Our kisses were fierce, hungry. His hot mouth moved over my jaw and chin, my neck. Where my neck met my chest he stopped and sucked. Everything in me drew tight.
"David-"
He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes dilated. Every bit as affected as I was. Thank G.o.d I wasn"t alone with the panting. A finger traced a slow path between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s down to the waistband of my jeans.
"You know what happened next," he said. His hand slipped beneath. "Say it, Ev." When I hesitated he leaned forward and nipped at my neck. "Go on. Tell me."
Biting had never appealed to me before, neither in thought nor in action. Not that there"d been much action. But the sensation of David"s teeth pressing into my skin turned me inside out. I shut my eyes tight. A bit from the bite and a lot from having to say the words he wanted.
"I"ve only done this once before."
"You"re nervous. Don"t be nervous." He kissed me where he"d just bitten. "So, anyway, let"s get married."
My eyelids opened and a startled laugh flew out of me. "I bet that"s not what you said that night."
"I might have been a little concerned by your inexperience. And we might have had words about it." He gave me a faint smile and kissed the side of my mouth. "But everything worked out fine."
"What words? Tell me what happened."
"We decided to get married. Lie back on the bed for me."
He grasped my hips, helping me climb off him and onto the mattress. My hands slid over the smooth, cool cotton sheet. I lay on my back and he swiftly undid my jeans and disposed of them. The bed shifted beneath me as he knelt above me. I felt ready to implode, my heart hammering, but he seemed perfectly calm and in control. Nice that one of us was. Of course, he"d done this dozens of times.
Probably more, what with groupies and all that. Hundreds? Thousands, even?
I really didn"t want to think about it.
His gaze rose to meet mine as he hooked fingers into my panties. In no rush at all, he dragged the last of my clothing down my legs. The urge to cover myself was overwhelming. But I fisted the sheet instead, rubbing the fabric between my fingers.
He undid his jeans. The rustles of his clothing were the only sounds. We didn"t break eye contact. Not until he turned to the bedside table and retrieved a condom, discreetly tucking it underneath the pillow next to me.
David naked defied description. Beautiful didn"t begin to cover it, all the hard lines of his body and the tattoos covering his skin, but he didn"t give me much time to look.
He climbed back onto the bed, lying at my side, raised up on one elbow. His hand curled over my hip. Dark hair fell forward, blocking his face from view. I wanted to see him. He leaned down, kissing me gently this time on my lips, my face. His hair brushed against my skin.
"Where were we?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in my ear.
"We decided to get married."
"Mm, because I"d just had the best night of my life. First time I hadn"t felt alone in so f.u.c.king long. The thought of not having you with me every other night ... I couldn"t do it." His mouth travelled up my neck. "I couldn"t let you go. Especially once I knew you"d only been with one other guy."
"I thought that bothered you?"
"It bothered me alright," he said, and kissed my chin. "You were obviously ready to give s.e.x another try. If I was stupid enough to let you go you might have met someone else. I couldn"t stand the thought of you f.u.c.king anyone but me."
"Oh."
"Oh," he agreed. "Speaking of which, any second thoughts about what we"re doing here?"
"No." Lots of nerves, but no second thoughts.
The hand on my hip traced over my stomach. It circled my belly b.u.t.ton before dipping lower, making me shiver.
"You are so d.a.m.n pretty," he breathed. "Every piece of you. And when I dared you to put aside your plan and run away with me, you said yes."
"I did?"
"You did."
"Thank G.o.d for that."
Fingers stroked over the top of my s.e.x before moving on to my thigh muscles clenched tight together. If I wanted this to go any further I was going to need to open my legs. I knew this. Of course I did. Memories of the pain from last time made me hesitate. My toes were curled and a cramp was threatening to start up in my calf muscle from all of the tensing. Ridiculous. Tommy Byrnes had been a thoughtless p.r.i.c.k. David wasn"t like that.
"We can go as slow as you want," he said, reading me just fine. "Trust me, Ev."
His warm hand smoothed over my thigh as his tongue travelled the length of my neck. It felt wonderful, but it wasn"t enough.
