the lotion pouring into his hands, then felt the warm wetness on my skin, I couldn’t think of a single reason to tell him to stop.
“This might sting for a second.” When he worked through that tight ring of muscle again, his finger felt larger. A questioning whimper escaped me before I realized that he’d added a second finger, and that he was working them down to the hilt.
It felt so strange. It felt so good as he started slowly to pump in and out of that tight, forbidden passage. I found myself rocking with the movements, the slick sound of the lotion on his fingers driving me insane.
“Jasper…” I couldn’t hold still, writhing back and forth on the bed. This play was driving me up, up, but no relief was in sight. “I need more. I need you.”
“Just hold on, dirty girl.” Slowly he pulled his fingers free of the snugness of my body, and I whined. Then I heard the metallic rasp of his zipper being lowered, the foil crinkle of a condom, and another liquid pull of lotion. Every muscle in my body tightened as I realized what he was about to do. “I know it feels good, but I had to get you ready before you could take my cock.”
“That’s not going to fit!” I tried to bolt upright, but his hand on the flat of my back pushed me into place. “Jasper! Seriously! It barely fits in the place it’s supposed to go!”
Pressing his weight down on top of me, he nipped at the lobe of my ear. “Trust me?” His voice was a hot whisper.
There was no hesitation—I nodded. I did, absolutely.
“Then trust me to make you feel good.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as he drizzled lotion over my curves. His fingers worked it in and around, bringing nerves to life with their touch.
And then I felt the pressure from the head of his cock. He grunted as he pressed forward, and my eyes flew open at the incredible stretch.
“Ow! Shit!” Lifting my head, I hissed and reached behind me, digging my nails into the solid muscles of his thighs.