"I need ..." I turned my face to him, searching for his mouth. He fit his lips to mine, making everything right. Kissing David healed every ill. The knot of tension inside me turned into something sweet at the taste of him, the feel of his body against mine. One arm was trapped underneath me but the other I made full use of, touching all of him within reach. Kneading his shoulder and feeling the hard, smooth planes of his back.
When I sucked on his tongue he moaned in the back of his throat and my confidence soared. His hand slipped between my legs. Just the pressure of his palm had me seeing stars. I broke off the kiss, unable to breathe. He touched me gently at first, letting me get used to him. The things his fingers could do.
"Elvis couldn"t be with us today," he said.
"What?" I asked, mystified.
He stopped and put two fingers into his mouth, wetting them or tasting me I didn"t know. Didn"t matter. What was important was him putting his hand back on me, fast.
"I didn"t want to share this with anyone." The tip of his finger pushed into me, easing inside just a little. Pulling back before pressing in again. It didn"t have the same thrill attached to it that came with him stroking me but it didn"t hurt. Not yet.
"So, no Elvis. I"ll have to ask the questions," he said.
I frowned at him, finding it hard to focus on what he was saying. It couldn"t be as important as him touching me. The pursuit of pleasure ruled my mind. Maybe he babbled during foreplay. I didn"t know. If he wanted, I was more than willing to listen to him later.
His gaze lingered on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s until finally he dipped his head, taking one into his mouth. My back bowed, pushing his finger further inside. The way his mouth drew on me erased any discomfort. He stroked me between my legs and the pleasure grew. I tingled in the best way possible. When I did this, it was nice. When David did it, it reached the heights of spectacular, stellar. I knew he was crazy good at guitar, but this had to be where his true talent lay. Honestly.
"G.o.d, David." I arched against him when he moved to my other breast. Two fingers worked inside me, a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn"t handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on me, lavishing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and my eyes rolled back into my head. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind blowing. My body was going to be blown to dust, atoms, when this. .h.i.t.
If he stopped I"d cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill.
Happily, he didn"t stop.
I came groaning, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost. I floated, my body limp, satiated for all time. Or at least until the next time.
When I opened my eyes again, he was there waiting. He ripped open the condom with his teeth and then put it on. I"d barely caught my breath when he rose over me, moved between my legs.
"Good?" he asked, with a smile of satisfaction.
A nod was the best I could do.
He took the bulk of his weight onto his elbows, his body pressing me into the bed. I"d noticed he enjoyed using his size to the advantage of both of us. It worked. Certainly, there was nothing boring or claustrophobic about the position. I don"t know why I"d thought there would be. In the back of Tommy Byrnes parents" car I"d been cramped and uncomfortable, but this was nothing like that. Lying underneath him, feeling the heat of his skin against mine, was perfect. And there could be no doubting how much he wanted this. I lay there, waiting for him to push into me.
Still waiting.
He brushed his lips against mine. "Do you, Evelyn Jennifer Thomas, agree to stay married to me, David Vincent Ferris?"
Oh, that was the Elvis he"d been talking about. The one who"d married us. Huh. I held back his hair, needing to see his eyes. I should have asked him to tie it back. It made it hard to try and gauge his seriousness.
"You really want to do this now?" I asked, a little thrown. I"d been so busy worrying about the s.e.x I hadn"t seen this coming.
"Absolutely. We"re doing our vows again right now."
"Yes?" I said.
He c.o.c.ked his head, narrowing his eyes at me. The look on his face was distinctly pained. "Yes? You"re not sure?"
"No. I mean, yes," I repeated, more definitely. "Yes. I"m sure. I am."
"Thank f.u.c.k for that." His hand rifled under the pillow next to me, returning with the ring of stupendousness sparkling between his fingers. "Hand."
I held my hand between us and he slid the ring on. My cheeks hurt, I was smiling so hard. "Did you say "yes" too?"
"Yes." He took my mouth in a hard kiss. His hand slid down my side, over my stomach to cup me between my legs. Everything there was still sensitive and no doubt wet. The hunger in his kisses and the way he touched me a.s.sured me he certainly didn"t mind.
He fit himself to me and pushed in. This was it. And suddenly, s.h.i.t, I couldn"t relax. The memory of pain from the last time I"d attempted this messed with my mind. Wet didn"t matter when my muscles wouldn"t give. I gasped, my thighs squeezing his hips. David was hard and thick and it hurt.
"Look at me," he said. The blue of his eyes had darkened and his jaw was set. His damp skin gleamed in the low lighting. "Hey."
"Hey." My voice sounded shaky even to my own ears.
"Kiss me." He lowered his face and I did so, pressing my tongue into his mouth, needing him. Carefully, he rocked against me, moving deeper inside me. The pad of his thumb played around my c.l.i.t, counteracting the hurt. The pain eased, coming closer to being plain old discomfort with an edge of pleasure. No problem. This I could handle.
Fingers wrapped around my leg before sliding down to cup a b.u.t.t cheek. He pulled me in against him and moved deeper inside me. Rocking against me until I"d taken him all. Which was a problem, because there wasn"t enough d.a.m.n room in me for him.
"It"s okay," he groaned.
Easy for him to say.
s.h.i.t.
Bodies flush against each another we lay there, unmoving. My arms were around his head so tight, clinging to him, that I"m not certain how he breathed. Somehow he managed to turn his face enough to kiss my neck, lick the sweat from my skin. Up, over my jaw to my mouth. The death grip I had on him eased when he kissed me.
"That"s it," he said. "Try and relax for me."
I nodded jerkily, willing my body to unwind.
"You are so d.a.m.n beautiful and, G.o.d, you feel f.u.c.king amazing." His big hand petted my breast, calloused fingers stroking down my side, easing me. My muscles began to relax incrementally, adjusting to his presence. The hurt faded more every time he touched me, whispering words of praise.
"This is good," I said at last, my hands resting on his biceps. "I"m okay."
"No, you"re better than okay. You"re amazing."
I gave him a giddy smile. He said the best things.
"You mean I can move?" he asked.
"Yes."
He started rocking against me again, moving a little more each time. Gradually gaining momentum as our bodies moved slickly together. We fit, mostly. And we were actually doing it, the deed. Talk about feeling close to someone. You couldn"t get physically closer. I was so profoundly glad it was him. It meant everything.
Tommy had lasted two seconds. Long enough to break my hymen and hurt me. David touched me and kissed me and took his time. Slowly, the sweet heat, that sensation of pressure building, came again. He tended to it with care, feeding me long, wet kisses. Stroking himself into me in a way that brought only pleasure. He was incredible, watching me so closely, gauging my reactions to everything he did.
Eventually, I clung onto him and came hard. It felt like the New Year"s fireworks display inside me, hot and bright and perfect. So much more with inside and over me, his skin plastered to mine. I stuttered out his name and he pressed hard against me. When he groaned his whole body shuddered. He buried his face in my neck, his breath heating my skin.
We"d done it.
Huh.
Wow.
Things did ache a little. People were right about that. But nothing like last time.
Carefully, he moved off me, collapsing on the bed at my side.
"We did it," I whispered.
His eyes opened. His chest was still heaving, working to get more air into him. After a moment, he rolled onto his side to face me. There"d never been a better man. Of this I was certain.
"Yeah. You okay?" he asked.
"Yes." I shuffled closer, seeking out the heat of his body. He slid an arm over my waist, drawing me in. Letting me know I was wanted. Our faces were a bare hand"s width apart. "It was so much better than last time. I think I like s.e.x after all."
"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that."
"Were you nervous?"
He chuckled shuffling closer. "Not as nervous as you were. I"m glad you liked it."
"I loved it. You"re a man of many talents."
His smile took on a certain glow.
"You"re not going to get all c.o.c.ky on me now, are you? All puns intended."
"I wouldn"t dare. I trust you to keep me grounded, Mrs Ferris."
"Mrs Ferris," I said, with no small amount of wonder. "How about that?"
"Hmm." His fingers stroked my face.